It was a cold december night.

A young woman not older than thirty walked out of a shady club smiling blissfully.

With tears streaming down her face

She had finally obtained her freedom and could finally live her life as she wished.

When the woman was young, her parents abandoned her and she had to borrow a loan to finish her education.

But soon after the debts increased.

Back then she had a little brother. He was more than 7 years younger than her and he was

the most precious think she ever had in her life.

A year after their parents left he was diagnosed with a rare heart condition.

It slowly got worse. The only opion to save him would be a transplant but as luck would

have it he had a rare bloodtype and so the possibility for him to get a donor before his

heart gave out were slim.

Struggelling with medical expenses she beame so desperate that she again borrowed

money.

But all of that did not help her. Two years later her brother died when his heart gave out,

still waiting in vain for his new heart.

Her world collapsed.

To forget her grieve and pain she started practising material arts with a passion not seen before.

Her gym partners started being scared of her when she started sparring with them.

She was ruthless. She let all of her anger lead her actions and sometimes when she had

a hard day, she snapped and had to be forcefully removed from her opponent.

After a few of these incidentses she was banned from her normal gym and started partisipading in underground MMA matches.

There she learned to fight freestyle. To use her whole body to bring her enemy down

and to use all means possible to win.

In that environment she trived.

Finally she could channel all her grief,pain and resentment of her past into a form of outlet.

And so she became the most feared opponent of the underground.

These matches also had the plus of paying the fighters big saleries, for eventuel injuries

and to instill a grateful feeling that lead to a depentancy.

Like a drug.

Through these fights she meet a lot of underground experts and started training their arts.

At the time she paid of her debt and turned her back on the underworld-buisness she was proficient in the handeling of all kinds of blund and sharp wepons as well as well versed in different kinds of material arts. Of course her main style remained in a boxing stand.

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But all of this did not came without a price.

In her quest of forgetting her pain and grief she injured herself dozen of times, her body riddled with scars could prove that, but one injury pained her the most.

One day she fought against an ex-military agent who had an alcohol problem.

Throughout the fight she started noticing that he became more and more aggressive and his attacks became more deathly.

Just as she declared her surrender her hit her in the stomach so hard that she spewed out blood, and had to be brought to a hospital.

It seemed like the attack had ruptured her uterus and so the doctors told her that she could never have a child in the future.

With tears in her eyes the woman lay her hand on her belly with a pained smile.

But even if she could not have a child, now that she was free from all the filth of the underworld, she would find a way to be a mother. She just had to ind a job and then adopt a baby.

Finally after all these years maybe she had the chance of a happy life.

Maybe she could finally forget her grief.

As she walked out ahe saw a man that she remembered. He was one of these guys that she hooked up with on these nights that she could not be alone and needed the warmth of another human being.

But all of them were one night stands, and they knew it.

She greeted him with a bit of suspicion but did not think much about talking with him.

After the talk they said goodbye and hugged each other as a farewell.

Suddenly she felt the cold metal of a gun being pressed in her belly.

She looked at him in surprise but before she could react he pulled the trigger.

The pain that shoot through her body let her stagger back a few steps.

In disbelieve she raised her hand that she had laid on her stomache and saw the blood covering her hand and dripping on the floor.

As she staggered and finally fell to the ground she looked up to the man and asked why.

Why did he shoot her ?

He smirked and walked up to her.

Grapping her hair he lifted her head up. The pain that shoot through her brain when he jancked on her hair distracted her a bit from the pain in her abdomen.

His mouth close to her ear her whispered : Because you tried to leave our world.

Suddenly letting go of her head it hit the alley and let her mind be plunged into darkness.