Fighterwoman Stories

After the fall of countries there was there was a one government. The gods of the end time came to rule creating a difficult life for humanity. No more buying and selling without the mark of the beast on the hands and curfews and death was the order of the day. Even after all these Anora finds strength to lead a resistance after the death of her husband Emek in the hands of one the gods Gwovalak. Despite the battles faced and numerous lives lost victory came to humanity at last!

"Someone didn't get a kiss from his mommy today, huh?" I mock Jace with a smirk, my fists ready to punch. "You really have a death wish, don't you?" He asks me amused. "Yea, help me out a little?" I challenge him, he already thinks that i'm joking until he notices my dead serious face. His eyes twist into surprise, confusion and something i can't decipher. Let the fight begin. ___ My name is Bellatrix Williams. I'll make my life description as short as possible. I'm probably a mixture from psychopath and a sociopath, i haven't been to the rapist recently, sorry to the Therapist recently so i don't exactly know. I'm also a part from a streetfighting community but in school i'm a nerd so my past wouldn't find me or i'm a dead woman, literally. I have a lot of secrets, too many. My secrets are safe until i mess up, the alternative is my death, again. It's a game for my life. Will i survive? *contains inappropriate language