His Fire

Chapter 2

"The heart is the size of a fist because we were born to fight for what we love - Beau Taplin x The Fist Fight -"

I woke up the next morning wishing that I could kick myself in the face. I fell asleep yesterday and didn't wake up. The only thing I did was find out where the fights were happening but what I failed to do was get myself there. I shall make sure that I do not fall asleep today. Sighing I get out of bed and go downstairs. Everything is quiet .. Too quiet. Where's Slade? I walk into his huge kitchen and find a not on the counter :

Morning Sunshine

Sorry I had to dash, didn't want to disturb you. Make yourself at home, left my car keys and credit card with the pin incase you want to go anywhere. Don't wait up.

-Slade

I sigh because I was actually hoping he'd be able to take me exploring. Oh well at least he left his car keys and credit card. I do actually need some gear to fight in. I turn the kettle on and dig in his kitchen until I find a pan, bacon and eggs. While the butter gets hot I go into his massive lounge and turn the gicantic TV on because its too quiet.Hell even when I was learning concentration in Japan it was more louder. I go back into the kitchen and while my bacon and eggs fry, I make the coffee. After changing into a casual outfit, I grab his keys and slip his credit card in my wallet. When I arrive in his garage there's like at least 8 different cars that probably cost more than his house. I just stare in complete shock. Okay, what the hell does he seriously do?!! I shake my head and press the button on the remote not sure which car it belongs to. Immediately the red Ferrari replies back. Nice.

After driving for what seems like hours because the stupid GPS didn't know what the hell it was doing and I kept on taking the wrong turns, I finally arrive at what looks like a mall. I could get used to driving a car like this, I tell myself. The mall is packed and super busy. After asking a dozen people where I can find a sports shop , I finally find myself picking up numerous Nike sport bras and a bunch of different colored shorts to match with it. After that I pick out a few sporty shoes that have good grip, I move on to getting a mouth guard and bandages. I pay for my things and head back to the car. Now, finding my way back...

When I arrive back home, I head straight into my room and turn my Mac on. One of the many things I learnt in Japan was the technological stuff. I met a guy there called Zero, who was a super geek when it came to anything involving computers. We became best friends and I got him to teach me all his tricks so that I can track the man who killed my mother. Toni Gezalle or better known as Alpasco. My father. Yep my father was the one who murdered my mother in front of my eyes. Him and my mother were young lovers and she fell pregnant with me at the age of 16, Toni was 19 but she left him when she found him cheating with another girl and she didn't tell him she was pregnant. My mother always spoke of my father growing up and she told me the truth about him. That he was a liar and a terrible man and that if ever I saw him then I either do two things 1) Kick his ass or 2)run if I do not know how to defend myself but of course I know how to so option 1 is the only thing left.One night, my mother heard a knock on the door and she whispered to me  "Hide." that one word was the one thing that saved my life. I always knew where to hide because she made sure I was familiar with the place incase he ever comes back. So I hid. I hid under the floor boards that were purposefully lose and watched from the vent under the table how my mother was raped, tortured and murdered by him and his men. From that day my 16 year old self swore that I would avenge my mother's death. Yet 7 years later, here I am still searching for him. No one could save me from the sadness that I had drowned in that year. Even my best friend Slade left the very next day to gain his freedom. I was left all alone to fend for myself. So I took the money my mother and I saved, buried my mother's body in a grave I dug and I took the guickest flight to Japan with no home, clothes or food. A week on the streets Kirasu Sensei found me and took me in. I've grown very fond of him, he treated me like his own. I explained to him everything that happened and for 7 years he trained me with all that he knows.

Anyway everyday I check on my Mac from all over the world. From prison cells, to shop camera's, to streets. Everywhere. Obviously I'm not stupid. He's changed his name so I look for his face but nothing comes up. If only I new what he changed his name to. Sighing, I touch the chain my mother gave me when I was a kid. It's a skull that has fight engraved on the other side of it. Speaking of fights... I have some place to be tonight and thank God Slade isn't home, I'm sure he won't mind if I borrow his Harley that I saw sitting in the garage for tonight.

Author :

Okay so this chapter was a tad boring and short but I promise it gets better! I had to fill you guys in on our fiesty character's history. 😉

Thoughts?

Enjoy ❤️❤️❤️

-S