A raven haired female slowly blink her eyes open and look around her room. She got up and grabbed her iPad that charged underneath her gray pillow. The raven haired teen walk to the kitchen, hearing her little siblings playing a game. She sat down on a chair and started reading a book on her iPad. "What do you want honey," her mom asked from the kitchen. "Cinnamon buns," She answer dully, seeing how her brother and sister are eating cinnamon buns. The mom got the teen her breakfast and put a drink on the table. "What is that," The female asked, her voice coming scratchy. "It's coffee, what do you think it is? Poison," the mom joked . Why does my moms voice sound weird? Maybe just my mind playing tricks, the female thought and started consuming her breakfast.
The girl started getting a weird taste in her mouth and her vision started swimming. She tried to pick herself up from the chair but failed due to her arms becoming weak. She heard one thing before she blacked out and it washer mom saying ,"yeah, she's in the kitchen."
The female woke up in a dark room, chained to a wall by her wrist. The teen started struggling in her chains. "You are just going to tire yourself if you keep that up," a voice, which was male, croaked from some where in front of the female. "W-who are you," the raven haired girl screamed. "I'm your new boss, you are now under my authority," the voice answered causing the girl to sneer.
"Well then, go fuck yourself then asshole, I hate my authorities," the girl hissed. Calm the fuck down, you are going to get yourself killed!, the girl's conscious warned. "You have the right attitude," the male muttered ,"but do you have the right strength?" "What the fuck do you mean I have the right attitude? And my fucking strength," the girl screamed angrily. The male was silent, most likely showing he left he room. "Asshole....why did my mom do this," the girl asked herself, letting her head drop.
She heard foot prints and she lifted her head towards the sound. "You are going to fight Austin, one of the best fighters here," the male said. Suddenly a light filled the room, almost blinding the female. Her eyes shunted to the light and she in fact saw two males. One guy which look about 26 and a teenager, her age, that was muscular. The girl silently gulped and nodded. The older male walked over to the girl and in-hooked her from her chains. She dropped to the floor completely but pushed herself up.
She wore a worried and confused look, her stance showing she was weak. The teen, apperently named Austin, came at the female. The female moved out the way, but left her weakest foot out. Austin tripped over her foot (a very pussy move is what all of them thought) but the female grabbed his arm and kept him from hitting the floor. She almost buckled when she took hold of him but regained her stance- which was more confident than her previous one. She turned him around and lifted her knee- the one she used to trip him- and lifted it up to his gut. He quickly blocked it and took hold of the girls collar and kicked her knee causing her to buckle and decided to knee her in the stomach. She dropped to the floor and grasped her gut in pain.
"She needs practice. She isn't strong enough and not fast enough," Austin commented causing the girl to growl in anger. "Shut up pretty face, it's true and you know it," Austin snapped causing the other male to laugh. "And also, that tripping move won't work on everyone and it is a childish," Austin added. "Well it worked on you, hot shot," the female sneered. "Are you challenging me," the teenaged male snapped. "Maybe it is," the female said smirking, while pushing herself up from the floor. Austin opened his mouth to say something but the older male cut him off.
"That's enough flirting you two, and Iris, he is right," the male pointed out. "How the hell do you know my name," Iris growled. "Well, you are now basically part of this group and I also made a deal with your parents so that's how I know," the guy said calmly. "Then tell me your name, or at least you last name," Iris said, calming down a bit. "My last name is Piral," the guy said. "Finally," Iris muttered. "She is a lot of work, isn't she," Austin asked Mr. Piral. "Yes, yes she is."
