The Black Cobra

Chapter 1

BEEP BEEP BEEP!!! I mutter a curse under my breath and as I slam my alarm clock to shut it up or hopefully break it. I trip out of bed and head for the shower. Hopefully the water will get some of the dried blood that became crust in my hair and on my face out. I let the water stream over me relaxing my tense muscles. I step out of the shower and take a look at myself in the foggy mirror.

Great, people are bound to notice that. Instead of the place where my  left eye should be, is a rapidly swelling lump. Damn I was hoping to avoid the face yesterday and pray that all she did was get to my torso and lower body. On my other eye is just a thin cut, starting to ooze with blood again from opening the scab, starting from the top right of my forehead, crossing the mouth and ended at the chin. What the hell, did she drag a knife across my face or something? Then last nights events came back to me like a tidal wave crashing onto my unstable body. Even waking up at 5:30 am I still knew I had a fight yesterday I just don't remember details this early in the morning. Lilly didn't have a knife she used her engagement ring! I got to give that girl some credit, getting away from her controlling fiance' and using the same piece of jewelry that could possibly uncover my identity to cut my face open is a smart move. It may seem like a cheap shot but in a naguriai anything goes.  

Nah a simply cut isn't going to give away anything. Besides if Lilly knew that it could unravel the fragile stories that I put together she wouldn't have cut me like that. Relationships and friendships here at Kakutou Fighting Club is a little bit different than the norm. While we fight for each other for money we still are very close. I know that seems very odd but truthfully I just generally forget who Lilly is when I'm fighting her, all I can process while fighting is that she is The White Tiger, she is my enemy, and she might take my money. I'm sure this is the same philosophy for her as well.

I drag the brush through my knotted hair though not there was much left of it. After my first fight ever I realized long hair was a big problem. So after the brutal beating that I got because Lee was stupid enough to put me against Viper! She was only the 3rd best fighter that the club. Well 5th now because after that mishap I got better and now I am ranked 3rd with Lilly right behind me. I clambered home with a broken leg and a slight concussion and many other injuries that night. I made my way through the dark kitchen grabbed the scissors and trudged upstairs. I stared at my reflection in the bathroom mirror admiring my long straight red hair one last time. I gathered all my thick strands in a ponytail held together by my hand hands and cut everything off.

Now I have a demented version of a pixie cut. I guess that just gave people something more to talk about. I head into the small closet I like to call my room and get dressed into my usual clothing which consists of baggy pants and overly large shirts. People at school and my family assume it's because I don't have a sense of style when really it's so my injuries aren't made worse or revealed by skinny jeans or belly shirts. I drag myself over to where my combat boots sit proudly. While I may not like my closet my shoes are my babies. I have a combat boots, calf high chuck taylors, and skull print converse sneakers. I fight the urge to cry out when the boots brush against an old cut that just started to heal.

 I walk down the stairs hoping my parents and siblings will just ignore me like they normally do, but I doubt it. These injuries are the worst I have gotten ever and they are bound to notice. While my parents know that I sneak out at night they don't know what I do that involves so many cuts, bruises and scabs. I think they believe that I got beat up in an alleyway or something stupid like that. Please as if I would ever let somebody corner me and beat the crap out of me in an alley. While I fight around once or twice a month I haven't been caught and I don't plan to. That money that I earned last night is just a not even a fraction of what I have in total. That money goes to a secret savings account that I opened up and is saved so when I'm 18 I will leave and never look back.