The Wrong One

What happens when you live in a bad neighborhood? you learn to defend yourself right. Well that's exactly what roxy did.

As I'm walking through the alley I hear a crunch behind me. I know someone is following me from my experiences in life. See I live in the worst part of town a young woman walking alone could live in. I'm not one of those scared little girls, so I can handle myself. I've taken 8 different forms of martial arts since I was able to walk. My parents had a very dangerous lifestyle so I had to be well prepared for anything. By the time I reached 16 I was a double black belt in every single one of them. I've mastered the forms of karate and jujitsu and am only a few training classes away from mastering the rest. If classes is what you want to call them. As I'm walking down the sidewalk I hear another crunch I slow my pace a little bit. The walking slowly stopped, but I know they're still there. I cracked my neck, and relaxed my muscles as I stopped walking. I give a low chuckle and turn around to face my stalkers. They think they're slick, but really they've just messed with the wrong one.

I turn around to come face to face with-