Wings

Morning Torture

"I can't let you do this! It's too dangerous!"

"I won't let you get yourself killed!"

"Harley!"

"ALL MY FRIENDS ARE HEATHENS, TAKE IT SLOW!"

Harley jolted up from bed, gasping for air as her bedside radio blared an alarm. She took a few seconds to catch her breath before finally sighing, leaning over and slapping the alarm button to shut it off. She rubbed her face as she laid back down. "God... I don't want to deal with today..." she whispered to herself, staring at her ceiling.

A knock came to her door. "Hey Har, you up? I'm making breakfast!" her father called, making her chuckle.

"Yeah, I'm up. Just procrastinating because I don't want to go to school," she said, getting out of bed and going to open her door.

Her father stood there with a smirk. He was all tattooed skin and thick muscle. He had been a wrestler in his past, being in an underground wrestling league called the UGC: UnderGround Chicago. He was relieved of action after a deadly accident that caused him to stay in the hospital for months, followed by years of therapy.

So, to stay in the wrestling scene, he trained Harley since she was young. He taught her everything he knew, and with each day she grew stronger and stronger. Soon she participated in her first UGC match under the stage name Harlequin. She left the crowd in awe as she beat a seasoned veteran in 5 minutes flat.

She moved through the female fighter ranks easily and soon she began to fight in the male bracket, making herself known.

Today she had a match, but before that she had to deal with her biggest opponent: school.

Her father ruffled her already messy hair. "Alright tiger, go get ready and I'll have bacon and eggs ready for you," he said, kissing her forehead before walking off.

She sighed and slowly got ready. Her black hair was pulled into a messy bun after sliding jeans on her legs. A sweatshirt slid over her head, hiding any sort of curves she had.

She never really cared about her appearance outside of the ring, so her wardrobe consisted of jeans and sweatshirts most of the year, and then switched to graphic tees and denim shorts when it got too hot.

She walked to the kitchen, snorting when she saw her father dancing around to some pop song on the radio. "Ah, here we see the majestic father in his natural habitat," she commented as she sat down, causing him to roar with laughter.

He set a plate before her and said, "You're just jealous of my moves." He sat beside her with his own food. "So, you ready for tonight?"

She sighed, biting a strip of bacon. "I wish I could call off school today to train and prepare, but there's a test that I can't miss..." she said softly.

He held her hand. "Don't worry, tiger. I know you'll be fine." The clock began to chime. "Alright, better head to school. Take an apple and a water bottle with you and drink enough water."

She nodded, standing and kissing his forehead. "Alright. See you tonight dad," she said before grabbing an apple and a water and heading to her car.

She sighed, turning up her radio as she drove. "Time for the daily morning torture..."

As she drove, she missed something fall from the sky and landing in the forests behind her house...