Author's notes: Hello all! This is Thunderxtw: The author of Nina returns. Why I am doing a fanfic about Anna instead of working on my other fic? Well, I havent given up on the Nina fic or discontinued it. I plan to come back to it soon. Right now, I wanted to do something for the other Williams sister who dosent get too much props. I hope you enjoy this one, and I will try to update it as quick as I can. Remember, Nina Returns will still be continued, so don't think that I've given up on the Irish Assassin.
Their piercing eyes locked on to each other in a displeasing and hatful gaze as the cold, brewing, thundering storm hit in the middle of their chaotic battle. Anna's red fashion dress was completely drenched in water and Bryan's shirt began to stick to his hardened skin from the battering rain. He could see a blazing fire in his former companion's eyes as she stumbled up to her feet. The pain and suffering he had induced on her for so long made him laugh manically as the cold, rapid wind pushed against them. He found the situation hysterical, but she did not.
Appearing tired and almost out of strength, Anna had a knife secretly concealed underneath her dress. The knife was the only weapon she had left to defend herself with. All of her gun ammunition was gone.
"This is it, Anna, my little going away present to you. I hope you appreciate it just as well as I did our relationship," Bryan snickered.
"In my life I've only held one regret, and that was being with you!" Anna shouted.
Bryan charged forward, being the first to start an attack, pulling his fist back behind his head.
Anna was waiting for him to get close to her so she could stab him right away, but her desire to kill him faster got the best of her and she decided to charge forward and attack in a blinding rage. Once the two were close enough, Anna pulled out the knife and took a quick swipe at Bryan's neck, but he instantly saw the blade coming towards him and stopped it before the sharp tip touched his flesh. He knew every move Anna would make before she even made it. Everything she did was predictable and easy to find out. He had read her like an open book every step of the way.
Before Anna could move away and avoid getting hit, it was much too late to dodge the oncoming attack. The energy built up in Bryan's fist had been fully charged to its maximum setting, and the only thing left to do was release it upon the impending target. At that moment, Bryan struck Anna with heavy force in the ribs with a furious punch that literally knocked the wind out of her. She collapsed to the ground, coughing and sputtering out loud at Bryan's feet with her vision starting to blur. After the crushing blow it was meant to be over and done. Bryan often used this attack to finish off his foes quickly.
Darkness was all Anna could see. She couldn't feel, smell, hear, or touch anything. She believed she was dead; she had to be dead or at least asleep. Whether the angels came to take her to heaven or the devils came to take her to hell it didn't matter to the young woman which way it went. Once you were dead, why did it matter where you went if you were Anna Williams? Doomed to spend eternity in a lifeless world didn't sound very fun or enthusing, and it was going to take some adjusting to get used to.
Expecting to wake up within the presence of the grim reaper or something else, Anna instead woke up to the cheering sounds of birds chirping. Her blue-coated eyes slowly rolled open and she could see the autumn leafs from the trees pouring down onto her thin waist. Apparently, she was still alive in the woods and not dead after all. This came off as strange, for she thought she would surely be dead after the blow Bryan gave her to the mid section. None of his opponents survived the attack, but Anna seemed to be the first to live through it. Her body was laid out in the grass, unable to move, still feeling the effects from the devastating punch. She was happy to be alive, but also angry at the same time.