Death and Suffering Make Perfect Bedtime Stories

Chapter 1 - 18 Ways

      "Come on! Fight through the pain. You got this Viv!" Becky cheers me on, watching as I try to take down a girl twice my size.
        You might think this was an unfair fight, but I would like to disagree. My only injury was a bloody nose and mouth, but I think I broke some of her bones.
        I take a few shots, but only so that I have the momentum to flip her over my head. I do so with precise movements, quick and swift, and soon I'm walking off the mat of the training center, declared the victor of the match.
     "Becky, I have no idea why you were cheering like an obnoxious animal. It was obvious I was going to win. Hell, I was holding back. Cheering only slows me down."
"Viv, that's exactly it. You need to loosen up a bit and learn to have fun."
"Fighting is no time for fun! Well unless you're fighting for fun. But we need to focus, not cheer! I feel like we go through this every time I fight."
"Calm down Viv. You're so uptight sometimes." Becky said with a teasing voice.
"I know 18 ways to kill you right now with whatever I have on me. With what we are training for we need to be uptight. Besides, training will strengthen our minds and bodies for our lives and jobs." I said, quoting our teachers for the last part, adding a sarcastic tone.
"You got me there!" Becky joked. "Come on, let's go hit the gym and punch some stuff."
"You can always read my mind" I laugh.
"What are best friends for. Well, other than obnoxiously cheering you on. Let's go. If we're lucky we might get the punching bag that actually screams and begs for mercy."
"Hell yeah! Hurry up Becky!"