SpitFire Chapter 6: Fights and Flashbacks, an inkheart fanfic

Xqulth: Okay…I realize that the last chapter, last paragraph was pointless.

Reiley: Really? What was your first clue?

X: Thank you to all my beloved readers and reviewers. I had I think a new record the other day 143 people view my story. Thank you to all who have re-read the first story. I'm working on this but, it's hard. I don't remember the order of the book so I will say this. Screw canon. People will end up where they were in the book somehow. Not the way they did in the book, but they will. Somehow.

Reiley: In other words. She owns nothing.

X: Oh, yeah, thanks.

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Upon entering the city, Meggie went with the old author of this god forsaken story, and Farid went with Dustfinger to perform. As I looked around I saw a line forming for a fight session.

"Come one and all, who thinks they can beat the notorious Samara!? He's killed many, beaten even more, and who thinks that they can beat him in battle?" The announcer voiced. I walked up and got into the ring that they had set up.

"I'll do it." I said. The announcer laughed.

"I'm sorry, young lady. This is a mans competition."

"So you think, that, because I'm a woman, I can't beat him."

"Well, yes."

"Wow you're an idiot. Just let me fight him." I said and turned to 'Samara' , "You ready to be beaten?" He laughed.

Bawitdaba da bang a dang diggy diggy diggy said the boogy said up jump the
boogy

Bawitdaba da bang a dang diggy diggy diggy said the boogy said up jump the
boogy
My name is KYEEEEEEEEEE, Kid Rock

Bawitdaba da bang a dang diggy diggy diggy said the boogy said up jump the
boogy

He smirked and came at me as I danced around the ring like a boxer. I came up behind him and kicked in the small of the back. He spun around to face me as I did a back walkover twice to go to the other end of the ring. With a surprised look on his face he came towards me and jabbed me in the stomach. As I doubled over I heard someone cheering for me, "Come on Rei! Don't give in yet!"

And this is for the questions that don't have any answers
The midnight glancers and the topless dancers
The candid freaks, cars packed with speakers
The G's with the forties and the chicks with beepers
The Northern Lights and the Southern Comfort
And it don't even matter if the veins are punctured
All the crack heads, the critics, the cynics
And all my heroes at the Methadone Clinic
All you bastards at the IRS
For the crooked cops and the cluttered desks
For the shots of Jack and the caps of meth
Half pints of love and the fifths of stress
For the hookers all tricking out in Hollywood
And for my hoods of the world misunderstood
I said it's all good and it's all in fun
Now get in the pit and try to love someone

I summoned up my strength and charged him. He tried to punch me but I rolled to the left, whispering to the flames, summoning them. I punched him in the chest, my fist on fire, yet not burning. He yelled in pain and looked at me with anger in his eyes. Samara came at me at a dead run.

Bawitdaba a bang a dang diggy diggy diggy said the boogy said up jump the boogy

He punched me in the face and my head snapped to the side. Now I was pissed. I tasted blood in my mouth as I ran towards him. Slamming my knee into his gut I jumped onto his back and pushed him to the ground. I created a circle of fire around us as I started to punch his face. He struggled but couldn't get up. I felt someone try to pull me off of him. Struggling, I heard said person talking to me.

"Come on Rei, killing him isn't necessary. It really isn't. How would Silvertongue feel if he knew his eldest daughter had killed someone? Huh? Come on Rei, come to your senses. You won. You've proven yourself to them. Come on, lets get you cleaned up, kay?" I realized that the voice belonged to Dusty. Yes I had proven myself to them, but not to him. I finally dinged in my mind, if I was going to get him back, I had to rebuild my friendship with him. Especially, after the last fight we had.

For the time bombs ticking and the heads that hang
All the gangs getting money and the heads that bang bang
Wild mustangs and porno flicks
All my homies in the county in cell block six
The grits when there ain't enough eggs to cook
And for DB Cooper and the money he took
You can look for answers but that ain't fun
Now get in the pit and try to love someone

Flashback

"Reiley! What the hell was that? You almost shot my daughter!"

"I'm sorry okay. It's just reflexes! I didn't shoot her!"

"You almost did!"

"Almost and did are two totally different realities."

"No they really aren't. You're different Reiley, you're not the same."

"Really? What was your first clue?" I said, sarcasm dripping from my voice.

"The fact that, when I met you, you didn't almost shoot people. Where's the Reiley I know!"

"She grew up in the short time that you left."

"You knew I would go back to her. You knew!"

"Yes, I knew. I didn't expect you to flaunt it in my face. The sad part is, she doesn't even know. She doesn't know how much it hurts."

"How much what hurts? We're friends Reiley, that's all."

"Yes well so much for that." I turned on my heel and walked away.

End Flashback

I knew that I had to prove myself to him, and rebuild the friendship that I shattered.

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X: Am I saying that there is hope yet? Maybe. I really don't know. I make this all up as I go along. That might explain my D in organization in language.

Reiley: Yet people like your writing. So surprising.

X: Read and Review peeps. Oh the song is Bawitdaba by Kid Rock. Good song.