Hell hound

Chapter 3

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCKKKKKK

"God? Life? Fuck, whoever's responsible for me being here- you piece of shit, you hate me, that's it, isn't it?"

Yaris spits out as she pulls on her black jacket and sweat pants, quickly glancing over at the full length mirror and patting herself down. Finally, she lets out a huff, walking to the door and opening it with a tired sigh.

The girls looks around the clearly poor neighbourhood with a grim expression, the moonlight illuminating the pathway through the small houses. Grumbling to herself, she walks through, her feet tapping silently.

"If I die today, maybe it just might be worth it."

 . . . . . 

Yaris lets out a sigh, stuffing her phone into her sweat pant pocket as she flicks her head back. Her hair falling as she scans the area. A convenience store up ahead, lighting up the otherwise dim area, showing the empty roads through it's white light. She clicks her tongue, a sense of euphoria hitting her as she hears muffled voices from an alleyway beside the convenience store. A smile pulls onto her face as she glances around, hoping to avoid vasco, before walking towards the commotion.

I don't want to get  involved, but I have a grudge, and I'm pent up . . . . it's due time that I let off some steam.

"Take This!"

Jiho's voice rings out, following a few pathetic noises of slapping, making Yaris cringe and listen further. The goons' Laughter ring out as they whoop and cheer, the woman accompanying them squealing strangely as she supports Jiho. 

An irritated sigh leaves the protagonist, and momentarily, she backtracks on her plans, before shaking off this heavy doubt.

'Damn Funny'

'Hit him again'

'LOL!'

'HAHAHAHAA LOOK AT THEM'

'Tubby why are you just standing there??'

'Go Cutie~' the girl's voice sounds.

"It's been a while since I've fought . . . . god I can't wait."

She mumbles out as she turns the corner, quickly pulling on her Jacket hood once again. Her eyes surveying the situation. The golden street lamp illuminated the pathetic scene, two underdogs 'fighting' each other, more so slapping, perhaps fanning than actually punches.

 Little Daniel has both his arms up, blocking Jiho's quick and desperate attempts as he keeps yelling out. To one side, the goons cheer and laugh with the woman, The skinny guy with the pointy hair having a satisfied smirk as he has a phone up to record the scene. No one notices the girl as she picks up her pace, moving to the bullies.