Chapter Four – The Fight

Wow I'm already on chapter four! And I only submitted this story tow days ago! I like to write! This is fun! I like starting a new story!

Chapter Four – The Fight

Kriss was bending over into her dumpster. She straightened herself, holding a black laptop bag.

"Ahhh, music!" Kriss exclaimed.

Then footsteps were heard along with, "What are you doing on our turf, girl?"

Kriss spun around to face three heavily muscular street punks like herself.

"Excuse me? Your turf? Your turf?" Kriss asked angrily.

"Yeah, this is our alley now, we just claimed it yesterday!" The biggest and possibly the most stupid of them all asked.

"Well, I hate to burst your bubble, but, I've been living here for four years! Four years! That's about how smart you are huh?" Kriss smugly replied.

The big punk grabbed her neck and held her up against the wall of the arcade, lifting her off her feet. Thorn growled, but refrained from attacking, waiting for Kriss to make a move.

"What do you mean by that?" He asked her.

"Well, besides just confirming what I just said, I mean that you have the intelligence of a four year old smart one!" Kriss shot back.

"You sure 'bout that?" He asked.

"Yes, now, put me down, you're about to flatten my guitar!" Kriss gasped.

The punk dropped her and swiped the guitar off of her back.

"No, it's not yours anymore, now it's ours!" He laughed, throwing it to one of his buddies.

"Give it back! I've been through hell and back to rescue that from my insane mom! And mark my words; it will be in my hands in 20 minutes!" Kriss told them.

"Sure it will, what you gonna do about it girl? You're just a weak little girl, there's nothing that you can do to get this hunk 'o hardware beck!" The leader smirked.

Kriss's eyes narrowed.

Meanwhile Rex was rounding the corner and could instantly tell that Kriss was already there. He could also see two big tough guys on the street laughing at something that was in the alley.

'Shit! Kriss!' Rex worried. He ran up to the street punks and saw Kriss glaring at another street punk waving her guitar in front of her face. Suddenly he saw her eyes go ablaze as though they had just caught on fire.

"Hey, it's the macho duelist!" One of the sidekicks laughed, nodding at Rex. Rex glared back, watching Kriss spring into action.

Kriss swung her leg around, close to the ground and knocked the big guy on his ass! She then snatched up her guitar and set it on the dumpster. The other two punks grabbed her and pinned her arms to her sides, but Kriss was too fast. She easily jumped aside, leaving the clumsy stooges to fall on their faces.

By this time the first guy was up and charging at Kriss who ran right back. When they met, the gangster flung a wild, yet powerful punch at Kriss; who easily blocked it and kicked him hard in the shin. The punk yelled in pain as anger took hold.

He somehow managed to knock her off of her feet and was holding her down with his foot.

"Well, I've got to admit it, you've spunk kid, but, face it, you're just a weak little girl, frail, helpless, and dependent on the world around you!" The punk laughed.

"No, I'm not. I hate the world and the world hates me. We are bitter enemies in the circle of hate and distrust. I'm not weak, I'm not frail and this fight's not over! I'm goon kick your ass!" Kriss yelled as she grabbed his foot and twisted it with every ounce of strength she could spare.

He yelled in pain and was forced to hop on one foot for awhile. The sidekicks attempted to help, but were soon stopped by Thorn, who was coming to his friend's aid.

Thorn lunged as the two shrieked in fright. Rex almost did, he never realized that Thorn could look so dangerous. He was glad that he wasn't his enemy. Then Kriss's words rang in his ears, 'it could still cuase trouble later on, and when that time comes it won't be too bad to have me as an ally,' Rex now understood why she had said that. She was dangerous, and he didn't want to tangle with her now. If he was her friend, it would protect him from her.

The punk was kneeling on the ground, wincing in groaning in pain. Then he stopped and whipped out a knife. Kriss jumped aside before he could cuase some real damage.

He started slashing blindly with the knife, missing every time. Kriss did a back flip and knocked the knife out of his hand; it sailed through the air and stuck hard into a plank of wood connecting the two buildings.

"Now, it's even again," Kriss announced.

The gangster looked up at her in horror as he kneeled on the ground.

"Get out of my alley before I kill you!" Kriss threatened.

The other two, scratched from Thorn, helped their leader to his feet and dragged out of the alley and down the street.

"Could you really kill him?" Rex asked, intrigued.

"Yeah, it's not that hard…" Kriss replied,

Ice swept through Rex's body at these words. Kriss walked over and retrieved her guitar, the one that started it all.

"That's a scary thought," Rex said.

"Eh? Oh! It wouldn't be that hard," Kriss corrected herself.

"I'm glad you changed your words…" Rex responded.

"Sorry," Kriss apologized.

"That's cool. So anyways, I came here to tell you that me and Weevil are leaving for the Duelist Kingdom tournament, so we'll be back in a few weeks, about two maybe," Rex told her.

"Okay, leaving now?" She asked.

"Yeah, could you watch Jayvee while I'm gone, here's a key," Rex handed her one.

"Sure," Said Kriss as she took it from him.

"Well, bye, see you later," Rex said.

"Bye," Kriss said as she watched her friend leave.

Yeah, i know, it's short but the next chappie will be longer i swear!