StreetFighter

Chapter 11

RECAP:

as i was walking i heard something behind me and suddenly froze mid- step. no one would be up this late except for them. oh no. they can't get me!

i turned around and...

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mere pov

i sighed in relief seeing it wasn't them. "aye yo girly how 'bout you come with us? well have some fun with you and I'm sure you will like it, yeah?" a man dressed in ripped jeans and a black shirt says, his three other friends behind him are basically eye-raping me.

" how about... no. now shoo my eyes don't want to look at some desperate dudes trying to get laid. oh and don't try to fight me because you will loose got it? good dogs. now have a good day" i say in a bored tone as i turn and walk away from those men which by the way look like they're maybe.. 25 years old 

"oh no chick you my babe (cringe worthy) are coming with us" another voice says. i turn back around and face them "i said leave me the fück alone" i hiss back at them. a guy from their 'gang' runs forward to grab me but i expected it to happen so i grabbed his hair and kneed him in the face, he fell to the floor whimpering. 'yeah go on cry you weak mother fücker' i said inside my head 

i look at the one in the middle in the eye and sprint towards him. i throw a strong punch to his cheek and another punch on his stomach and i end him off by kicking him in his jewels. i rub my hands together and look at the remaining two "okay who's next? come at me boys" i say to the two guys

one of them pulls out a gun "if you get any closer i will shoot you" he shouts at me. 

"oh you wouldn't do that. I'm experienced, the bullet won't touch my body. trust me." i say back in a threatening voice and i wasn't lying i had done karate for almost my entire life even when my parents where still alive. i was broken from my thoughts when i heard a loud BANG, i snapped my head to the direction of the bullet and quickly grabbed the bullet between my index finger and thumb. yes i just caught a bullet between my fingers. what did i tell you? I'm experienced. 

the two guys stare at me shock and fear write all over their features. i chuckle darkly at them and shake my head "i told you not to shoot. but still, you wouldn't listen" i say as i take long steps toward them "help your friends over there -pointing to the two unconscious dudes- it was good playing with you. hope to see you another time, adios!" i say in a cheerful voice and turned around like nothing happened. 

i didn't knock the two guys because i wanted them to carry their two other friends. i mean who would want to walk down the streets and find four unconscious men laying on the ground? definitely not me. i could've easily grabbed the gun and killed them but i didn't because I'm not planning on killing anyone today or tomorrow or ever

 yes, i may hurt people badly but not so much to cause death. they might have a family back home or people that they care about i can't just let all that go because of me. I'm not a killer  

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home sweet home, how i missed you i mutter as i jump onto my bed. ugh i have to wear my pyjamas and go to the bathroom first! but i don't want to! this bed is to comfortable i feel like its pulling me and its not planning on letting go any time soon..I'm not complaining, i love my bed

i guess i have to go.. i walk to my drawers and pull out short shorts that could be mistaken for underwear and i also take out a clean floral bra. i go into the bathroom. brush my hair, brush my teeth and do my business