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Chapter 26 woo:] do I have to put that rotten disclaimer in? yeah I think I do…so, I own nothing it all belongs to the writers/producers/production companies etc. this chapter took me longer to write because the posh totty side of me (very tiny tiny tiny tiny part) forgot what was meant to happen in this chapter…thanks to all my lovely reviewers. Right, enjoy and review or else I'll set the first years onto you!
Right, this chapter gets a little savage, in many ways, you'll find out.
…THIS CHAPTER IS RATED M TO BE SAFE…THERE IS BLOOD…AND VIOLENCE
Kate's closed laptop bleeped, interrupting Andrea in mid critic of her last stanza. Both the Franko-Russian and the Emo looked up.
"What's that?" Andrea inquired, giving an impatient look. The Emo sure loved her poetry.
Kate knew exactly what it was. It wasn't a friend or a relative because all her relatives were dead or, like Irene, completely disowned her. Her friends…well no one would send her an email from within St. Trinians. Kate masked her face and lied to the Emo's face.
"Just an email from a friend."
"How do you know it's a friend? You haven't looked." Smirked the Emo, enjoying a little wind up.
Shit…um probably should have thought that through before I said anything… Thought Kate, quickly trying to give an answer which wouldn't sound like the lie she was saying.
"Because…I sent an email to them earlier…?" Kate rose her eyebrows and jutted her head forward. Her expression said 'duh'. The Emo chuckled, mumbling 'whatever' and went back to her poem. On the couch, Kelly eventually controlled the heat in her cheeks and calmed her breathing rate. In a series of blinks, she tried to clear the fogginess in her mind however that was put to an abrupt stop when Kate's computer went of several more times. Kelly leant forward, a slight frown on her face.
"Steel, what are you doing? Shut your laptop off yeah, its annoying."
"Sorry, I thought I turned it off." Kate mumbled an apology and got off from her chair to see to her laptop. Hooking her fingers under the lid, Kate gently pulled up the screen.
Alarm shot through her, leaving her wide-eyed and her throat tight.
Kate froze, hoping her face wasn't showing anything which thankfully it wasn't.
There staying in the district! Oh shit!
Kate tried as hard as possible to seem casual as she read over the notification emails. Photo evidence in the form of the hacked Buckinghamshire CCTV cameras showed clear images of Boris's man Vladimir. She knew Vladimir for he was the one had first burst into the house weeks ago. She couldn't forget his face. The camera's showed Vladimir in mid step, and his attention on a woman whose body was only visible from the shoulders down. Inside, she began to boil with anger, discomfort and fear.
"…Girlies?" All the heads turned as one. Miss Fritton, their quirky Headmistress walked into the room, clasping her hands delicately.
"I would like to announce that our annual trip into town has been brought forward to tomorrow weekend. We shall be in town by tomorrow early."
Where everyone was smiles and elation, Kate's heart sank. Her face dropped miserably.
And so will they. With a heavy heart, Kate excused herself, collected her things and left the room for the one place she had to herself. Almost.
The wind was freezing, blowing hard against Kate's face and brushing her hair right out of her face. But she didn't care. Recently, she had taken up pacing in order to help herself clear her head or if that wouldn't work, at least make sense of her thoughts.
"I should tell Kelly, so they know to be careful…but then we wouldn't end up going to town and the girls were so excited…well its not like they are going to come after one of the other girls...They will be coming after me, why wouldn't they, they've spent years following me around the globe…If I go into town with them…maybe go see a film…yes, where there are plenty of people around and its dark…I'm sure Andre…no, no stupid! Dragging the others into this mess is not what's going to happen...I told Kelly I would let her help but I never specified what with…yes, if she finds out I'll just say that…there is no way I'm going to let them get hurt…"
The third, softer, more gentle voice came in again.
"Especially Kelly. Reminds you of Kelly-Marie does she?"
"Well they do share the same name…" Kate acknowledged with a dip of her head as if she was actually talking to someone else.
"I meant you don't want Kelly hurt the most…you love her like you loved your family and you sister…She is your sister, she became your sister.
Kate frowned, stopping by the rails and leaning her body against them. Lifting her head up to the sky, Kate exposed her face to the English wind.
"Kelly-Marie…Kelly Jones…not so different I should think."
The last class of the day started for all years. Since it was Friday, and the twins had already had chemistry first, the last hour of school promised to be quieter. Taylor was still in a strop thanks to the efforts of Zoë and Bianca was ready to back Taylor up should an Emo stray across their path. Kate strode into combat class, eyes towards the ground but her head up. Since there was only one combat class, the class was a mix of year levels. Mostly a Chav class, Kate, Belle, Zoë and Kelly were the only none Chavs present. Miss Cleaver swaggered in, her hands gripping the khaki belt around her waist, her elbows flaring out and a serious pout on her face.
"Right girls I hope you have been studying technique closely. Today you'll be paired up to fight against your partner…"
"Sorry I'm late." Anoushka appeared at the door, swaying slightly. Her face completely barren. The Russian's eye were heavier and her eyes lazily moving from Miss Cleaver to Kelly then to Kate. Kate gave her an intimidating look before returning her attention to their teacher. Anoushka smirked to herself, seemingly unphazed and walked further in the room to take her place on the judo mats. The Russian placed herself directly behind Kate to cause as much discomfort to her enemy as possible.
"Right, now that we're all here I hope that you'll remember these styles and techniques. They helped me in Bazzra…"
Kelly looked at the very edge of her peripheral vision at Kate, who had tensed up like a cat poised and expecting an attack. The lazy but hot glare Anoushka shot at Kate's back was of pure contempt. Annabelle who had lined up next to Kelly leant towards the Head Girl like a reed and just out of ear shot of Anoushka, she whispered her concerns.
Kelly shook her head subtly.
"No, Anoushka needs to understand that Kate is stronger and faster then her. Even though Anoushka is strong herself, Kate will beat her. I'm confidant she will."
"You sure that's a good idea to put them together?" Kelly's eyebrow rose as Annabelle's remark.
"You doubt Katie can beat her?" Annabelle gave a look of mild shock that Kelly had misinterpreted her. "No, I have no doubt that Kate will win. I'm just concerned for, well for the sake of it." Annabelle tried to hide her sheepish grin but Kelly snapped it up straight away, giving Annabelle a little smile of her own that was borderline goofy-and-unlike-Kelly-Jones.
"Naww Belle! You'd be good with kids." Annabelle shrugged, fighting off a blush.
"Right…Jess, your with Rhiannon…Annabelle and Kelly you're together, Tash you're with Sam, Francis your with Izzy, Becca you're with Jazz and Anoushka…" Miss Cleaver looked up. "You're with Kate."
"Ohoooooo!" teased the girls with chuckles of their own. It was defiantly no secret that Kate and Anoushka did not mix. Ever. Kelly shot each of them death glares to shut them up. At Miss Cleaver's urging, the girls of Combat Class One removed their heels, Doc martins, pumps and converse.
"Now in the real world out there, you don't get to choose the outfit to fight in. You may be called upon to fight during the middle of the night." Cleaver began her military strut up and down the length of the room infront of the girls. "I don't care if you were a one piece, a thong or your birthday suit. You need to be able to fight in anything. That's why you will fight as you are…Kate remove you barbwire."
Kelly watched over Kate's back protectively as she reached up to remove the item which had been Kelly's very own favourite before Alex had given her the chocker and lock as a birthday gift. Kate gave Cleever a steely eyed look as she pressed the barbwire necklace into Cleaver's hand.
"Be careful with that, its special yeah." She murdered loud enough so that only their teacher could hear.
Upon returning to her spot, Kate turned in time with the others to face her opponent.
It was like the animal shows on TV, each animal eyed the other, trying to intimidate and put off. To gain the mental upper hand before the strike. Lioness to Lioness, Russian to Russian. Kate certainly had the advantage over Anoushka being completely sober and having achieved a high level of a range of martial arts. However Kate knew Anoushka had an advantage because of her height, longer arms and legs and she also was certain beyond shadow of a doubt that Anoushka would fight dirty. Kate could fight dirty, after all she was half Russian and it was the St Trinian way.
At Cleaver's signal, they all took their stances. Anoushka's bent forward a little, shifting her weight forward and lifting her hands up to her eye level. Kate stood mostly upright, Knees slightly bent, one left foot infront of the right, a little further then shoulder width apart. Anoushka's stance was the more aggressive whilst Kate's was the more Controlled passive-aggressive. Kate's weight was distributed equally, giving no limb favor over another. Kelly adopted her own stance which was like Kate's but with the exception of lifted hands. Kate kept her hands open, palms facing Anoushka with the arm bent at the elbow 45 degrees. With eyes burning into each other's eye sockets, Cleever gave the signal to start. At once, the fighting commenced, Ha! And huh's were thrown around the room as the girls exchanged blows, using the techniques to gain the upper hand. For Kate and Anoushka this was a fight on a more personal level. Neither moved. Neither blinked. Both waited for the other to make the first move or give some hint, even if tiny, as to their opposition's thoughts on how to proceed. Kate relaxed the muscles around her eyes but kept the intensity of her gaze. With tense muscles, Anoushka was more likely to strike first due to the build up of anticipation and unrelaxed muscles which would give her a twitch.
Kate was the first to strike. Swift but elegant, Kate feigned a right handed jab towards Anoushka's abdomen. With a snarl, Anoushka pulled her right fore-arm down to swat away Kate's on coming hand. In a sudden shift of weight, Kate pulled her hand back towards her own body and at the same time dropped to a crouch, executing a perfect right-legged sweep. Her expression belayed her calm controlled focus. In her own swift movement, Anoushka jumped over Kate's sweep, landed and within the moment her feet touched the ground, she set her own leg up towards her chest and used her strength to shift her leg movement into a downward chop. Kate dropped to one knee and rose both her hands, crossing them. Catching the impact of Anoushka's foot in the crook of her crossed upper forearms, in one fluid motion, the Franko-Russian pushed upwards, forcing Anoushka's leg higher in order to discomfort the 17 year old. Anoushka's features became a distorted frown when Kate kicked out with her other leg and hooked Anoushka's remaining leg out from under her.
WHAM! Anoushka hit the mat with her back hard, her hair fanned out. The impact forcing a grunt from the Russian's Trinski throat.
With a mildly satisfied smirk, Kate uncrossed her arms and smoothly gathered her limbs under her before pushing up to her feet and resuming her ready stance.
Kelly and Annabelle hit the mat together, Kelly's right hand clamped over Annabelle's right upper arm. Using the length of her right arm, she pinned the girl to the mat, sitting on Annabelle's thighs. A victorious smirk on her face.
"Dead Fritton."
Annabelle breathed heavy, her eyes narrowing into Kelly's. Heat radiated from their respective bodies into each others.
"No!" Growled the younger Fritton with a smirk of her own. In a deft movement, Annabelle gathered the last of her strength, throwing it all to her right. The Head Girl tottered on top of Annabelle before falling victim to Annabelle's move. With a surprised gasp, Kelly fell to the right and Annabelle rolled on top. Her own right arm across Kelly's throat. She straddled Kelly's knees successfully putting the Head Girl into an immobile position. "Dead Jones." A cheeky smirk flashed across Annabelle's features, her eyes glowing with amusement and satisfaction. She had pinned Kelly Jones.
After gaining Kelly's submission and an I'll-get-you-back-Fritton threat, Annabelle removed herself from on top of Kelly and offered her a hand up.
Kelly wrapped her hand around Annabelle's, a sudden heat boiled from the skin on skin contact, Annabelle flushed as she pulled Kelly up towards her. Catching Annabelle's exhale in the face, Kelly got to her feet, her nose a hand's length from Annabelle's.
"Good…uh Good fight." Annabelle stuttered. Kelly smiled and dropped her gaze to their still joined hands. Feeling the heat intensify, Kelly quickly uncurled her fingers from Annabelle's slim wrist and lifted her hands to cross over her chest.
Kate clenched her teeth as a little burst of pain shot up her fingers from bone-on-bone contact with Anoushka's knee. Anoushka had a savage look in her eye as she threw her fist into a right hook towards Kate's jaw. Her forehead damp from her exertions, Kate's eyes widened when she saw Anoushka's pale fist thunder towards her face, thrumming.
From under the comfort of her crossed arm, Kelly's flexed the hand which had touched Annabelle's. The heat crawled up her arm and seeped into her veins. A tiny shiver passed through Kelly, causing her to frown darkly.
"Kels you ok?"
Kelly's moved her eyes to her right. Annabelle was looking at her, giving her a concerned look. Blinking away her frown, Kelly put up a smile that dispersed the younger Fritton's concerned expression.
"Just feeling post defeat trauma." Kelly joked. Annabelle's shoulders shuddered from brief laughter and she turned her attention to Kate who had successfully evaded the Russian's heavy attempt at a right hook and had landed a blow on Anoushka's shoulder, sending her off balance. Kelly kept her smile till she was sure she was out of Annabelle's line of sight before dropping the smile. Unraveling her hand she brought it up and flexed it again before her eyes. Her hand had remained hot was shaking a little more then usual. What's wrong with me?
Kate threw her weight against Anoushka, pinning both their arms against each other. Anoushka snarled like a rabid wolf, baring her clenched teeth. Even through clenched teeth, the Russian beauty managed to hiss Russian words into Kate's face.
"You think you're tougher then Mafia…You won't stand chance…they'll rip you limb from limb like they did your mother."
Kate's emotionless mask dropped from her face and shattered over her heart. A sharp, constricted gasp came from the Half-Russian and her eyes widened, exploding in turmoil and agony. Anoushka grinned further when she felt Kate's weight give way a little.
Using this opening, with a aggressive yell, Anoushka pushed off from the ground and flew onto Kate sending the still dazed and gapping 16 year old down towards the mat.
Rage. Uncontrollable rage detonated within Kate as her back came into contact with the mat, her head smacked the mat, in reflex, and Kate's eyes shut for a moment.
"In box they will delivery you to your Aunt. In. Box." Anoushka hissed, her tone at it's maximum savageness. A deep, almost sadistic laughter emerged from Anoushka's throat. Time passed before Kate's eyes, images of Kelly-Marie flashed by, running between vines in her uncle's vineyard, her breath loud in her ears. Her father's kind but worn face faded into view to be quickly replaced by Kelly's smirking face then the mothers. All the while, in the back of her mind Anoushka's venomous words eachoed.
BLAM BLAM!
"KEEELLY!" Screamed the 16 year old, pain and anger consuming her.
Before her eyes, Kelly-Marie's down fall seemed to take a lifetime. The crack of the gun, the constricted 'hic' sort of sound as the bullet hit the 10 year old and finally, the force of the shot which snapped Kelly's head backwards, eyes wide open in sudden death facing the sky. The 16 year old's eyes snapped shut as something wet spattered on her face, hand automatically reaching for her face. Blood.
Kate's eyes snapped open, a blaze with everything she felt in her heart. In the core of her eyes, a hurricane of fire and lava brewed, building up quickly and fiercely.
Something foreign but powerful stirred in her blood. With a shout, Kate used her core muscles and threw her arms forward wither side of Anoushka, doubt and confusion buzzed through the Russian blonde. The foreign power fused with the stormy hurricane and burned into her abdomen.
Anoushka was flipped over backwards, Kate's head moved in an arch, following the rest of her body, her fringe fanning out after her. Eyes totally clouded, Kate thundered her white-knuckled fist towards Anoushka's face connecting with Anoushka's jaw snapping the 17 year old's head to the left, her cheek slapping the mat.
"HOW DID YOU KNOW!" Kate's rage flew from her mouth and impaled Anoushka's ears. Kate brought her fist back for another strike then another.
Kelly shouted Kate's name and surged forward, with Annabelle. The class stopped their individual combats and stared at the two on the mat.
Anoushka's cheek rippled as Kate's enraged fist thumped into her face. Anoushka's pure Russian blood burst from her nose and lip, coating Kate's fist.
Kate's fist hit home once more, unbeknownst to her in her rage-clouded mind, Anoushka had lost consciousness on the second strike.
"KATIE NO! STOP!" Screamed Kelly, reaching out for Kate's once more lifted fist.
Kate barely felt the restricting hands gripping her wrist with the strength of iron.
Throwing forward her fist again with all her might, Kate found it stationary and Kelly slid across the ground behind Kate, wrapping both arms tight around Kate's body, containing her storm-fuelled fists. Kate growled violently and threw her energies against Kelly's grip
Kelly's own knuckles became white in her effort to contain Kate's inner monster.
"Belle! Get Matron!" Kelly yelled over her shoulder as she pulled Kate slowly away from the unconscious and bleeding form of the pure blooded Russian.
The rest of the room remained caged in their inner shock and surprise.
Kelly pressed her forehead behind Kate's right ear, speaking words into the out of control 16 year old's ear.
"Katie you must stop! Calm yourself and stop fighting! It's me! It's Kels!"
Kelly repeated her self, changing words rapidly, desperate to get the girl to stop.
She was well aware that something had clouded Kate's eyes, entrapped her mind.
Kelly grasped her own hand and held on tight as Kate's struggles carried on, and her own words of Russian spilling from her mouth.
"Kate! Listen to me! You need to stop! Control your breathing and stop feeding you anger! Kate stop fighting me!" Kelly's words stern and earnest.
Slowly Kate's third voice kicked through, battering down the wall of anger boxing off Kate's mind.
"KATE…Katie it's me Kelly! You must stop now...yeah? Relax, calm yourself."
Gradually, Kelly Jones's words took affect on Kate. The struggling began to subside but Kelly's tight hug kept its strength.
Kate's second voice jump started. Then as one, her inner voices punched a hole in Kate's boxed in rage, emptying the fog from infront of her eyes and drawing it back into her heart and stomach. The Franko-Russian's hyperventilation drummed through her back into Kelly's body as her control began to come back.
Finally, all of Kate's energies were sucked back into her core and she shuddered to a still form, her breath gasps. Kelly felt her relax and she loosened her own grip on the girl.
Kate blinked for the first time since the fight began to get out of hand. Kelly took her face away from Kate and let go. Crawling on all fours around to Kate's front she cupped Kate's cheeks and gave them gentle shakes.
"Katie…Katie can you hear me?"
Kate's eyes grew heavy, she blinked a few more times, her pupils retracted as she stared into the dark brown eyes of Kelly Jones, extreme concern and confusion shining.
Her own emerald eyes narrowed tritely and she let out a breath, comprehending the face before her as...
"Kelly?"
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