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Author's note: This is my first Fanfic, and as such I would greatly appreciate any comments (complementary or other) on how you think I could improve the story, what you think should happen next, what you think about the characters, if you like it, if you hate it, and pretty much everything else. 'This SUCKS' and 'This is ok' are equally welcomed. Also, updates ARE dependent on reviews. In short if you read this please leave some sort of comment. Have fun and R & R.
Chapter 1
She walked down a dark shady alley in hopes of finding a short cut to her car. Her sneakers treading softly on the pavement complemented her green army pants and black-tee. She heard footsteps, running towards her. Avi cursed inwardly: 'Bloody shortcut.' The footsteps got closer. She knew she could not out run them. So she looked for a place to hide. 'Fuck! There isn't anywhere.' Sighing inwardly she looked for a defendable position. 'Defendable with what?' she asked herself angrily. 'Sure they tell me "when in trouble find a defendable position." but give me something to defend herself with? Hell no.' ' This is Wonderful' she thought causticity as she picked up a convenient piece of scrap metal, ' Just wonderful.' She hid herself behind a dumpster, making ready to surprise the owner's of incoming footsteps.
Avi slammed the metal bar into the first guy's stomach, and then removing it as he grunted, wailed him over the head with it. ' One down... oh shit... (Counting)... three more to go?' Sighing she readied herself to face the next man, who was also holding a piece of scrap metal. " Just put the metal down and come with us, and we promise we wont hurt you?" he said lullingly. She laughed and responded, "Like I haven't heard that before" and jumped as the now angry man took a swing at her. 'damnit' she thought as the bar collided painfully with her right arm, making it useless. 'Well at least I am left handed.' she thought amusedly. Avi returned the blow, aiming for his stomach, and watching him double up, cursed, as she suddenly remembered the other two guys who were presently closing in on her, joining the second man who was holding his stomach glaring. "You are going to pay for that." he picked up his scrap metal and straightened. "I will guarantee it. Give up now and we wont be too hard on you" She sighed thinking: 'This is the last time I EVER take a shortcut' She smiled icily at the men and raising her bar, and knowing it was futile said "Bring it on, ladies. I am just starting to have fun." While she thought: …'I am so screwed!'
Groggily Avi woke up on a very uncomfortable couch. Shifting she felt pain in every part of her body. Wincing, she looked around dazedly. '...an office? What the fuck am I doing in an office at...(she glanced at a large clock on the wall, 6:00 in the morning!' 'mmm and why the hell do I hurt so much? (she struggled to rise and failed) and then she remembered. 'FUCK!' 'Wherever I am this cannot be good.' She struggled to rise again but only succeeded in falling off the couch. 'Well, I guess I could always crawl out…' she laughed at herself. ' Yeah right, Straricco's do NOT crawl.' And so she tried to pull herself up. As she was finally gaining balance by leaning heavily on the impersonal desk; the door opened and a silky cold, low voice asked acidly "If I may ask, Who the hell are you and What do you think you are doing in my office?" She blanched and tried to turn around to face the door. "I was just leaving?" she offered hopelessly. Unfortunately, while she was trying to turn her hand slipped from the desk and she fell to the ground hitting her head hard. The last thing she saw before blacking out was the bemused face of the son of her family's nemesis, the infamous Lex Luthor.