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    Various colorful lights exploded before my eyes. I opened my mouth in a silent scream, but no sound came out, only a strained breath as all the air escaped my lungs. Then came the pain. It was as if someone was pushing thousands of tiny needles into my body all at once, even into the tips of my fingers and toes. I couldn’t move nor breathe nor even think straight. Everything was a wash. I felt the raindrops patter against my skin and heard their impacts against the wet cobblestone. And footsteps. Heavy footsteps.

    A dark silhouette appeared looming over me. My heart was racing like it wanted to run away. But I couldn’t. My limbs were too heavy, I was barely able to move my fingers. Zukova’s hand shot down and grabbed my ponytail. I was pulled to my feet unceremoniously until I stood on shaky legs, facing this monster of a woman. Mustering all my strength, I threw a punch at her ribs, which she seemed to just shrug off. Slowly, she shook her head, then pulled back her fist and slammed it into my stomach.
    Being held up by my hair, I could only brace for impact. But that didn’t help at all. A wave of pain radiated out from the spot she hit as her punch effortlessly penetrated so deep into my belly that I thought she stamped a hole in me. I folded over her arm, a whimper escaping my lips.
    As soon as she let go of me, I fell forward, right into her arms. Just as the pain ebbed down to a dull aching in my midsection, she lifted me up and squeezed. At first, it was a pressure against my ribcage, uncomfortable but manageable. But as it increased steadily, I found myself having trouble breathing. My feet left the ground as Zukova’s face, contorted in a grimace of anger and sadism, came closer. Her warm breath blew against my face. The mix of perfumes and sweat nearly made me vomit. None of it could even compare to the feeling of getting crushed though.

    My eyes watered and my heartbeat quickened as I fought for every gasp of air. Panic set in. In an act of desperation, I started kicking, hoping I would hit her. It must have worked, because suddenly, she released me. I dropped on all fours, inhaling loudly. As quickly as my blurry sight allowed, I started crawling. But I didn’t get very far, when Zukova grabbed my ankle and yanked me towards her. I’ve had enough. This bitch thought she could ragdoll me around like she pleased, but I would not let her have this satisfaction. With an angry yell, I turned on my back and using my free leg, I kicked her knee as hard as I could. Something gave in. A loud crunch followed up by a low growl that turned into a pained howl resounded through the alley. For the first time, Zukova showed she actually felt anything.
    She was scrambling to get back on her feet again, but I got to her first. My battle cry caused her to look up at me, her eyes widening in momentary shock. A split-second later, my knee smashed into her jaw. The hit was so powerful, it sent tingles up my leg into my hip. Zukova’s head was ripped backwards violently, and her whole body followed suit. With a loud thud, she landed on her back, arms and legs spread apart, chest heaving.
    I stood over her, panting, fists clenched. By now it was pouring from the skies and my clothes were drenched in water, which ran down my face, neck, stomach and legs. The cold wetness felt soothing after the physical toll the fight had taken. But the pain still lingered in my limbs and back. A small price to pay.

    “Get the fuck up.” I hissed through closed teeth, kicking her boot. “We’re not done yet.”
    Vagabond or not, I was not going to hit an opponent who was down. Seeing that she didn’t move, I walked around her to check if she was out. She looked unconscious, with her eyes closed, breast rising and falling rhythmically with deep breaths. So peaceful …
    Suddenly, her leg shot forward, making me trip. I fell forward and landed directly on top of her. Before I could get away, her hands latched onto my top.
    “That’s where we agree.” She spat out and headbutted me. “I’m just getting started.”

    A huge fist smashed into my cheek. I fell backwards, the taste of iron in my mouth. The entire side of my face went numb, about the only solace in this situation. At least there was no pain. However, I had no time to contemplate on it, as I was picked up by Zukova and thrown across the alley like a ragdoll. I crashed into a stack of wooden crates, some of which broke from the impact. The world spun around me, blood trickled from a cut on my forehead into my eyes. Every inch of my body was screaming in agony. Splinters and nails had ripped through my clothes and left bloody cuts and scratches on my skin. Every movement, no matter how small, was accompanied by waves of pain, as if I was electrocuted time and time again.
    And there she stood, right in front of me, a menacing silhouette towering over me.

Joanne is my OC
Zukova belongs to vrobx1
Vagabond is a joint venture by rtashkin5 , vrobx1 and Annakonder

Description

    Various colorful lights exploded before my eyes. I opened my mouth in a silent scream, but no sound came out, only a strained breath as all the air escaped my lungs. Then came the pain. It was as if someone was pushing thousands of tiny needles into my body all at once, even into the tips of my fingers and toes. I couldn’t move nor breathe nor even think straight. Everything was a wash. I felt the raindrops patter against my skin and heard their impacts against the wet cobblestone. And footsteps. Heavy footsteps.

    A dark silhouette appeared looming over me. My heart was racing like it wanted to run away. But I couldn’t. My limbs were too heavy, I was barely able to move my fingers. Zukova’s hand shot down and grabbed my ponytail. I was pulled to my feet unceremoniously until I stood on shaky legs, facing this monster of a woman. Mustering all my strength, I threw a punch at her ribs, which she seemed to just shrug off. Slowly, she shook her head, then pulled back her fist and slammed it into my stomach.
    Being held up by my hair, I could only brace for impact. But that didn’t help at all. A wave of pain radiated out from the spot she hit as her punch effortlessly penetrated so deep into my belly that I thought she stamped a hole in me. I folded over her arm, a whimper escaping my lips.
    As soon as she let go of me, I fell forward, right into her arms. Just as the pain ebbed down to a dull aching in my midsection, she lifted me up and squeezed. At first, it was a pressure against my ribcage, uncomfortable but manageable. But as it increased steadily, I found myself having trouble breathing. My feet left the ground as Zukova’s face, contorted in a grimace of anger and sadism, came closer. Her warm breath blew against my face. The mix of perfumes and sweat nearly made me vomit. None of it could even compare to the feeling of getting crushed though.

    My eyes watered and my heartbeat quickened as I fought for every gasp of air. Panic set in. In an act of desperation, I started kicking, hoping I would hit her. It must have worked, because suddenly, she released me. I dropped on all fours, inhaling loudly. As quickly as my blurry sight allowed, I started crawling. But I didn’t get very far, when Zukova grabbed my ankle and yanked me towards her. I’ve had enough. This bitch thought she could ragdoll me around like she pleased, but I would not let her have this satisfaction. With an angry yell, I turned on my back and using my free leg, I kicked her knee as hard as I could. Something gave in. A loud crunch followed up by a low growl that turned into a pained howl resounded through the alley. For the first time, Zukova showed she actually felt anything.
    She was scrambling to get back on her feet again, but I got to her first. My battle cry caused her to look up at me, her eyes widening in momentary shock. A split-second later, my knee smashed into her jaw. The hit was so powerful, it sent tingles up my leg into my hip. Zukova’s head was ripped backwards violently, and her whole body followed suit. With a loud thud, she landed on her back, arms and legs spread apart, chest heaving.
    I stood over her, panting, fists clenched. By now it was pouring from the skies and my clothes were drenched in water, which ran down my face, neck, stomach and legs. The cold wetness felt soothing after the physical toll the fight had taken. But the pain still lingered in my limbs and back. A small price to pay.

    “Get the fuck up.” I hissed through closed teeth, kicking her boot. “We’re not done yet.”
    Vagabond or not, I was not going to hit an opponent who was down. Seeing that she didn’t move, I walked around her to check if she was out. She looked unconscious, with her eyes closed, breast rising and falling rhythmically with deep breaths. So peaceful …
    Suddenly, her leg shot forward, making me trip. I fell forward and landed directly on top of her. Before I could get away, her hands latched onto my top.
    “That’s where we agree.” She spat out and headbutted me. “I’m just getting started.”

    A huge fist smashed into my cheek. I fell backwards, the taste of iron in my mouth. The entire side of my face went numb, about the only solace in this situation. At least there was no pain. However, I had no time to contemplate on it, as I was picked up by Zukova and thrown across the alley like a ragdoll. I crashed into a stack of wooden crates, some of which broke from the impact. The world spun around me, blood trickled from a cut on my forehead into my eyes. Every inch of my body was screaming in agony. Splinters and nails had ripped through my clothes and left bloody cuts and scratches on my skin. Every movement, no matter how small, was accompanied by waves of pain, as if I was electrocuted time and time again.
    And there she stood, right in front of me, a menacing silhouette towering over me.

Joanne is my OC
Zukova belongs to vrobx1
Vagabond is a joint venture by rtashkin5 , vrobx1 and Annakonder