Cold Hearted ⭒ Cobra Kai

6.6.0

"'Cause the cycle is vicious. The greed is a sickness. Evil is all around always reaching for something, will leave you with nothing. There's no one to save you now."

~have you had enough? by Poppy~

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A/N: Kind of a surprise update! Let me know what you think! Please don't let it flop!

I also highly recommend you listen to the song above because the lyrics are just so accurate to part 2.

Warnings: abuse, addiction, anxiety, homophobia, depression, domestic violence, grief, gun violence, language, panic attacks, sexual harassment/assault, violence, weapons, and other mature themes

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Zion's POV

I can feel the pain in my chest from how anxious I am as we get out of our cabs. The rest of our luggage gets taken to the hotel next to the tournament arena, where we are now.

I had a lot of time - probably too much time - to think on the plane and stress about this tournament. And about all the screwed up relationships I have.

Tory is gone and now our opponent. Piper has been texting me constantly for updates ever since we landed, and I don't have any. Hawk and I are still mad at each other. Sam seems passive - or at least not totally honest about her feelings. And Miguel? He hasn't talked to me since our conversation at the dojo.

It all breaks my heart, but I can't let it control me. There's already so much that will be going on at this tournament.

I can tell how split our team is as we walk towards the arena. A big banner outside greets us:

Sekai Takai: Best of the Best.

Miguel, Sam, and Hawk are a group; Devon is alone; Robby and I are followed by Demetri.

He asked to sit by us on the plane for some distance from Hawk. I was apprehensive, but he assured me he would stay quiet. And to his credit, he did. Plus, and I will never admit this outloud, having him and Robby near me made me feel a bit less alone in all of this. In a weird way.

But as we walk down the stairs and into the arena, I feel alone. I feel so small. 

There are so many teams and flags of different countries everywhere. It's well-lit and bright with a big mat to fight on. It feels almost familiar.

I blink and suddenly remember Mexico with Miguel. And Hector. The arena we were taken to to watch fights: El Hoyo Verde. 

I turn to Miguel to see if he feels the same, but I stop halfway. He's not talking to me. 

I push the memory back and stand up straighter as we walk inside. It's not that similar; at least, I try to tell myself that.

Johnny and Daniel lead us to the mat where we line up, with Robby and I at the front as captains.

I look around some more. There's a stage with podiums and microphones. There are weapons along the walls. And there are two floors. It's an expensive and legitimate tournament. It's clearly so much bigger than the Valley.

Suddenly everyone turns to our right. I look toward the entrance as more people enter, including some Asian guys our age with smirks on their faces. Then I see the back of their gis.

Cobra Kai.

My heart drops to my stomach as they cross over to where Sensei Kreese emerges from the shadows.