Trapped

Part 10

MEW POV

"Wow. Seriously ? Cops were in this ?" I asked being stunned looking at her as she was calmly drank her coffee. She nodded. She looked towards the window.

"Okay.. Now we come to the part where..." I said softly

"Where I kill them." She looked at me coldly.

I softly nodded.

The past

"This is Mr. New. He is been a martial art master for two decades and also my friend. He will be your mentor." He said as he gestured his hand towards the old man. I nodded and extended my hand towards him and he took it.

"I need your help. I need to be strong. I need to fight. I will pay your fee. Whatever you want. But I need your best. I don't care if I cry or bleed. You will never stop. You will have no mercy. Like they didn't have on me and on my life." I stared in the old man's eyes.

"I see that you have gone through pain. That will be a great motivation. That's half battle won. I now have only one student. We start tomorrow at 4 am." He said determined. I nodded and walked away.

"What exactly happened to her ?" New asked the couch.

"I have no fucking idea. But I do know that she was one of the best in her time. She ran so fast like a blink. But she wasn't serious, lacked determination. I wanted her to go for juniors but she denied it. She is special, New. She has what it takes. And now when I see her, I don't see the old Liz. I see a new one. I see someone with a purpose. I see someone who is angry and furious and she won't stop until she gets what she wants." He said signing.

I started training with Mr. New who was one of the best. I paid him with all my savings, when I sold most of paintings. He taught me how to fight. Strengthened my core, made me run miles for hours. I forgot how much I liked running. I didn't know why I stopped. Everyday we had 6 hours session of martial arts, boxing and core exercises. I was preparing myself to take Mr. Wu down. And I won't back down until I had a bullet in his head.

"55, 56 , 57, 58.. " Mr. New shouted. "I need a hundred! You're not stopping." He said while I was on my 59th push up.

I collapsed at the ground signing with my eyes closing. I turned over, squeezing my hands and breathing hard.

"Liz! Now! Get down! Now! Think of them! Think why you doing this!" He shouted

Sean's face appeared front of my face, I gained my senses and turned over and resumed doing the push up until I finished a hundred. There were times that my hands would bleed with excessive boxing after hours. New would always tell me to go home but I would never leave before 10 PM.

I quit my work, I needed to prepare. I had savings to survive. I used to cry in the institute's shower, thinking of Sean. At nights, I would not get any sleep. I would investigate about Mr. Wu and those five men. I soon found out there names, addresses and jobs. I knew their history. I knew their present. And I knew their future.

Sometimes at nights, I would just go for a run. How much I ever tried I would get no sleep. I couldn't wait. I couldn't. I would run for miles. I would run to 'Our Place' and sit there against Sean's grave.

I buried him at 'Our Place'. After the police was done with him, he was handed over to me. Sean had no family. His father passed away at 50 and he never knew his mom. He always loved his father. But his father couldn't give him enough time because he was working hard to establish his business. Sean craved for his love. For Love in general. I would talk to Sean sitting in front of his grave. Every now and then I would see someone sitting at the bench alone, with his bag. I didn't bother. This place had an amazing view. I didn't blame people for loving this place.