Maxim "The Nox" Nightingale, also known as Noxious is a competitive, untroubled and energetic fighter of the Ultimate Fighting Championship(UFC). Since her debut, just a year ago, she has shown all of her competitors and watchers of the UFC why she is one the best mixed martial arts fighters in the country of America. She travels the world to fight other competitors and maintain her winning streak. Even though, there's countless hours of training Maxim finds time to go out and party. There's hardly a night that Maxim isn't out clubbing or hanging out with a group of A-List celebrities. Lavender Forrester is a normal girl, despite her name, and she has somewhat normal friends. Nearly every day she works at a coffee shop downtown. Day in and day out, she serves rude customers who can't look up from their tablets, cell phones, or newspapers for a second to say "Thank you" once she delivers their items. Lavender is known be shy by most of her friends, but she still has undeniable sex appeal. Even with her shyness, she can turn nearly any man or woman on, and make them do anything she asks. Though she doesn't like to use her sex appeal, sometimes it's nearly damn necessary. Every other night, she likes to unwind at a club or two with her very few friends. Lavender has no idea what she wants to do with her life. She's actually pretty lost in New York City. Her friends, drugs, alcohol, and the frequent endeavors with both men and women are the only things that keeps her going. She's lost in what seems like a jungle, can Maxim help her gain some sense of purpose? Inspired by the song "Jungle" by Jon Bellion.

I seductively walked to the drunk at the corner of the alley. He saw me and smiled widely. "Come have a drink with me! Lift your hood so I can see your beautiful face!" he yelled. I did and put a stone cold expression on my face. "You! You're supposed to be dead!" he said, trying to get up, but falling right back down. "Yes. I am supposed to be dead. But I'm not. The dead always come back to haunt you. But I'm not here to haunt you." He let out a sigh of relief. "I'm here to kill you." I hissed. He widened his eyes in fear and cowered into the corner. "It's funny how karma works, isn't it? You kill three innocent children and two of them just happened to be my beloved siblings. Now, I'm back for revenge." I smiled sweetly. "No! Get away from me!" he shouted, breaking a beer bottle and holding the glass in front of him. Perfect. "Do me a favor, and fill that bottle with your blood." I said, using my gift, and pointing to the unbroken beer bottle next to him. He immediately took the broken glass shards and started cutting himself with it and filling the beer bottle with his own blood. His shrieks of pain filled a little joy into my heart. "P-please! Make it stop! What are you?!" "Shut up and keep going." I hissed. He shut his mouth and cut ten times deeper. By the time an hour has passed, he was on the ground, lifeless. I smirked and took the filled bottles. "Thank you for the drink."