After getting rid of the man's weapon and turning around, she finally managed to get a good look at him. He was a beefier kind of man with a noticeable balance of fat and muscle, almost half a foot taller than her, clean bald and a mean face.

'Wouldn't have been so bad if he wasn't a fucking psycho. He's not that bad looking.'

That thought was the only second she had. A fist immediately came flying towards her but she threw her upper body fully backwards, dodging and at the same time throwing a kick which which was aimed right at his stomach. He quickly turned and blocked, taking the brunt of it on the arm, stunning him but not causing as much damage. Next up was a barrage of punches from the man which were barely dodged or parried be her. Finding her opening she threw her own share of punches and kicks. Her hits might've been weaker but were far quicker and better aimed. Soon the man drew a knife from his back pocket and started swinging. A few cuts were made before she managed to put his hand in a lock and with a bit of struggle throw the knife to the ground.

Like this they continued for a few minutes until they were both at the brink of collapse. Trying to end it she threw a decisive kick at the man, pushing him a good bit back and on the ground. She ran to finally knock him out with a well placed stomp to the head. Finally this struggle would be over.

*BANG*

In the middle of her adrenaline and desperation to make use of her chance she failed to notice that the man fell near where the gun had landed.

*stagger*

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*thud*

"huff huff"

"You tough bitch! What the hell are you, some kind of demon?!"

"..."

She just stared blankly at him, too lost between the adrenaline, the uncomfortable warmth left by the bullet hole in her stomach and her thoughts.

"hehe... hehehe... hehehehahaHAHAHAHA"

"I sure as hell earned this one! I don't care if you're already a corpse before I'm done, I'm already never ganna get those fucking dead looking eyes out of my head for the rest of my life. I might as well get everything else while I'm at it."

The man leaned down to do whatever unspeakable acts he wanted to do to her but stopped when he witnessed a bone chilling sight. The exhausted, beaten, cut, and even shot small woman, rather than crying or screaming or simply having a scared expression, was smiling. She was smiling like a witch or a demon who had just finished cursing away someone's life.

*Whoosh*

Like a rabid animal, she pounced the man and ripped a chunk of his neck off with her teeth. He barely had a second to react before he was on the ground writhing in pain and attempting to stop the bleeding.

She grabbed the knife and with just about everything that her soul could muster she rammed it into his chest, to the point that she pierced his heart and her hand had gone into him.

*thud*

*pant pant*

She laid down next to the corpse.

She looked up at the sky, her life flashing before her for what seemed like the hundredth time that day. Despite the pain and knowledge of her impending death, she couldn't help but keep that unnerving smile on her face.

'If I had a second chance, I'd make sure to live how I wanted. Regardless of anyone or anything. If some strong-ass dude tried to stop me, I'll be stronger. If some rich dude tried to buy me out I'd-... ok, depends on the money, but I'd tell him to shove it and make my own fortune. Hell, I'd become god if I had to. Anything as long as I lived how I wanted to.'

She tried to chuckle but simply let out small wheezes instead.

'Dam, I don't even have enough energy to laugh at myself...

Oh well, at least I'll finally get some good sleep.'

As she thought that, the light in her eyes had finished fading.

But the one in her soul had just gotten lit.