The obscurity of the night is lit up by a strike of lightning, as the stillness of the abandoned scrapyard is interrupted by a crash of thunder. A small figure is standing in the middle of the yard, soaking wet with her feet slightly sinking into the mud. She wears a hood over her head, as if it hides her true intent of being there.
Suddenly, something breaks the serenity of her surroundings. The roaring of motorcycle engines.
She brings herself to open her eyes, as the scrapyard begins to light up. Before she knows it, she's surrounded by at least twenty men. The headlights of their bikes shine on her, but she doesn't blink. She stares blankly at one spot, waiting for someone to threaten her. She can hear them laughing as they circle her like hyenas preparing to strike their prey.
"You're the little bitch who murdered our bro in cold blood!"
She calmly turns her head to the voice, to see a man who's likely twice her size and visibly strong. Assuming that he uses his body to do the intimidating for him, she waits patiently to see if he's got anything better up his sleeve.
He stomps towards her, but she doesn't flinch or step back. "You slit his throat and left him to rot in an alleyway! You're gonna fuckin' pay for it!"
She gives him a remark with a voice devoid of emotion. "He got what was coming to him."
"You think you're some kinda hero!? Bullshit!" He spreads his arms open, as if gesturing to all the men surrounding her. "ANYONE WHO FUCKS WITH THE TOKYO MANJI GANG WILL SUFFER A GRUESOME DEA-"
Her eyes sear into the body that's now laying limp on the ground. The skull is crushed so severely that it looks like half is missing. Blood oozes out of his head, as some of it is splattered on her face. She lowers her arm, which is now bloody due to cracking his skull with her armoured forearm.
She looks around at the rest of the Tokyo Manji grunts, taking in all their horrified faces. However, she remains impassive.
The attention is now all on her, as she raises her head to face them all. Something inside of her awakens, possessing her body. All she can see is red as her body charges at the remaining grunts. Her legs carry her with tremendous strength and speed. Her fists fly like bullets, consistently making their marks. Blood spews with every violent hit, ultimately drenching her with the hot red liquid.
She can barely hear the anguished screaming and begging of mercy through the harsh rain and the intense beating of her heart in her ears. Neither does she bother to care. These criminals got what was coming to them. For all the lives they've taken without a thought of granting mercy, they deserve none in return.
In a short span of a couple minutes, she's now standing on top of a pile of lifeless bodies. She bears no wounds, and none of the blood soaking her is her own. The storm played a part by subduing the sounds of dying men and partially washing her clean of the blood.
She turns her face to the dark clouds, feeling the rain on her face. She lets herself relax into the tranquility she's created, the peace she restored for a time.
Today, she claims twenty new victims, which for her means twenty enemies down. She has answered injustice with justice, and got revenge for the lives they've skewed and taken. But her battle isn't over yet.
A warrior will keep fighting until all their enemies are dead.
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Fanfiction***MIKEY x OC FANIFIC*** Her childhood was hell on earth. Ten years of torture had twisted her in ways no one could ever imagine. That decade had haunted her for years after she returned to Japan. Twelve years after all that, she was forced to live...
