I duck down deep trying not to breath to night is not my night what the heck, what happen to me trying to spend a nice relaxing time off with friends and this happen, they when and set me up; no wonder I find it hard to trust people. They really don’t have a senses of humour at all tight ass little micks, I am going to kill them when I get my hand on their little pretty neck.

Trying to stay still and not making any of the rustle sound to get out of the big dumpster. Every time I move my jacket would be bushing up against the big trash bag. Yes you guest it I am hiding in a big garbage bin trying not to breathe in anymore of the furl smell assaulting my nose right now, oh all the grate witches please give me strength. Even working in the sewage for the last weeks the smell is not as bad as these. What do they put in here a dead body or something, strand of my hair started to fall on to my face escaping from the well tight bread I have done to bundle up tight together the bob hair cut against my scope so it wasn’t going to get in the way of my eyes.

I could feel something oozing slowly down my back that sent shiver and nearly made me about to jump up a mile away. Holly Crock Mother Of All The Witches In The World please, please don’t let that be anything nasty I pray and swore all in one though; let hope I am not offending anyone with my language out there who is still listening to me. In a time like this you still worried about something like that. Hindrance jumps in and hitches a ride on my thought.

‘I really like this jacket okay.’ I whisper under my breath, now I am talking to my self more like the life-side of my evil brain.

I dock down even low as I hear foot step getting closer and closer to the dumpster pushing down making a bag fall, oh my Witches what on earth is that tickling my nose every time I breathe in, it moves even closer to me threatening to travel in to my nuzzle. It flap back and fourth trying to make it way closer and closer to my nose making me about to sneezes my head off as I try to hold it in. The squishing sound below my feet and the leaking liquate entering my favorite booth does not help. Those girls are going to get my wrath so bad they wish they were never born ever again, you play with fire and you’re get the flame baby. Furry and I have no mercy and it burn deep in to my soul. The flame of revenge and anger of the spirit of the dumpster is coming for you, I jump in here as an innocent girl and go back out as the dumpster revenge monster. I am Dumpster girl and they better watch out and here come Hindrance clapping sarcastically at my announcement.

What exactly happen you want to know, let me tell you it was not pretty as soon as Rain announce the one night date with little old me, most of the guys that surround our booth and when crazy. I can’t really tell if I should be flatter or insulted by their reaction. On one hand they giving me a compliment that they are attracted to me, on the other hands it might have been Rain amping up their hormone, which in answer to their sex drive is, am a girl and that will do for their need. That seem to a much better expiations then all of them suddenly finding me attractive all of a sudden and I run out of their like hell on fire. From one table to another jumping, trying to escape with my life. I run out of there with fifty men right on my heels chasing me like a zombies chasing it meat and I should know how that feel seeing as I had the privilege to run in to them a few time and they give me the privilege to be chase by them for my brain.

I know compare to the girl I am pretty simple and with my cloth standing next to the girl I would never bee chosen by the boys. But I can say one thing that I have plentifully of is my girls Hooters and Bee-Stings they are in the double digit and my buns are perfect enough to talk about. I still say I am one of those girls that win a man heart thought my smart wit and charmed of my brain. Anyone who looking for someone to fight any kind of monster I would wind hands down, they would choose me in a heart beat no competition and that is find with me.

‘Where is she?’ one of the man stop at where the dumpster was I dock down even deeper thinking that one of them suddenly develop an ex-ray vision and abele to see through the thick metal stile containing bags and bags of crap straight to me. Hey you never know, what kind of Being they are and I have no ideas what power they have.

‘I think she when that way.’ I sign in relief as the foot step fad further away from my temporally home. You can happily fight with org, monster and Gould but you shiver in fear when fifty men chase after you. What is up with you, called them back; with our record you should open up your arms wide open and roll out your welcoming matt. I am not a pimp thank you very much, I don’t need that kind of relationship, I want the real thing, companionship and acceptant not just a worm body. Whatever you say, we’re going to die alone. Hindrance pulls out her handkerchief and start sniffing. Gee dramatic much, you’re not my aunt or parent so stop complaining in my ears. Well someone have to do the job, one of us have to care. Oh shut up already, I have enough of you for today seriously you are either here to help, if not out you go right now to bed.

As soon as the voice of the man dies far enough I try to jump out of the dumpster trying to pull myself out of it. Only now releasing that it really tall and I can’t even reach the top properly. Oh no, this is troubling I might end up being dead in here until someone find me copes tomorrow. I am going to be stuck here in the dumpster all night waiting for someone to find me like the walk of shame. Which is worst my dead body or a walk of shame, I know I am really drunk right now but there is no way in hell that my fighting skill is not as good as when I am sober right I should be able to do this.

I stood there trying to come up whit a plane and shimming up ward toward the open light among the sea of trash, I will myself to jump and pull myself up and out of here.

On the count of three I jump up and mange to get my finger tip to grab hold of the edge of the opening of the metal. Slow but confidently I mange to pull myself up and out of the trash. As I jump and put my leg over the metal my left booths just when and get caught in one of the bag, I shake and shook trying to get it lost. Seriously grate I learn in with my derriere going up in the air hanging and flapping in the wind for all to see, I mange to loosen the entanglement. I was welcome by the concerted red stone using my butt as a cushion with the blow. All of the air rush out of me trying all to escape at the same time way faster then I could breath in. I grid my teeth in pain as the broken rip I had from the time in the swage instinctively flair back up, not helping with that situation any. I huddle in pain for a while trying to control the stabbing agony, I jumped up and a way from the corner street trying to get as far away from the night club as I could seeing as that is where all of the insect call man is crawling out of.

Walking around for a while and I cleverly mange to lose my way, to be honest with my self I was never one to good at direction. Road, map and building just confuses the heck out of me, and this them it is just like the other. This is why I would always take the same old rout that I have always been taking for years, I know that will not find my way back if I try anything knew and fancy. It took me months to hired a guide helping to not get confuses with the rout that I have always try to take around the island. I couldn’t work out which is head and which is tail, this is the exact situation that I did not want to end up in. But of course the three evil demons had other plan for me tonight I am not going to make it home whose knows when.

“Thanks a lot, you three crazy girls” I scream out in frustration and pain. Pain from my butt and throbbing ache from my broken rib, I look at the Band-Aid that I done to keep everything in place. It was already drying up with flecking blood and now slowly socking up with the slowly oozing blood that is coming out of the cut. Well hell this is why I wanted to drink myself to a stupor to night, the pain would go away if I were drunk it would numb it. It has been working so far, the paint is not killing me like the sun of a bitch that it should be, right now it just a throbbing sting unlike at the beginning.

I hobble along the large roadway, oh man I don’t remember these road where am I, it so hard for me to find my way back home from anywhere new. I try to learn to read map, road sign and other things that I could think off but it was no use, I still couldn’t find my way around a new areas like these. Oh well why try to fix something that is not fixable or more like why try to fix something that is not broken. Knowing I am just so bad at making any journey that’s why I depend on the portal to take me where I needed to be and not worried to much about getting lost in the middle of no where like right now.

What am I going to do? I hate this, twirling in circle I try to find the name of the street; I need to find the closes portal to take me home, maybe I will know my ways once I find the street name. This is the thing I have mostly spend money on portal magic because they have save me so much time. The portal shell magic container is the greatest things that have been invented. Containing transportation magic with in, whoever came up with the invention, I would to give them a kiss on the cheek.

I would never be able to afford to hire anyone with portal magic that’s able to open the portals to anywhere, any time and any destination you want. The down side of the portal shell magic container is the fact that you have to use it pacifically to the time, the day that the magic was first cast and captured in to the shell container, and we have to watch out for the expiry date or you might lose a limb or two. There is a prices range from cheap to very expensive from the length of date it will last, length of travel, time and even the size. For a poor low Pirate worker with no name like me in the world can only find job that is low pay and afford the cheapest of the cheap portal shell container.

I am a private independent contractor Mercenaries but in the bottom of the area of the work and in the darker side of the working style where most of the Mercenaries look down on. By my decided not to belong to any Agency and venture out on my own, I became the most hated among the Mercenaries. I am known as the one that stray, it not that I don’t give a shit it more like I don’t play well with order, hierarchy or anything that have social order to it. There is three different type of private contractor you can find, The Hunter which work for the well famous and well-known name around the city. This is the highest work you can climb up to as it is very high pay but also high risk. You have to have a lot of magical punches to be in the Hunter section.

Below the Hunter there is the Keeper they work a little bit further away from the well known and famous but still in the area of the richly, rich people. Their job is more constant and stable as they would work for the same family for many years and they are pretty much getting pays enough to live a good life and there Magical power is strong but not as strong as a Hunter.

In third is The Seeker they are for the public to be hired as long as the people can afford to pay for their services, the level of pay is a little lower and they do their best for the job the pay would be enough to live a normal life. Their magical power is not so strong and they have to depend more on their skills, that’s why most of them would stick with investigation and detective work.

Last but not lease is me, my own private little me; I decided that if am going to be the outcaste I might as well make it flout it, so I when ahead and name myself The Pirate it will be know as the lowest of the low, where even criminal would shone on me for not doing what they are doing. I would take any job from anyone no question ask, the pay would be very high or very low depending on the job. I pretty much a no body living in the shadow, the only ways to contact for my serves is if you wanted to find me. My name can only be found in a search engine, no agency or contract worker would even acknowledge my existence that’s how low I am at, they don’t want to put themselves in the same section as me even thought I am kind of running my own little thing.

All of the Mercenaries belong in an Agency or somewhere, the client make a contract with the Agency, which insure the guarantee. But me The Pirate form the contract I deal with the clients and I work for the clients. Not for anyone else, there is variety of job out there from killing to escort to working in the sewage just like what I just came out of. All I had to do is put my name on the net and the client chooses. I made The Pirate work very similar to a Agency, but though the Agency you have to informed them what your trouble is where as The Pirate it is between me and the clients I don’t ask question, I just do what they ask me to do and collect the money once it is over. But there is no guaranties that the contract would go well a lot of the time the client is will double cross me and I have to take it in to my own hand to shake the money out of them. I am on the darker side and have much more freedom then the Agency, I am the black sheep of the private contractor.

I cross the street and began to realize there is no car at all among the huge big road; it is so silences that it is very peaceful and beautiful watching the few stars that are shining through the sky. Usually on a road this big, there would have been cars, bus, and all sort of thing driving on the road; traffic jam with everyone in a rush to get somewhere. I took a moment to enjoy the silence atmosphere enjoying the now quite night only I will know what is happening out here while everyone else is sound sleep in their warm house and snuggle deep in their own warm bed.

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I walk around still trying to find the roads name, and I hope to all the grate witches that I would know the name of this road or if I am really lucky maybe recognize the place, so I can finally find my way back home. I saw a big sign with writing on it, I quickly hobble toward it I pray for the grate witches to watch over me and show me the way praying that there is a name on the thing. The closer I got the more distinct the black writing started to pop out, excitement boiled all over me as I got closer to the board, hooray I am going to make it. I breathe deeply, out of breath as I reach the board seeing as how I was walking up the hill in a broken hip and a properly now swollen butt.

Vandalize graffiti’s was everywhere on the board covering every part of the writing making it impossible for me even to made out what letter is what. Dam kids and their need for expression, one of the graffiti’s wrote for a good time call Jen, she will show you excitement like no other. Is this a way of advertising, seeing as a lot of people do walk pass here and the graffiti is a free advertisement for any Hoar to advertise. Oh you should write your number on there, come on live a little let’s go crazy, we might meet some interesting guys or even better take down Jen number you never know when you might need a good time. Really Hindrance, knowing our luck we are just going to end up getting calls from a serial murder betters not be stupid and be safe instead. Yeah, I agreed with you there oh well a girl could try.

Grate what am I going to do now I can’t even find out the street name and that is the simplest task of the whole plan. I am going to die out here without anyone knowing where I am, this is going to be my life from now on oh my god I am going hysterical right now. Hindrance this is the right moment where you should really jump in and help. Ah, right umm, Snap out of it don’t be so dramatic, when it’s morning you can ask someone for some help, see it’s very simple. The worst case scenario is, us getting eaten up by monster, get even more lost in the forest, getting attack by lion, while animal or getting attack by the nightly Being that come out to hunt at night. That is not called helping; you’re just making everything worse then it is.

‘Brelina just breathe don’t think about it just relax, you are going to be okay.’ I whisper to myself under my breath. Now let think’s of away to get out of this, check what do you have in your hidden pocket maybe you have you’re other portal shell magic container in your jacket somewhere that you don’t know. Talking to myself in a third person does not make me mad, right. Well let’s hope it not the beginning of the sign of madness. I rummage around my now torn jacket and check all of the secrete compartment that I have design for myself. Nothing, nothing at all. Okay maybe I can try and find a taxi to take me to the nearest portal magic. How about telling the taxi to take you home. Oh right yeah dur I have been so use to just using portal magic that I forget that there is other means to travel.

Hell this money is going down the drain for traveling expenses I was saving so carefully for food and for emergency. Okay I will call this an emergency not a life or death situation but still an emergency. Right are you really going to use our last of the money. We don’t even know when our next job going to come up. What do you suppose I should do, it’s not like we know where we are. I pause drifting off seeing something far in the distance, oh my grate goddess did I just see a bridge and river. There’s the river I can follow it back home, I jump up and down in excitement, oh man okay that is the plan, I am going to go with that.

I am going to safe the money and keep it for another day. Oh yeah go me, I stagger back down the street trying to get to the bridge; making my way through a small narrow street way that cut through the main road. I walk in to the dark stone orange brick layer of building and leaning my balances along the wall. The street was dark with only an little lam light shining and working very hard to try and lied up the whole walk way. It flicker and blink very often like the power course through it is to strong for it to handle, like it needed to take a breather every now and them. Poor thing I could see a creature trying to weave the light trying to take it in to it’s body and combining it’s self with the electric. The magical creature is so small I nearly miss it, it is as big as my thump and that is not very big at all. It has a head of a horse and a body of a seahorse with wings of dragon fly. I called it Snoff, seeing as it a half horse and half seahorse Snoff really rhyme with horse that’s my logic. Every time it stop and take a breather the light begin to flicker and shimmer; poor little guy. I stood there watching for a while until it started to notice I could see it and begin to run and hide behind the other side of the light bub.

‘Do your best little guy.’ I told it while walking on.

I keep on walking making my way to the other side of the light, but came to an abrupt halt as voices was coming from a turning of the street that split to nowhere but behind a restaurant where they go out to dump their trash.

‘You should have watch your self. Know your place little man.’

I peep over around the corner from where I was standing and try to see what is happening. There were four well build muscle of a guy huddling over a boy. It look like he crossing the lined of going in to his twenties. One of the muscle guys had his food on top of the boy chase as he lay there on the floor coughing for air. I can tell that the boy is well build for his size and good amount of muscle but that is nothing compare to the man surrounding him. They look like a well build bodybuilder that is properly their job to train their body to double the actual size of their body.

‘Now you must pay the price of trying to mess with my properties.’ He nodded his head and the other bodybuilder grab hold of the boy legs and arms. I almost laugh at how ridiculous the muscle builder look as they all had their hair crop short very close to their head, wearing the same kind of tank top shirt with a lapper print. The shirt itself is slowly disappearing in to that massive of muscle. They tuck in the tank top in to a gray combat pans that can only be found by the Army man of the Celestial, with their high angle combat boot. These guys look like they are in the Snatcher unit, they are usually deploy to round the people up whom is not where they are supposes to be and bring them in, these men look like they mean business. I when back to my side of the corner and turn around, this have nothing to do with me. I am trying to lay low from those kind of guy, I don’t want to get in trouble with or even let them see my face. Let not disturb there fun, I need to get back to my house and heal my wounded body and pride and stay well out of anyone ways.

I stiffly walk away from the sound of the talking man and continue on to my original plan and not look back. As I finally reach the big road the sound of screaming reaches my ears and over the silence night. The scream die slowly and the next wave of scream was even louder then before as the boy scream murder with pain and terror, I keep on walking ignoring the screaming, pretending not hear anything. This is not my fight I have nothing to do with this, it there business I don’t even know any thing. I keep chanting in my head.

My body stop and the indecisive me pull me in two direction, one was wanting to go home and the other is feeling the unjust of four mad muscle man trying to torture a boy whom doesn’t even compared to one size of those man. Trying to justify not helping him because I didn’t want to be discover was not good enough. He will be kill, it is not my problem. Off all the witches in hell why did I chooses this dam small street to walk in, there were so many other small street that I could have choose but no I have to go and choose the one that have torture and murder in it.

Griping my fist tight I turn around and run as fast as I could ignoring the pain disregarding all of the jab of ach shooting across my body. As I reach the corner again the scream became more frequent but more smaller as the boy run out of emery and trying hard not to give the muscle man the satisfaction of showing pain on his face or in his scream. I could say this, the boy definitely have some gusts and courage as he look defiantly at the man who is now holding a clear rod of wind spear on top of the boy cheese. Every time the man place the spear on his chase the boy started to convulse and shake out of control but he bite his lips hard until it was gusting out blood.

The wind spear is a strong magical object every time it touches a skin it is tearing the muscle from the inside and throwing it in to chaos. Ripping the muscle in to pieces and not in a fun way, this wind spear is only use for torturing device and it is ban for the use as a weapon because it dangerousness. The people that have a license to carried it are allow to be able to do so, that is very few, far and wide I heard that on this island only three people have the license to be carrying such a dangers object. I don’t think these men are one of them; they look like a Snatcher just freshly come out of the water. But how is it that they mange to get there hands on such an object, somebody have been stealing and selling the toy in the black market.

‘You will never going to touch what is my again.’

‘Kid’s just tell the boss you’re sorry.’ One of the guy spoke out the boy. The boy looks defiantly at the man.

‘Come on kid, even I start to feel sorry for you, just say you never going to touch anything of the boss again, maybe then he might spear you, allow to keep your leg.’

The kid laugh and spat at the guy who is standing on his chess whom is apparently is the boss. The boss bodybuilder when crazy he pull out this dagger at the same time stab the boy with the spear and using the dagger digging deep in to his leg and twists hard. The boy scream out in pain as tears ran down his cheek but his eyes still show his stubbornness.

‘Hey!’ I shout out as I can no longer able to just stand there and watch the four builder guys look up and cock there head not knowing where the sound was coming from as I was standing in the shadows using the darkness as my coverage.

‘Look like you guy’s are having a lot of fun.’ I step out of the shadow and showing myself to them. The builder guys grin at me, he look me up and down like he wanted to tear my clothes in to pieces punishing it for being in the way of his eyes to get to my body. I almost cringes from the stare, feeling violated but I stood my ground trying not to use my hands to cover myself as they all stare at me like am a piece of candy bar.

The boy’s eyes widen in panic as he sees me from the shadow, his eyes when back and fourth from the other side of the street, trying to tell me to get away and not be involve in this. Well boy he is one of a kind, what kind of a boy still try to get me to run while he is being tortured to death. I couldn’t help but to really admired the kid.

‘You should really be ashamed of yourself, four grown man playing with one little boy.’

‘Are you volunteering to take his place?’ The boss builders ask. ‘We will love to tares that sweet body of yours.’ He licks his lip using his big thick tongue.

Ewe, that is going to take me days to wash that image out of my head am going to make you pay for defiling my innocent mind and pacing such an unpleasant memories in to my brain.

‘You can try, but I don’t think you small cock can go pass your ginormous ego.’ I smirk back mockingly.

‘Bitch that is going to be the last word you’re going to ever say.’

He nod to one of his goon that is standing agencies the dumpster to rush me, the guy run toward me like a bull charging for the red flag. I step side ways nearly losing my balances this is what happen when you drink too much. Even thought the alcohol is numbing the pain of my body but it also freezing my brain and calculation. I can feel a few of my brain cell dying slowly, stop being distracted by your thought of brain cell Hindrances voice out. Concentrate on the guy who is rushing at you and about to kill you. I jump up and did a cartwheel in the air landed on the floor crouching, spreading my arm out with two-dagger fit perfectly in my palm. I would have pull out my sword Gerlyoth but the stupide me happen to forgotten it at the nightclub, I realize this as I was reaching for me in mid air and there was nothing there for me to grab but an imaginary air. So now I just had to be content with my two trusty dangers.

Groon and Gloon they have been with me for a long time and know my every move, as the guy rush for me I slash his angle using his own forces as his enemy. He when down like an elephant the bigger they are the louder they fall, as he fall I use my elbow to hit every major point in his body traumatizing his frame making it unable to move. He lay there like a sleeping baby not moving. I nudge him a few times and all I got was a soft snoring sound.

‘Well what now?’ I question the boss and shrug, seat on the guy lying on the floor crossing my leg. ‘Sorry about that, didn’t mean to bring him down so quickly.’ I place my arm on my cheek tilted my head to look at the boss builder and twirl my two dagger now in my right hand in boredom.

‘You will pay for that.’ Is that all he can say, you will pay for that. He sounds like a stuck recode playing over and over the same lyrics.

I shrug ‘give me you’re all.’ The three of them rush me all at ones, the boss builder and his goons surrounded me I stood up in a fighting stands. The boss builder lunch and stab the wind spear straight at me, I move and it was a lucky moves as the wind spear rush past only an inch away from my cheek. Oh all the grate witches I was nearly down for, while doing that I didn’t realize the other guy grab me by the risk making me drop Groon. I kick out upward and connected with his chine making his head loll back but he didn’t let go instead titan his grip pulling me and throw me across the air making me hit the metal steel dumpster, with a loud clang. I try to get up on my feet as the pain shoot up my arms and eyes trying to adjust from not seeing starts. I reach up grabbing the each of the metal and pulling myself up.

‘Well Mr Dumpster we meet again. Have you been following me around.’

The three bodybuilder all look at me like I have gone crazy and need to be check up in head even thought I had a pretty face but the head is not so good. I turn around finally manage to get my balance back; okay my body is going in to shock right now. I don’t have any more time to play if I don’t finish this up soon me and the boy is going end up in the new paper being found dead in a small street corner where I have no idea where I am. That is most frustrating thing ever, I spat out blood feeling for the cut in my cheek. I rush forward with my one danger jump and grab hold of one of the guy seating on his shoulder, he struggle trying to reach for me as I struggle and fought his hand on my leg. I pull out the long needles and stab it down his neck making his fall to his knees, eyes glazing over and like his other partner when to sleep.

Only two left my eyes starting to see double and clouded, I shock my head jump for the other builder he block and grab hold of my neck chocking me. I could feel my consciousness slipping in, I took the chances to make the guy think that he got me and cut risk deep. He drop me and I when for his leg, round house him on his left side and he when down like a tree. I took a deep breath trying to take my breath, on man I am out of shape, no more like out of energy, out of time for pain tolerances and out of alcohol in your system. Well three on the floor I didn’t see the feet swooping down kicking me in the rib and this time I hit Mr Dumpster hard. Coughing, the kick came a few more times, and the dreaded wind spear came down hard. It touch my stomach the feel of a knife slicing through my muscle one by one, like someone is giving a surgery without putting me to sleep. I could hear someone screaming louds, it was so distracting I couldn’t think straight. The screaming stop as the wind spear disconnected and I realize it was me whom is screaming in agony, I swear I fated and came back because the pain was to much and now about to losing my perception and air once more.

A hand rap around my neck pulling me up against the wall, something wet and disgusting was licking my now sock bloody face as the blood was oozing out of a cut from my forehead. I try opening my eyes and the boss builder face is close to my and he was now using his thong licking my neck. I couldn’t see straight and gapping for air and slowly losing my eyes site. I struggle and kick out scratching and clawing his face for an advantage; he bang me against the metal wall a few time my head loll to the side, it feels like it going to fall of. I hear a zipper going down and I knew if I don’t do something now I will be rape in this small ally street, I feel around and something hard strong and round rustle, I rap my arm around the bag that seem to be contain glass in in and with all of my might swing it dowered.

The scream hit my ears and I kick out, the hand loosen it gimp but not enough. He swung me from side to side I kick out to his abdominal and he let go I drop to the floor crouching in suffering.

‘My eyes, my eyes. This is not over.’ I hear the Boss Builder scream and a sound of foot steep walking out of the street. It took me a while to come back to normal with blood covering my body, I look at the boy whom is now looking up at me with aw in his eyes and my face was the last thing he saw as he pass out. I when to get two trash bin from the garbage bin having a whole plan for something amazing for later. This is going to be my ravage.