The Anarchy Princess

19. Failure

July
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I groaned quietly as I woke up. My head was pounding, I went to grab my head but I couldn't move my arms. My vision was slightly fuzzy as I took in my surroundings. The first thing I saw in front of me was Ben. His body was unmoving as it dangled from being held up by his wrists. "Oh fuck, no." I breathed shakily. Flashback of Clay in the same manner, had me panicking. "Ben." I breathed out to him. "Ben?" I whispered, "fuck." I cried out. I was shaking my whole body, as I tried to pull my hands free. "Ah good, you're awake lass." A man's voice rang out. "Chibs?" I asked, confused. "Nay." He chuckled, he came into my view. His eyes were intriguing, they made me wonder what past connection he had to the current SAMCRO President. "So, Teller is it?" He asked. "Who's asking." I asked darkly. "Mh, you're a tough one." He said as he chuckled to himself. "Just like he said you'd be." He stared up at me. "It's low man." I replied angrily. "Ah. But that's not your birth name, now is it?" He said. I snarled at him. He smirked as he eyed my full body. "Hey! Lower her down!" He called to somewhere in the room. I heard a motor sound, as I felt myself being lowered to the floor. I thought the relief would bring me joy as I would finally be able to stand. I was flat on my feet as I mentally sighed.  "Ah ah. A little higher." He smirked. My body had little time to register as they propped me just enough for me to ease the pain in my wrists, at the expense of my toes. Sick bastards. "Right then, shall we talk now doll?" He asked me. A devilish grin on his face. "Go ahead. I've got nothing to say." I spat. "Ah, that's where I think you're wrong." He said as he paced along the left side of the wall. A long plastic white table was set up. He had dragged it in front of me. A full row of items laid out, and I'd have to say, none of them looked very friendly. "You're gonna have to do worse than that." I scoffed towards the table. "Oh yeah? And why's that?" He asked. "Being propelled in the air before, you learn a thing or two." I said as I had quickly grabbed the chains with my hands and kicked him through the air. I can tell he didn't anticipate that. Or did he anticipate Ben to have been awake and ready for him. He wrapped his legs around the mans throat. Squeezing with all of his leg strength. "Stop!" A woman called, "let him go." She said from behind me. "Let. Him. Go!" She repeated with more force. His eyes darted from me, then back to her with worry. He quickly dropped the man unwillingly, the man fell to the floor, coughing and wheezing, as he tried to breathe again. The woman had went to his side to try and console him. I then noticed a gun in her jacket pocket. I looked at Ben who had sadly smiled. He wasn't going to let me take a bullet. "You stupid bitch." The man yelled as he walked over and began punching me. "HEY! No! No!" Ben shouted out at him as he kept hitting me. Some were going to bruise, as others didn't phase me. "It's ok." I breathed out, Ben's fear was evident in his eyes as they locked into mine. I grunted in pain as a huge tingle went through my whole body. The sound of a crack, that I've heard once before.

~July flashback with Happy~
"I think it's time." He said. "Wait, really?" I asked excitedly. He had a hint of a smile on his face as he gave me a nod. "Yeah. You're 21 now, it's about time I prep you." He laughed. "Go strip down to a sports bra and some- whatever shorts are the most similar to sports type you've got. Meet back here in 5." He said as I raced to the dorms to grab a spare bag I keep in Jax's room just in case I had to get into a ring with some bitch, or when I wanted to use the ring to spar with Jax or Juice. I ran back in. "Here." He said as he tossed me a mouthguard. "What are we learning today." I asked. "The Art Of Breaking Bones." He said. "Oh, so your specialty." I laughed. "I'm reformed now. But yeah, sure." He joked. "So, if you ever feel a rush of pain shoot through your entire body, you broke a bone. And our safe word is Pain." He smiled. "Not that you know what that means." I laughed. "Oh come on kid, I'll ease up, but only 'cause it's you." He said. "Wow, so mr dark side has a soft spot." I teased. "You're more like a light through my dark tunnel." He smiled. "Soft spot." I whispered as I smiled at him shaking his head, but he had a small smile too.
(A/N: I just love love loovvee July and Happy's relationship so much, k bye)
"Yeah sure kid, whatever you say." He laughed. "Ok. Fighting stance." He instructed, as I stood with my arms up and my fists ready. "Jab." He said. I tried to punch him as he blocked, "again." He said, I repeated it, as he sandwiched my arm between both of his wrists. He twisted it quickly as I used my other to try and get him. He moved out of the way quickly. I swept my leg underneath his, he stumbled slightly, but didn't fully fall down. "Damn." He smirked. "Almost." I said.  He had stared at me with an emotion I didn't completely register. His eyes had darted to my left quickly as I had turned and punched the figure. "Ha, ah." I yelled as I breathed with my punches. I grabbed his arm quickly and flipped him roughly on his back. He groaned softly in reply as he laid on the floor of the ring. I looked back at Hap as he smirked and clapped slowly. "You're only about 120 pounds at 21. Taking down an almost full grown man who's at least 140." He smiled. I didn't anticipate that when the man got up, he would crush my foot like a potato chip. "Ah!" I cried out as the pain had shot through me. "What the hell?!" Jax called out, most of the men standing outside the ring. "We were just teaching her how to quietly and positively handle pain." The man said. "Jesus." Gemma ran over towards the ring, jumping in and grabbing me up in her arms. "Ma." I protested. "Shut up Jules, you're still my kid, and my only baby girl at that." She said, as she helped me limp out and onto the barstool. "Stay." She said as she grabbed ice from the back of the bar. "Here." She said as she tossed me a small bag of ice, and two ice cold shot glasses of tequila. "What's this for?" I asked. "The ice is for the foot, the shots are for the pain." She smiled.
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"Leave her alone, she didn't do shit!" Ben yelled. "So, do you wanna do the honors, or should I?" He said. "Well son, that's where you're mistaken. She's done a lot of damage this one." He chuckled to himself. "Ben. I'm sorry. I don't understand how you ended up in this situation." I said. "I do. It's because of your dumb ass." He spat. "Ooh, a spitfire lad here, huh?"  He laughed, as he looked at me. "For the love of Christ, shut up for once!" I groaned. "No, as a matter of fact I won't- you're the one who got me into this stupid bullshit in the first place. And also because of you Cheryl ended up dead. Heroin overdose. She didn't even do heroin!" He ranted. "And furthermore I think this is a real shit situation that you've gotten us into. I really believe that-" BANG. A shot had loudly echo'ed throughout the empty warehouse. Ben's eyes were open as blood had trickled down from his forehead. "Fuck me." The man said, as he put his pistol back onto the table. "Sorry lass, he talked too much." He shrugged. My shock and fear were clearly on my face, as I had dulled my expression back to neutral. "It's fine." I replied. "I never cared for him much anyways." I stated dryly. Although I was practically dying on the inside. I kept repeating Happy's mantra, 3 C's.
Calculating.
Always keep your guard up. Vision what they're trying to plan for you.
Cautious.
Be on alert, but not too noticeable.
Closed off. (Cold or calm works)
Ice out any, and all, visible emotion.
My breathing remained relaxed. They have me here for a reason. If not they would have killed, or dumped me by now. I tried to remain focused, 3 C's.

Ez
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I woke up laid in dirt. I spit it all out of my mouth. When my vision wasn't so fuzzy, I tried to sit up. A woman had quickly come and sat me up slowly. I groaned slightly, my hand finding my head as I went to touch it. I pulled away quickly as I winced out in pain. "Ah." I breathed out. "Uh, excuse me? Ma'am? Do you know where I am?" I asked. "I'm sorry, you've been out for a couple of hours, I'm not sure." She replied. My mind went to my gunshot wound at my side, noticing the fresh bandage. "Oh. I hope you don't mind. I had seen blood on your side, figured you needed to change it, and uh, given your current state of- well, y'know. I had took the time to change it myself." She said quietly. "Thanks." I smiled. "A-are you thirsty?" She asked quickly as she stood up, and had offered me a water bottle. "Thanks, again." I said as I held it up, as if a "toast" or "cheers" to her. I had let the cold water hit my tongue. The hydration digging it's way through my body. "You should slow down for a moment." She offered. I quickly turned the bottle upright as I caught my breathing. "Yeah, yeah." I laughed slightly. July would have teased me for being a light weight. Shit. July. "You haven't happened to see a girl around here, have you?" I asked quickly. "A girl? Uh, no. No. I'm sorry, it was only you out here." She said. "Shit." I cursed, I leaned my hands back into the dirt as I noticed it was still soft. I dug quickly as I found a light blue hair pin, it was a snap on. "Fuck." I breathed as I stood up, the tire tracks were still caked in the dirt. A shining metal flashed from the road. "Her phone." I sighed as I grabbed it. It was still decently intact, the screen was cracked from the impact of her falling against the road to the dirt. I scrolled through the notifications, I found the one I was looking for and quickly clicked on it without a second thought. "July! Jesus kid, you had me worrying like crazy! How is it there?" Happy's voice rang out from the other end of the phone. My breathing was shaking. "Jules?" He had questioned expectantly. "Happy." I greeted. "Why the hell are you calling me from my baby girls phone. I swear if you laid a fucking hand on her, then you better pull a Danny fucking Phantom and 'go ghost' because you won't be alive to do it again." He growled out. "No. Listen dammit!" I said. "She's gone. I don't know who fucking took her, but they had an accent. Does an Irish accent sound familiar at all to you?" I asked, he was taking a long time to respond to me. "Happy?!" I yelled into the phone, my panic rose. "I'll deal with it." He said angrily as he hung up. "Happy? Happy?!" I yelled into the phone as the line went dead. "FUCK!" I yelled as I threw the cell in anger and fear, the woman jumped. "Fuck-I'm sorry- I'm sorry." I sighed. "It's ok, I understand. Being a Mayan can't be easy." She laughed nervously. Then my mind had turned to my club. "Uh, yeah. Yeah, it's not." I said as I was patting down my kutte, then to my pockets. I had dug into my backpack impatiently. I found the damn thing. "Angel?" I asked quickly as I heard the ringing stop. "What the fuck little bro, where are you? Why didn't you pick up any of my calls, my texts, and shit." He ranted. "I'm sorry, I was- busy." I replied as I had looked to the ground where the dirt was wet, and my body outline was laid. "Yeah well, fuck your timing. We're going to war." He said. "Yeah, yeah. I'll be there soon. I just need maybe a few hours." I spat out. "What do you mean bro, a few hours for what? You're starting to sound like CoCo." Angel ranted. "July's missing." I said. "What?- what the fuck are you talking about?" He asked. "Like, she was with me one minute, then gone the next. I need to track her down." I said. "Fuck that, you need to be here. With us, now." Angel said. "But I-" I started to reply. "No. Get here. Now." He said as he hung up. "FUCK." I had yelled again as I jumped on my bike. I waved to the lady with the sedan as I rode off, towards the direction I came.