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Waking up alive and breathing in the middle of the woods was a very surprising occurrence to Anna. She didn't expect to live to see another coming day after the end result of her previous battle with Bryan Fury. And yet somehow she managed to survive the outcome.
She thought dying would be the best thing for her after everything she had been though with Bryan and everything else. She felt there was nothing to live for or look forward to in her seemingly boring, dull, miserable life. After her sister Nina's mysterious disappearance, Anna didn't have anyone to kick around with or torture for that matter. She missed the days when Nina and her spent endless days and endless nights trying to kill each other. Those days were surely missed, and they were not to be forgotten.
Soon, Anna felt the need to commit suicide and leave the living, mortal world that she existed in. Living a boring life with no thrilling excitement was not for her, nor was it meant for any Williams relative, so she thought. It was not till later that someone wound up altering her decision and changing her mind about ending it all—that someone was Bryan Fury.
During the beginning stages of the King of the Iron Fist Tournament, there was a sudden spark that emerged between the two once their eyes met. They observed each other closely in their matches and greatly admired what they saw. Anna liked the bone-crushing maneuvers Bryan applied to his opponents. As for Bryan, he liked Anna's posture along with the agile moves that she used to finish off her opponents.
Before long, the two participants in the King of the Iron Fist Tournament took a huge liking to each other's technique and personality. They were both sick and twisted in their ways of both life and fighting. They seemed to be a perfect match for each other. Not only was it Bryan's cocky attitude and painfully brutal fighting style that Anna adored, but also his lean- cut muscles and well defined body had her drooling with delight. At the near end of the Tournament, Anna found herself flirting with Bryan, and soon after he started to catch on to what she was doing, he flirted back and made even more direct eye contact with her every time he saw her. It wasn't normal for Bryan to like women or even flirt with them, especially women like Anna Williams. He gave an impression that her seducing and flirty ways were what had him liking her every minute, but that wasn't the truth at all. Later Anna would find out that what was going on between Bryan and her was not real.
Back to reality
After an hour of recovery, Anna was able to stand up from the grass, but the fight with Bryan left her bruised and sore all over from top to bottom. She was in no condition to fight or go after the man she used to love and admire so much. Instead she went to drown her sorrows at the local bar. The bar was a place Anna habitually went to go mope and pout over depressing matters.
On the way in she stumbled to the counter, still feeling pain in the rib area, before sitting down in one of the twisting chairs. The place was small and nearly empty, but that wasn't really a problem. A jukebox sat in the corner of the entrance playing soft, relaxing music that was pleasant to Anna's ears. The lyrics were soothing and were very explanative about the pains of being heartbroken. It was quite ironic that the song played as soon as she stepped through the flapping doors.
Seconds later, a bartender, a close friend of Anna's, walked in from the back and slid a large wine bottle across the counter over to Anna's aching arm. He knew exactly what she wanted and was in the mood for. Every week or so, he would see her come in and order the same drink. Looking down and staring into her deeply depressed blood shot eyes he could tell something was wrong. Usually when she came in she was happy, but now it seemed to be a different story.
"Is something wrong?" He asked in concernment.
Anna creased her auburn colored hair back behind her ears and took a swig from the wine bottle. Nothing came from her mouth but the sound of alcohol being guzzled down. Her response was only a look of sadness and displeasure. First her eyes leaned over towards his waist and then went back down to the counter. It was clear she was in no mood for talking. But the bartender was eager to learn what had caused her to act the way she was acting. After finishing off the remains of the wine bottle, Anna opened her mouth to ask for another.
"Give me another," she ordered in a weak and frail tone.
"Miss Williams, is there something bothering you? You're normally not like this."
"Stay out of my business punk, unless you want to have your head detached from your neck!" she threatened.
The bartender was appalled by Anna's harsh words. Never did she resort to threatening him to get what she wanted. He knew whatever it was bothering her had to be something really serious.
Anna appeared broken like a shattered mirror. And once she became sober and able to piece herself together again, she was looking to hurt Bryan Fury even worse than he had hurt her.