Author's notes: Yes, it is indeed another fic done by me. I hardly see any Chrisite fics out there and I'm throwing this one out there for all the Christie fans. There is a lot going to be going on in this story: meaning it will have something for everyone, hopefully. I still havent discontinued my other fics, so do not worry. I write really quick and update pretty fast if given the time. Well, I hope you all find something to enjoy from this, and like my story. Enjoy!
Second note: Sorry if its short. I promise the next will be longer.
Christie Monteiro had been alone and on her own for many months. Her grandfather and close friend, Eddie, were gone. They had both been gunned down in Brazil by an unknown group of men posing as tourists with their reason for murder being uncertain.
After the horrific and brutal incident, Christie was advised by family, friends, and even the police to move out of the area until the unknown men were captured and brought to justice, seeing as how the chances of them coming after her were very likely. She chose to go to America and stay there with a close friend. A few weeks went by with Christie missing both her grandfather and Eddie dearly. It was hard not being able to see their bright smiling faces as the days went by. Eddie had not only been a close friend, but also big brother like figure to Christie. He watched over her closely and was always overprotective of her. Those days were gone now, never to return. Her Grandfather, a legendary Capoeira master, took care of her when she was real young and did everything he could to see to it that she was all right. Both men were great and would forever remain inside Christie's heart.
Later in the evening, Christie heard someone braying on her friend's door. She opened it to see two men in black suits carrying pistols above their waists. Immediately she knew who they were and slammed the door straight in their faces to make a break for the window to escape. Bullets could be heard pouring through with the two strangers trying to break inside. Christie would have fought them, but they were armed and didn't seem real easy to take down. She ran down the fire escape and found herself cornered by four others like the ones that had came to the door. Seeing them armed with knifes and other deadly instruments, Christie saw fighting as the only option, it was either that or die. She spread out away from them a few feet back and got into her Capoeira stance.
Before they could close in, a tall black stranger wearing dark clothes that blended in well with the darkness of the night attacked them. He knocked out all the thugs with the slightest ease and killed them within an instant using daggers pulled out from his backside. His speed was amazingly fast and his punches were as solid as stone. Christie had never seen anything like him. Quickly, he turned his head to her and she saw his face for the first time.