A/N: Hey everyone! I know it's been two weeks but I have a...valid...excuse... *shifts guiltily*

I initially planned another chapter but some things happened in my country that was quite a shock to all of us. A girl named Andrea Bharat was kidnapped on the 29th of January and a badly decomposed body was found in a ditch on the side of the highway on February 4th. I didn't know her personally but I'm asking that you all pray for her at this time because her family needs support right now and you all know that this could've been any one of us.

In this fanfic, I'm going to write about issues that plaugue the real world that I wish were resolved. I'm going to take you on a journey through these characters' personal growth because no matter how hard we try, the world just keeps getting worse and worse by the day. The man who supposedly kidnapped her has 70 Rape and Kidnapping Cases Pending!

Everything that happens to Annalise Blaka is what really happened to Andrea Bharat.

Claimer: The only things I own are the plot and my OC- Annalise Blaka.

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Another one. Dead.

The number of missing person cases was rising each week. Last week was a girl named Annalise Blaka. She went missing on the 24th of April and a badly decomposed body was found in a ditch on the side of the highway just 5 days later- yesterday. She had followed all the right steps- use public transportation, travel with a friend and only do so during the daytime. And yet it still happened.

This was one of the reasons why Arya trained to become a fencing master. She pushed herself well past her physical limits and broke through her mental ones. She was a proud feminist and wanted to show the world that even though bad things happened to innocent people, those disgusting perpetrators held no power over her. She wanted people to realize the thing she already had for so long, ever since...that night.

She wanted everyone to know that women are not commodities or toys of amusement but real partners to man who has the responsibility to protect her with his strength, not hurt or defile her. But still in keeping with the true goal of feminism, she wanted to achieve gender equality not female superiority. Both are just as important as the other in society.

Taking all her beliefs into account, you can imagine her frustration at having to practice for the National Under-18 Girls' Fencing Championship in a mixed school. It also didn't help that her white fencing uniform hugged her lean frame. Neither did her culturally long raven hair help the situation nor her forest green eyes. By the standards of teenage boys, she was beautiful. By her standards, her body was awful.

Beautiful was dangerous. It drew attention to what was on the outside of her rather than her actual thoughts or ideas. How shameless were those teenage bastards to publicly ogle her and think she would consent to even look at one of them?

Today was just three days before the tournament. Therefore, the Du Weldenvarden Girls' Fencing team had been given clearance to come to Therinsford High School and work themselves to the point of exhaustion. As seniors, it was their last year to bring their school glory before heading off into the daunting world of work.

Arya and her fencing team were all speculating about the outcome of the competition while on their way to the gym. They were rounding a corner when the P.A. system broke out in the halls.

"Eragon Shurtugal, please report to the main office immediately. Your father has come to collect you"

In front of her, who she thought was the said boy, grabbed his bag from his locker and passed her before disappearing from sight down the hallway they came. Although something about him seemed familiar, he wasn't what caught her attention. It was the onyx-haired girl who was with him...and clutching a gym bag.

Arya groaned internally as she realised that her team would have quite the audience during practice.

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Eragon, still holding onto his gym bag, walked up the many winding corridors which led to the entrance lobby.

Therinsford High School was a school with quite a lot of history. It was built around 120 years earlier during the first civil war as a place where victims left wounded and homeless from the wreckage could stay. Around 40 years afterward, at the end of the second civil war, the governor turned it into a school where the underprivileged students from rural areas could come to gain their secondary education. The ones who remained in school, that is. Most elder siblings had to drop out after completing their primary school education in order to provide for their families.

Another 60 years passed with many changes in Alagaesia such as gaining Independence and a Republican status. The school board also began to accept the students who were a bit better off than others in a plan to get the more generous parents to patronise them. In the late 90s, the school made its first and last major renovation. One new installation included the huge gymnasium which schools from miles around travelled to use.

The front of the school remained mostly as it did over a century ago- two storeys tall with a peeling layer of paint over the old concrete blocks, a grand archway opening out to the east side of the hill, the smell of moss that came from being situated in the trees and the open view over Palancar Valley. Being an old school, the entrance to the secretary's office was outside the building.

As the brunette made his way over to the office to sign out, he felt it. Years of Karate training enabled him with a sixth sense, allowing him to feel those slight changes in the atmosphere: the soft shift of breeze on the back of his neck, the muffled sounds of something rubbing against cloth.

Eragon turned around only to have the barrel of death pointed straight between his eyes. If the man in front of him so much as moved his finger, he'd be the latest meal for the corbeaux that often visited the lower hills of Palancar Valley. Eragon couldn't make out any of the burly man's facial features since a sheer stocking leg was pulled over his face distorting them. Slowly, he dropped his bags and moved his hands as if to place them above his head.

What the goon in front of him didn't count on was his victim having 7 years of Silvelo (seel-vay-loh) Dracona Karate training under his red belt. While raising his hands in 'surrender', Eragon slowly back-stepped before suddenly tornado-kicking the silenced pistol out of the man's hands towards the edge of the hill.

A second man thundered into the fight as soon as Eragon landed and placed him in a headlock, attempting to cut off his air supply. With all the force he could muster, the brunette slammed his head backwards into goon number two's nose, effectively breaking it, and jabbed his elbow into the man's solar plexus.

The pain came as a surprise to the man behind him and made him completely let the target free of his grasp. As soon as he was let go, the first man punched him in the face. Eragon fell to the floor but stuck his legs out and swiped them a hundred and eighty degrees. The first man fell to the floor and yelped as a sharp pain ran up his left knee. To seal his fate, the brunette kicked him in the place it hurt most.

Goon number two was trying to grab him from behind but Eragon wasn't falling for that trick twice. Just when he was behind him, the brunette grabbed the man's right arm and judo-flipped him over his shoulder and into the concrete beneath.

All this took place in the space of a minute.

What Eragon couldn't understand was why no one had heard the commotion and come to see what was going on. Surely there must have been at least one random gossip investigating, right?

Still on high alert, Eragon looked around before deeming it safe to trek towards the secretary's office and look inside. The only thing he found was the body of the secretary slumped against the dsek with a fine trickle of blood running down the side of her face.

He was backing out of the room when a click sounded behind him and he felt a small circle press against his lower back. He thought he'd taken care of everyone but forgot the most important person in an operation like this: the getaway driver.

"One shot and you'll be paralysed," whispered a layered voice behind him.

Eragon kept waiting for the bullet to hit but it never did. Instead, the third man brought the butt of the gun up and rammed it against Eragon's temple, just hard enough to knock him unconscious but not do any severe damage. Without another word, the brown-eyed brunette crumpled to the floor, soon to be subject to a fate worse than hell itself; he was fated to face the truth.

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