System Nullification

Chapter 1

 "Got it," I replied, taking a deep breath with fists and arms raised and one leg in front of the other.

 "You guys," Austin said, turning to the Lower Elite squad. "Don't go easy on her. She's Hunter's daughter."

 A scrawny looking guy came towards me first, followed by a buff guy. I dodged hits from both guys, one at a time, and jump kicked the buff guy only for my leg to be grabbed. Acting quick, I landed on my hands and back on my feet, charging at the scrawny guy instead, spotting the other members contemplating on how and when  to approach me. The scrawny guy and I kept trying to punch each other, but we kept dodging each other's hits. When the buff guy approached us, I ducked and did a leg sweep, tripping the buff guy, and also proceeded to grab the scrawny guy's legs as I stood up and threw him on top of the buff guy. Three guys came at me this time, and as I somersaulted to intercept a punch, I was grabbed and thrown towards one of the other guys. I instinctively clawed and punched at the air which caused me to land a good hit on the guy I was thrown at, and while he was recovering from the hit, I grabbed his arm and swung him towards a punch coming at me. The rest of the five charged at me, and all I did was dodge them as they came close to hitting each other a few times. One of the guys landed a punch in my gut, and I gasped, collapsing and clawing the hand of the guy (fingerless gloves are convenient for this reason), who cried out in pain. I headbutted him and jumped to the side, where I prepared for more hits. I took a deep breath as the whole team approached me, and—

 "Time's up!" Austin cheered. "Good job, Iris. A lot of fighters out there would've been on the floor, and the fight would've been a one sided beating from ten people, but you actually put up a good fight. But we'll see your progress in a full fight another time."

 Despite me being able to beat up three guys and putting up a good fight against ten grown men, I went to a normal high school. People saw me as a cute person that was happy all the time, and I honestly couldn't be blamed for that. I had everything. I've been pampered by the President my entire life along with the rest of the Secret Service, and I'd be thankful if it weren't for the dismay of the poor.

 I've started my career of fighting and helping with the law, which means taking care of things like bank robberies (which are common) and murderers (which either aren't common or have been concealed from the younger people like myself). 

 I also find it strange that I find any form of physical activity fun, even fighting at times (until I get nicked in the jaw or gut or something). I guess there's just something I find in myself, like the confidence to take a stand in what I have to serve, or the breeze that goes through my hair when I dodge a hit. 

 Sometimes I do wish that I could live a normal life, though. If I wasn't born into this, part of me doubts I would have chosen a life of fighting for a lost cause over a life of being able to survive in this country with a career I can enjoy. Which is why I can't stand to see the people at my school being ungrateful to some of the luxuries I have (an example being not having to wake up early to get punched in the gut or having to confront the one man hated by the whole country everyday). And yet, I understand them, just a bit. This government sucks.

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 "You wanna go, bitch?" Riley demanded.

 "Did I say I wanted to go?" I asked, suppressing a grin, trying to give out a cool, mature vibe.

 "You're so fucking fake all the time, acting all happy and sunshiney everyday like 'Ooh life is good!' And then you're out talking shit about Priya! What the fuck?" Riley rambled.

 "When the fuck was I talking shit about Priya?" I yelled. "She's the one talking shit about me! I don't talk shit about people, everyone knows that!"