Authors Note: My third installment of Jumping Foxes. I have really been avoiding this chapter for the longest time, needing it to be just right. Special thanks to all its viewers, and would love to hear from you.

The cold pale yellow cement walls seemed to choke out the resident of the room. A young girl that barely looked alive sat inside. Her ears were still ringing and she felt like her body weighed a ton, though she also felt like her stomach was caving in. Laying on a crap smelling mattress, she tried to sleep off her misery. Just one nap and she would be good as new.

Waving her arm in front of her face seemed to give her some entertainment. The slo-mo she received earlier was her only relief. Though it was slowly starting to wear off. In a small steel tray next to her, was what was left of her lunch. A completely cleaned off bone from whatever meat she had to eat and crumbs from bread. It was some form of bird. Which was strange considering mega city one had no access to poultry. It certainly wasn't munce. That much she knew. She looked at the clock that was up on the wall and hoped that she would be getting something decent for dinner… that being if they decided to feed her any dinner today.

She tapped her left ankle against the cold hard floor, listening to the chiming of her ankle bracelet. Her slo-mo high made it sound like a triangle chime. The only sound that wasn't her breathing. It distracted her from her starving belly, and sore body.

Then the sound of footsteps were heard. Finally dinner was coming. She stood up and held the tray to the door, waiting for the slot to open. She hoped for whatever that was on that bone would be on her tray again. That would be good.

Unfortunately that wasn't the case. They opened the door, and her three escorts were standing in front of her. "Alright, come on. We're heading back to the pen." The three men led her out of the cement room, and into a hallway. They took multiple L turns, leading her through the hallways she had already walked through many times before.

The buzzing of the fluorescent light bulbs was clearing the slo-mo out of her head. Only then was she able to speak. "No. You said two rounds in the pen a day. Then I could stay in bed the rest of the day." She responded aware of what their daily demands were. Slowly the roar of demanding crowds greeted her ears. They were impatient and demanded another round with her inside the pen. "If you want a hose down and dinner you'll get your ass in there without any fuckin sass!" They said dragging her toward the doors.

On the other side of the doors was a scene she had seen plenty of times. The room was filled with people on bleachers. Upper class high end people with more money than she ever made or would make in her lifetime. Some of them were from the league of fatties that made enough money through eating competitions that they could afford the nicest seats in the house. Up at the top of the room was a blacked out box that held the most important person in the entire building. A man with a large dinner platter with a chrome cover was going inside with two curvy beautiful women in evening gowns, and three suited men. He was clearly having a few guests, and they were hungry.

From the ceiling naked women swung from long purple silk curtains twirling and twisting their bodies enticing the vulgar dirty minded crowd. Armed men were stationed at the ground floor knocking back any men that were getting too excited. One tugged on the closest curtain as if to yank the dancer down, and he was rewarded with a bloody nose, but she would not be doing any of that. She was meant for center stage.

In the center of the room there was a large boxing ring. A giant metal cage was around it, preventing any escape. She looked to see who she would be fighting. He was a bald guy with a face that had a bit of grey hair mixed into the dirty blonde goatee. His wife beater shirt looked like it suffered cigarettes with holes burnt through the front. Still he looked like he could kill her with a single punch. Regardless she walked inside knowing the penalty of turning down the fight.

"My God. You are fuckin nasty!" The man said looking her up and down. She didn't blame him. She didn't look great, but what did he expect? She hadn't taken a shower in months! "I can smell you from here. The sooner I knock your grimy ass out the better." She was sure he was probably gonna enjoy seeing her bloody and sprawled on the ring floor. Especially after he started getting punched. Her escorts unlatched her ankle bracelet, and locked the door behind her. They pulled a switch and the cage began to buzz becoming electrified. The buzzer sounded and the fight began.

Immediately the man started charging toward her corner. She slid out of the way and started punching as hard as she could against the man's back.He hastily circled around with a swing that missed. She held her arms up defensively ready for his next move. A big hairy arm was deflected as she took a step backward. Then again getting two jabs in. The screaming crowd was deafening, and her exhaustion was getting to her. He was still rearing to go, and she was still tired from her two previous fights. She was snapped back to Earth when she was punched in her diaphragm. She grabbed the ropes, steadying herself.

She fumbled, and inched her way toward the post. The brute decided that was not an option for her as he came at her charging like an angry bull. She grabbed his shoulders and swung him up against the post. It was now a chance to regroup. The exhausted woman leaned against the opposite post, and saw that if the man wasn't angry before he was angry now. He turned around and ran at her once again. She stood there. Patiently, and with a light flash she was gone.

He stopped and stood dumbfounded. A few people in the audience gasped, obviously never seeing one of her fights before "Where is that bitch!" Instantly she reappeared behind him and grabbed the back of his shirt and slammed him against the post three times until she heard a click. A fractured nose. He was probably boiled now. He turned around and hit her so hard she went spinning around.

Upon laying on the floor of the ring she heard over the intercom the count. "1...2...3…" He stared down at her, his nose pouring out blood. "4...5...6.." Her drive forced her bruised body up and she gave him a kick in the ribs. She then grabbed him and teleported him up against the metal frame of the cage shoving him against it. She watched his body quaking as his fingers clutched the cage. Eventually his hands let go as he laid on the floor, groaning as he rolled on his side. She retreated to her corner, as he was laying there unable to get up. At the count of ten they raised the switch to turn off the electricity.

He was dragged out by his arms, with his head limp from going in and out of consciousness. She stood in there knowing they would refasten her ankle bracelet, but then came an alarm!

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A forty judge squad was on it's way to the warehouse. Anderson identified the broken statue and knew they were at the right spot. They all surrounded the warehouse. An entrance in the front and the back.

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The front guard called. "WE GOT A SQUAD OF JUDGES! THEY HAVE THIS PLACE SURROUNDED! WE NEED TO GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!"

When this was announced the audience lost their minds. The wealthiest ones were running off anyplace they could. The staff that operated the warehouse had their guns at the ready. The black box up top had its occupants exiting leaving to go exactly where they needed to be.

"To the dens!" A deep voice announced up top they opened an employees only door, and disappeared behind it. A few other members did as well.

The young lady's handlers didn't bother putting the bracelet on. They shoved her backwards into the pen, and made a run for it, heading straight to the employees only door. One of them turned to the other. "We can't leave her here!" He exclaimed. The other pulled him along. "We can! She's already dead! Let's move!"

The judges burst through the door, and an explosion of gunfire rang through the building. The guards on the ground level were mowed down by rapid fire lawgivers. The naked women that were dancing in the drapes before climbed up the curtains up top and opened a compartment on the ceiling, grabbing out guns. They aimed below at the law enforcement. When they were spotted the judges filled them full of holes. When they killed them some hung half wrapped in their curtains while others fell from the heights falling to the ground floor with horrible crunching sounds.

This was the fighter's chance. She ran out of the pen, and toward the closest hallway. The judges swarmed the place going into hallways. The young lady ran into a random hallway she was unfamiliar with, and ran through it like a maze. She didn't know where to run. She just knew she had to run.

When she came face to face with the first judge to point a gun at her she teleported to the other side of the hall and ran in the opposite direction. The judge alerted the others. "Judge Rodrigues. The teleporter's here! Just lost sight!"

As they were flooding the hallways and the teleporter was flashing out of sight running as fast as she can, Dredd inspected inside the cage. An ankle bracelet was on the floor of the ring. He took it as evidence.

Meanwhile there was gunfire ringing from the hallways working its way around the building at a fast pace. She kept running knowing the longer she ran the more judges would come flooding in. She couldn't run forever. She was desperate for a place to hide. Finally a janitor closet. She teleported inside to avoid the sound of a door opening. She curled up praying they wouldn't look inside.

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Anderson patrolled the area, checking everywhere. The gunfire seemed to stop, so she was either dead, or she got away. They raided the different rooms. Many of them had groups of people that were in the audience. They were rounded up for the iso-cube for running away which qualified for resisting arrest. Many tried to make the argument that they were too rich to belong to the iso-cubes. Anderson found one room that seemed to be the worst living quarters she had ever seen, or smelled.

A disgusting stained up mattress laid on the floor, with a tray sitting next to it. She also saw... a bone? A big one. That was odd. She placed it in an evidence bag, and sealed it shut. There seemed to be a corner that seemed like a place for somebody to relieve themself. There was no way this was legal. She felt like she had just come across a human trafficking site. She whipped out a camera and took photos as evidence.

Now she had to get out of here. As she made her way through, a pile of old slo-mo inhalers were scattered across the ground, also with some syringes half filled with something else. Anderson had to check other rooms. As she went through a hallway she stopped. There was one door that she found that seemed to have somebody inside. Somebody scared. Somebody weak.

She opened the door fast, and pointed her gun at the person inside. She looked at the curled up person on the ground, as she jumped from the shock. Her arms were around her hairy legs. Her eyes were large with dark circles under them. Her long auburn hair was matted and stringy, and she had a smell that matched the room she had been to earlier. Her clothes were dirty and torn

She lowered her lawmaker, putting it away. "It's okay. You're safe now." She held out her hand, letting her know not to be afraid of her. "I'm not gonna hurt you." She promised. The frightened filthy woman looked at her hand then up at her l. Suddenly her face had a look of terror, which confused Anderson.

"Stun."

With a single shot the cowering girl was shocked and clenched her jaw as she was electrocuted. It was clearly too much for her and she passed out. Dredd put away his lawmaker and squatted down to place the ankle bracelet on her dirt coated leg.

Anderson looked at him grabbing her. "Why did you do that?" She followed him carrying her out of the building. "I promised I wouldn't hurt her." She explained.

"I didn't." He responded emotionless. "She was wearing this ankle bracelet. I think it'll keep her from teleporting." He looked at Anderson. Anderson still wasn't pleased. "I'll get the paramedics to hook up an I.V. drip, and get her to a doctor if it'll make you feel better." With that he stuck her in an ambulance and patted it letting it take her to a hospital.