Prompt-Battle Wounds
Somewhere in the busy streets of New York, a battle had been won...
She stood there, about 28, covered in blood...
Both the blood of her attackers, and...
Her own...
She'd been jumped, something her father had warned her would happen...
But she hadn't been afraid of his warning. She knew she could handle herself...
And she was still alive, wasn't she?
Wasn't that proof enough she was right?
She'd managed to handle not one but THREE guys at once...
She hadn't been stupid. She only got within stabbing range of one of them...
The other two?
Well she was a licensed carrier...
All her family were...
Still, she hadn't won the fight unscathed...
Indeed, she had a rather big gash on her arm...
And one on her shoulder...
And another on her forehead...
Shit, ok...
Maybe she'd been a bit reckless...
But those guys had deserved it...
TOTALLY deserved it...
Totally...
Shit...
She could feel it...
She was losing consciousness...
No, No!
She had to stay awake...
Stay awake for Tony's sake...
And Johnny's...
Not Dad. Dad could go screw himself...
But her brothers...
That was the last thing she thought of before she felt her knees give way...
At least...At least she didn't go out like a total pussy...
She managed to crack one more smile before she fell to the pavement...
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She awoke...
Awoke to the sight of an utter angel...
Darker-skinned, brown hair, blue eyes...
"Is it my time?"
The Angel looked down at her, confused.
"Time for what?"
Molly's eyes shot open more.
"What the fuck?!"
She looked around...
This...was not a hospital...
At least, it didn't look like one...
It kinda just looked like a...room...
An indescribably AVERAGE room...
She was lying on a table...but it was such an AVERAGE table that she couldn't identify anything noteworthy about it...
