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Willow sat idly behind the bar counter. Tonight was unusually quiet for the Waterhole, most of the regulars were absent from their seats, and only noise came from the radio Willow had next to her. Her eyes were glued to the clock that hung above the liquor closet behind her, only breaking contact momentarily to check on the bar. Oh how she wanted the clock move faster so she could close up, in fact, she pondered whether or not to close up early due to the low customer traffic.

"The days I want action there isn't and days I don't want action there is," she groaned. She spun a discarded bottle of Australian Justice around on the countertop. The Mann Co. line of beers was ok, but it wasn't as good as the beers she sold.

"Wonder where everyone is tonight?" she mused out loud.

"They're at that fight club down at Charlie's," said a bearded man. "Surprised you never heard about it,"

"Fight club huh?" Willow said, clearly interested.

"Yeah, but I doubt you'll stand a chance there, no offense," he coughed. "I've been there once and nine out of ten times, someone has to be carried out,"

Willow never responded. She vaulted over the counter and walked to the door.

"Where're you going?"

"The fight club, now out!"

Time Skip

The fight club was run in a dilapidated building near the outskirts of Teufort. Hoards of people crowded inside and outside the building, all wanting so see two fighters duke it out. Sure it was illegal, but that didn't stop the masses, heck even the police chief was there, watching and rooting with the other attendees.

Willow stood on the side watching two men beat the utter shit out of each other. She was quite bored at the "fight club". Her expectations of the club was quite high, but was rather disappointed since the quality of the fight was almost on par with the drunks back at the Waterhole.

"This is lame," she said as she tucked a strand of hair back under her hat. "I expected more from this shithole," she turned to leave the club when someone caught her eye.

Now most people inside the club were mostly males, and only the bravest of brave females would dare to step inside. The person that caught Willow's eyes was a girl about her age, and didn't look like she belonged here. Her black hair was neck length, and wasn't tied back. She wore blue jeans and had a violet shirt under a black jacket. She had sneakers, and had green eyes.

Willow slowly made her way to the girl, and tapped her on her shoulder. The girl "eeked" and jumped a bit before quickly turning to Willow.

"Sorry if I scared yah," Willow said as she blew a bubble and let it pop. "Name's Willow, what's yours?"

The girl fidgeted with her hands, she was clearly nervous.

"Hey, I ain't going to bite you. You should be more worried about the men in here rather than me,"

"D-D- Darla…" the girl got out after a tense moment. "M-m-my name's Darla,"

"Darla huh?" Willow mused a she blew another bubble. "What brings someone like you to a place like this? You don't look like a person that belongs here,"

"To be honest, I just saw this congregation of people and decided to look around," Darla said. "What is this anyways?"

"Right now you're standing in the world's worst fight club,"

"Fight club?"

"A place where people fight for the amusement of others,"

"Hmm, so that's why two guys are punching each other,"

"Well look what we have here," said a gruff voice that cut off Darla. "Yo guys, we have some dolls around here,"

Four men in leatherjackets, jean pants, or other words, bikers, surrounded the two.

"Dolls?" Willow looked around. "I don't see no frilly girl toy around here, and aren't you too old for dolls?"

The leader chuckled. "Oh I like her," he said. "This is going to be good," he said as the group started to close on the two.

"I don't like where this is going Willow," said Darla.

"Hoho, finally some action," said Willow as a smile crept on her face.

"Action? Are you crazy?"

"Darla, you are like these chumps. You never seen me before, now duck,"

"What?"

"Duck!"

Darla ducked down as an opened pocketknife soared through the air and straight into one of the biker's eyes. He screamed so loud that everyone stopped what he or she was doing to look what was going on. Willow walked over and slowly pulled out the knife from the biker's eye. He fell to his knees and into the fetal position as he gripped his eye.

Willow's instincts took over as she heard a biker coming behind her. She swung a fist behind her and it connected to his face; popping a tooth out and knocking out the man out cold. The other biker got a sneaker to his face as he tried to sneak up on her. The man stumbled back and felt his jaw.

"Grab the other girl," the leader said as he got out a switchblade. "I'll deal with her,"

The man nodded and was about to follow the order, but a pocketknife embedded itself in the wooden wall beside him.

"Touch her and you're dead," Willow snarled.

The man gulped and backed off.

"Coward," the leader muttered. He sprinted towards Willow and swung the knife at her.

Willow dodged and sidestepped every swing of the knife. She expertly avoided every swipe while walking backward, around people. After a while, Willow caught the leader's knife-wielding hand, and broke his arm by snapping it in the wrong direction. The leader yelled in pain before Willow delivered a sucker punch to his face, effectively shutting him up. She turned to the only other biker who wasn't hurt that much.

"You better run if you don't want to end up like your friends here," she said as she walked over and yanked her knife out of the wall.

The guy nodded and ran out of the club.

Willow dusted her hands. "Well that was fun, and anyone who's still staring is going to get hurt!"

Everyone in club resumed what he or she was doing.

Willow helped Darla to her feet. "I'm going, try not to get in trouble anymore," she said before turning to leave. She disappeared within the crowd, leaving Darla shocked and confused.


"So Darla, how do you like the town?" asked a young woman who had glasses and wore a purple blouse and a black skirt.

"Oh it's nice, Ms. Pauling" she replied. Darla was a new assistant, or rather an intern, for Mann Co and she recently just started working at the weapon distributor. She was hired quite quickly, as Saxton Hale literally picked the first person to walk in the door, which, surprise, was Darla.

"You better like it," Ms. Pauling said as she scribbled down something on her clipboard. "It's the only place with people, other than the mercs, around here for hundreds of miles,"

"Yeah so I noticed," she thought as she placed down a crate on top of a pile of crates. She had already met the mercs, and was pretty annoyed with most of them. She found herself constantly annoyed with the Scouts' whining, the Soldiers' rants, the Demo's drunkness, the Medics' constant obsession with body parts, and the Spies' snottiness. Overall, she only found serenity with the Pyros and Engineers. Why? Cause they were probably the politest out of all the others.

"Find anything interesting while there?" Pauling continued.

"Uhh, I did met someone, around my age, and no it wasn't a boy,"

Ms. Pauling chuckled.

"Her name was, ah, Willow, I believe, and boy she could fight! In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if she was a merc,"

"Willow…why does that name ring a bell?" said Ms. Pauling as she tapped her pencil against her lips. "Ah! I think I heard the mercs mention her name once, something about being a bartender in town…"

"Bartender?" Darla thought. "Makes sense, but her fighting seems professional, like she was in some kind of special forces or something,"

She then recalled something about Willow. "For one, she's junkie for violence," she thought. "No wonder she doesn't feel any guilt after badly hurting someone…in fact she likes it,"

Darla had to ask the mercs more about this bartender, it seems that there is something more to Willow then what she saw.


A/N: And this story isn't dead. Like with my other stories, chapters will take longer to get out. Otherwise just hang in there!

Review Question: Would Willow be someone you would want to meet in life?

Till next time,

-D.W