Part IIII
Future Purposes

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(1 year later)

"What have I told ya about holding back?!" Scolded Kenny, slapping Aya hard on her back, though she did not retaliate. As of late, she has continued to called herself Fury, much to Kenny's like. She has decided to allow 'Aya' to die. She's changed now. She's not as emotionally distressed as she used to be. In fact, she rarely shows any emotion at all now.

One year with this man had utterly changed her. No longer did she raise her hands above her face anymore to protect it. And, by her views, becoming Fury was becoming someone new. Someone stronger.
By changing her name, she was able to change who she was.

"You see your target, you don't hold back!" Kenny continued. "You finish em' once you have them cornered! Like rats."

Fury nodded, understanding. Kenny has given her the skills she needs to defend herself. But he has not given them freely. His demands has caused Fury to become so disconnected with her emotions that others that know of her question her morality. Her name became a whisper in the Underground, as proud as the made Kenny.

Despite that, Kenny sat perched on a porch, solemnly watching as Fury showed off her skills with a knife. Something Kenny had seen once before, in regards to his other protege. It gave the man a realisation. That he had been down here, in the Underground, for more than he was comfortable with. His true task lay waiting on his arrival up on the surface.
Kenny himself now had some choices to start making. "I'm done with you for now." He then called out. "It's time I leave this dump."

"You're leaving?!" Fury asked in a hurry, looking up at him. Was she ready to go on by herself? She had to admit, she was tired. As much as she was thankful to Kenny for giving her these skills, she hated him at the same time. Always so hard on her. His training was more than just a show, but it was physical. He needed Fury to know what real pain was in order to use that as a weapon. The scars on her back show how many times it took for her to fully absorb his lessons. He was no better than the thugs she used to work for, at times. Always 'demanding', drinking most of the time too. Yet, Fury always found herself giving him what he wanted, because a part of her wanted him to be proud of her.

"Got business elsewhere. It's why I need a night to remember, little fury. I gotta have some good memory of this shit hole." Kenny sighed, though frowned. "Nothing good ever comes of place like this. You got yer' whores, you got yer' thugs. My sister knew that all too well."

"I… wasn't aware you had a sister that lived down here?" Questioned Fury, standing straight as she had been leaned over from taking a breather. Her face covered in cuts and bruises just from her training alone, not including the actual fights that Kenny would push her in to. "I mean… I knew you had a nephew, though not of his name."

"Ha!" Chuckled Kenny. "Little Levi. He was a scrawny little runt when I first met him." Fury's eyes widened at the mention of Levi. She's heard of that name many times down here. If no one had heard of Levi and his little group of thieves, then they obviously haven't been down here long enough. However, Fury decided to keep her knowledge of hearing his name from Kenny. "As for my sister. Well, she's in the ground with the rest of 'em now."

She was dead? How could he act so happy about that? This was why Fury, deep down, did not like Kenny. Even now, she could see some of him within herself, and yet, Fury couldn't separate from that. It was guidance, and she was still too afraid to full let go.

"…Her name…?" Fury asked, pushing for more details. She was already interested in trying to find this Levi as it is, but she had to wait until she was sure that Kenny had left. And until then, she knew she had to prepare for what he wanted from her.

"Kuchel." Kenny responded, somewhat solemnly. "Kuchel Ackerman. Got herself pregnant by one her clients, I heard. Out came the little runt, Levi. I couldn't be a father to him either."

"You talk about Levi like you can't stand him." Fury pointed out as Kenny stood to his feet.

"Passed on all I knew to him." Kenny explained. "Raised him, you could say. But he had to be left to go at things alone, just as you need to. You don't need your hand holding anymore. Though I'll give it to him, he never held back when it came to his training. Why can't you do as your damn told and do the same, eh? Yer' not gonna get nowhere in life if you let people walk all over ya..."

Hypocrite, Fury thought to herself. Coming from a man who would hurt her if she didn't take to his forced attacks on thugs that were beneath her. The sooner he left, the better. For he was right. Her hands didn't need holding anymore. And yet, a part of her feared she would succumb to her old self once he leaves. What would she do, once Kenny is gone?
She'd feel more free. But without being told what to do anymore, it will feel strange. There were still questions she had for Kenny, and yet fear prevented them from being asked.
Perhaps finding Levi once Kenny has left would be a start.

For now, Fury played along like she had done for the past year. She became a master of emotional illusion. Always showing a form of pretence to keep Kenny as calm as possible, always giving him what he wanted even though it made Fury feel less and less of the person she used to be. This has caused her to become a perfectionist. Always wanting things in her life to look as perfect as possible, to hide the fact that on the inside, she was troubled and alone. Fury still didn't truly understand who she was. Yes, she has left Aya in the past but who was she truly before she was capable of doing the things she can do now?. And when Kenny heard that her surname was that of Tybur, it appeared to be of importance to him, but why? Was this the reason he has trained her? Despite acting like she didn't care about anything or anyone ever since she became Fury, on the inside, all of this was eating at her.


Morning would soon be here. Even though it was difficult to tell whenever that may be, living underground and out of the Sun. Fury sat in the corner of the room, whilst she listened to Kenny snore happily as he slept. No clothing covered him under the blankets. He gained what he wanted last night, and Fury had to endure hearing it all.

"No more…" She said to herself, frowning deeply at Kenny as she had stared at him ever since he drifted off. "No man will ever have what he wants off me again. And though it won't be right now, because I'm still the scared little girl you 'saved' one year ago, but one day when I see you again, I'll finally be able to say things to you that I can't right now."

At this point, Kenny stirred and woke. He stretched happily and he was aware of Fury's presence. He chuckled as he pulled on his boots and brushed back his perfectly trimmed hair, placing his hat upon his head. The man loved to clean. "Well then... Guess this is it." He looked over at her and, for the first time, only tried to grin.

"So… you're not coming back…?" Fury questioned. She wanted to fully know that she could now do as she pleases.

"I know you think you ain't ready to go it alone, but you are. Just remember that when you have a target…"

"Not to hold back. Corner them. Finish them." Fury finished, looking as emotionless as ever and earning a nod from Kenny.

"Heh. So ya did listen." The man then sighed. "I've stayed down here long enough. I raised that brat of nephew of mine, and I somehow ended up doing it all again with someone else! Still can't say this has all been worth it though... Not yet, anyway." Fury frowned, refusing to look at him. She was holding back her anger. Her temptation to lunge at Kenny and beat the shit out of him, but even she knew that she was no match for him.
"If you ever see that Levi of mine, tell him… Tell him I'll see him again. One day."

"Yeah… I'm sure you will, Kenny." Muttered Fury, those being her final words to him as he opened the door and left. As easily as that. No true goodbyes or words of endearment spoken.
Fury waited… and waited… and she waited. She must've waited a whole hour before quietly standing up, staring at the door. Why was she expecting Kenny to just charge back in, laughing like he was playing a joke all this time? But it was silent. And he was gone. He was finally gone and a huge weight instantly lifted from Fury's shoulders. She was on her own now. She could do whatever she needed to do. And that was to start looking for this Levi and to tell him of his uncle. To see if he could answer any questions she was too scared to ask Kenny.