San Francisco, November 1st, 1987
Scarlett punches the boy across the face as he attempts to dodge, failing miserably. Scarlett then feints with her left, before beating him with her right, catching the bleeding boy off guard. He regains his balance and lands a swift punch knocking the girl back slightly. She smiles and rushes towards him, getting ready to hit him again. The boy prepares to dodge her fist but Scarlett abruptly gets down and sweeps the boy off his feet and straight onto his back.
"Jesus Scar, I'm only 19 and because of you I have the back of a 70-year-old man." Scarlett helps the boy up and pats his sore back, causing a groan to exit his mouth.
"It wasn't that bad. We have mats to cushion your fall, you big baby." She wiped the blood that was dripping out her nose. "I know you can hit harder."
"No? En serio? (really?)" Sarcasm dripped out of the older boy's voice.
"Why didn't you?" Scarlett stands in the middle of the studio, a black tank top, sweats, and some crimson-colored converse.
On the farthest bench, her bodyguard and close friend Antonio sits, drinking a bottle of water. He just shrugs as he downs the remaining liquid.
"Jesus Tony, that's like the fifth bottle you've had in the last half an hour." Scarlett stares at the man chugging the water.
"Well, I'm sorry I actually enjoy the taste of water, Scar." Antonio pipes back.
"I like water." The girl states very dramatically.
"Yeah right, you and your sweet tooth only enjoy soda." He throws the empty bottle of water in her direction.
"I do not only drink soda." Scarlett catches the bottle with ease and walks to the bench grabbing a towel to wipe the blood still dripping from her nose.
"You drink so much your entire body is 50% soda instead of water."
"Yet I'm still healthier than you." Scarlett sasses the ravenette fixing the wraps on her hands.
"Te voy a enseñar sano- (I'll show you healthy-)" Tony begins rushing the girl to fight again but is stopped by another one of Scarlett's men knocking on the door to the studio.
"I didn't mean to interrupt your guys sparring session but Ms. Delgado, you have a call. Specifically asked for you." Scarlett lightly nods her head to the man and he leaves.
"We'll finish this off later Scar?" He turns his body to follow her walking figure.
"As long as I get another reason to hit you in your face, yes. And-" Scarlett throws a clean towel at him. "don't bleed all over the mat. You'll have to clean it up if you do." She stares at the boy and walks away.
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She immediately rushes to her office, not bothering to freshen up. She grabs the phone from one of her men, thanking him as he walks out. "Hello?"
"Scarlett, hello. It's an honor to hear your voice again."
She sits up a bit straighter recognizing the voice. "Master Lin. And to what do I owe the pleasure?"
"Oh please, it's only been a few months since I've called for your help with recruitment ."
"I guess work has been making everything feel like it happened so long ago."
"Well, It's been my understanding that since you left, your father continued training you on subjects you would've learned here."
"Lin, what do you need?" Scarlett already grows impatient as she wipes her nose again, the white wrap on her hand, dying red.
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Red Roses ~Marcus Lopez Arguello
Fanfiction"Year by year, it doesn't hurt so much anymore. Whatever effect it had is mixed in like dye. Like a White Rose dyed red." ...
