Sky Evans...
A not so ordinary girl, leaving in an ordinary world. The battles both mental and physical she face shape and define her, making it difficult for those like Mason in. Completely shut off from past trauma she has adapted to being the 'my...
There is an art to losing yourself. Something my mother always used to tell me and it was only ever during my fights that I came to this realisation. The adrenaline that comes with finally letting go, surrending all reality and submersing into the fanatsy. These few minutes of ectsasy taught me more about myself; my strenghths and weaknesses, pain tolerance, fears and intuiton.
Tonight it was me versus another infamous street fighter named Blackwood, known for her distinct aggression and brutality, the mercilessness of her tactics consumed her rivals with fear, except me of course. "Here we have it folks, the most anticipated fight of this evening BLACKWOOD versus JADE LIGHTNING"(me), the Host bellowed. I felt a knot in my stomach not of fear but of excitement, a truly wicked rage that sent shivers down my spine walking towards the ring with my black long cape cowering against my face, there I saw her, my rival and opponent-Blackwood. CHEERS and SCREAMS from the crowd exhilarated me, now in the centre of the ring, face to face, I pierced right into her eyes to see her smirking whilst cracking her bruised knuckles, I did nothing but stare blankly. "I WANT A BLOODY, MERCILESS FIGHT, NONE OF THAT PULLING HAIR YOU GIRLS DO", the host grunted.
I'll show him.
One thing I noticed from Blackwood is that her techniques usually stay the same, for instance by surveying her every night during her other fights I gathered that she steps before she punches and lunges before she kicks. Taking this into account, Blackwood immediately lunged towards to me allowing me to grip her floating leg and flip her around, sending her landing on her back. She immediately jumped back up as if she felt nothing and made a run at me sending a harrowing punch near my eye, I then slide tackled her onto the ground allowing me to then get on top of her and punch. Oh I punched and punched, and punched and punched until I heard a nose break and was dragged off her. I was taken over by a dark rage, it consumed me, I was paralysed by an intense anger and hatred, but towards who and what?
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Blackwood was then given 10 seconds to get up or the fight was mine. Not to my surprise she couldn't, the amount of blood squirting out of her nose was a good indicator. I did it, I won! My last fight was definitely some of my best work. I am really going to miss it.
It was now 12 o' clock and I was moving tomorrow morning and haven't packed. Shoot I need to get home. Running out of the loud underground club I plunged right into someone, my cape was about to slip back off so I grabbed onto it tightly. Shooting a dirty back at the culprit, I saw it was an extremely handsome boy, longish brunette hair and piercing hazel eyes, he was smiling at me as I kissed my teeth. (What can I say I hate pretty boys). "Hey" he said as I was scurrying to get out of this place, "BYE" I bellowed finally managing to escape this place for the last time.
My raven black motorbike was there outside, awaiting my presence. My love for this bike was remarkable it was my haven, my comfort, my one stable companion running towards my bike I hopped on. Packing my cape into the rear end of the bike I untied my thick brown hair allowing it to flow in the wind, the sensation was endless helmet on and now for a few minutes of freedom. Roaring the engine I sped off, my hair was swaying in the wind and I wanted to enjoy these last few minutes before reality.
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Finally arrived at 'the place' I call it the 'place' because it's not home. A home is permanent, somewhere you feel at home; safe, loved, comfort considering this is the 5 place I've been in the last 4 months , yep you guessed just another foster kid jumping from place to place. The only thing keeping me sane is that I was going to be 18 in 6 months and could get out of this hell hole and get my own place. That was my ultimate dream, I didn't want to be just another dead beat like my parents, they abandoned they're only child with no remorse, sold me off for some cheap drugs and used me as a way of getting money. They saw me, they saw a pay cheque. I was rescued from that life, but thrown into much worse only this time it never hurt- they weren't my flesh and blood.
It was now 00:30 am and I've reached my destination, I was not gonna miss this dump.
HII Guys, i hope you all enjoyed the first chapter, I know it was quite short but they will be getting longer I promise. Be sure to leave a comment, Vote and enjoy. Will be making daily uploads this whole WEEK! So sit back, relax and ENJOY...
Where will Sky being moving to now? What kind of 'place' awaits her now? Be sure to follow on her journey towards self- discovery and the progresion of her character and strength is astonishing!
