[WP] You pull the rusty knife out of your chest and watch you skin pull itself back together, “Hey not bad,” you say, “the last guy trying to win the bounty didn’t make it through the front door.” [Link to post.]
Paz stood at the sink washing her dish when a sudden loud crash startled her. She whirled around to find the door on the ground and two people standing in the doorway staring at her. A young woman older than Paz herself along with an even older, but short man. The man’s blue mohawk gave him some extra height, but he still appeared shorter than the woman next to him. He wore several gold chains around his neck and the gaudiest white and gold suit Paz ever saw in her young life. His white snakeskin boots only added to the tackiness. The woman wore a purple and gold hoodie, with the hood pulled down behind her head. Her short spiked hair glowed with bright blue light. Her hands were covered with black and gold gloves. Without a word the young woman’s hands moved in a golden blur, then Paz felt pressure on her chest. She looked down to see a purple, metallic knife handle sticking out of her chest. Paz pulled the knife out, and the two strangers watched through the hole in her shirt as her skin pulled itself together to seal the wound. She tossed the knife over her shoulder and it made several hollow clangs as it bounced around in the sink.
“Hey not bad. The last guy trying to get the bounty didn’t even make it through the door.” Paz smirked, and her dark brown eyes sparkled in the dim light of the kitchen. Paz clenched her fists and charged at the blue haired woman. She let her first swing miss the woman’s smiling face. Paz knew the strangers would underestimate her because of her age. Despite being only 14 Paz was a supernaturally gifted fighter.
The woman gripped Paz’s extended arm by the wrist and crouched. She turned in place to face out the door and yanked Paz onto her back. Then, she extended her legs heaving Paz over her shoulder to launch her out through the doorway. Outside the setting sun lit up the sky with orange and purple clouds.
Paz landed on her back in her front yard and admired the colorful sky for a second. The grass did little to soften her landing, but she felt no pain. She rolled to her right and jumped to her feet, ready for more.
“Okay,” the woman said. Her smile grew broader and her hair glowed brighter. She unzipped the purple and gold hoodie to take it off, then tossed it to her short friend. The woman wore a purple t-shirt with a golden sun on it. After that she pulled her gloves off and tossed them on top of the hoodie. What Paz thought were gold and black gloves was a pair of black fingerless gloves. Now that her arms were exposed Paz saw that the stranger’s pale arms became gold at the elbow. Her forearms and hands appeared to be made of solid gold metal. She moved toward Paz and raised her hands to a fighting stance when she stood in range. They sparkled in the fading sunlight.
Paz saw the stranger’s weight begin to shift, and she managed to brace herself in time. The woman twisted her hips and landed a powerful kick on Paz’s right side. Paz blocked, but the force of the kick sent her flying again. This time she landed on her left side in the driveway. Paz’s arm left several layers of skin and a streak of red on the concrete. She jumped up again ready to fight. The strangers watched her arm heal itself. The young girl realized she underestimated the woman and decided to stop taking it easy on her.
Paz charged at the stranger again, faster than before. She punched empty air four times as the woman dodged every single attack Paz made. After the fourth punch missed Paz grabbed a handful of blue spikes on the woman’s head as she pulled her hand back. This surprised the woman, Paz saw her purple eyes widen. Paz pulled the woman’s head down hard, and lifted her knee in the same motion. Paz could not feel pain, but she felt the pressure of the woman’s skull against her knee.
“owww.” The woman grumbled. She yanked her head upward, free of Paz’s grip, but the young girl expected this. While the stranger moved backward Paz ran around behind her and wrapped her arms around the woman’s waist. She used the stranger’s momentum against her and hefted upward. Paz arched her back and pulled with all her might to smash the woman’s head into the driveway with a suplex. Paz released her and rolled away to jump to her feet again, ready to take on the short man.
“OWWwwwwwwah!” The woman yelled. The voice startled Paz, she assumed the woman was knocked out, or possibly dead. The young girl turned her attention back toward the woman and saw her standing up rubbing the back of her head. The blue glow disappeared completely leaving only dark black spikes. Her guard completely lowered. Instead of looking at Paz she glared at her partner.
“VEGAS! NO FAIR!” The woman yelled while stomping toward the blue mohawk. Paz looked to the man to see him put his hands up in a shrug.
“Wasn’t me, Jen. Kid’s good,” he said. “You’re the one foolin’ around.” The woman stopped in her tracks and turned to face Paz again.
“Really?” She asked softly. Behind her Vegas nodded.
“Yep,” he said. Jenny’s bright smile appeared again.
“Awesome.” Jenny grabbed her hoodie from Vegas and slipped it on. “Okay, Paz. Let’s chat.” She waved the young girl over, but Paz did not lower her guard.
“Relax, we’re not here to hurt you,” Jenny said. Paz gave a loud scoff.
” ‘Tcha. Says the woman that introduced herself with a knife to my chest.” Paz did not move. Jenny giggled.
“Well? Did it hurt?” She asked.
“Uh, no. But you didn’t know that,” Paz retorted. Jenny nodded.
“Sure I did, that’s why we’re here. You’re special.” She walked forward while putting her gloves back on. She reached Paz and stuck out her hand in greeting.
“Hi, I’m Jenny.” Paz finally lowered her guard and shook the woman’s hand with a confused look on her face.
“You mean you’re not here for the bounty?” Jenny turned to look at Vegas. He shrugged, then she turned back to Paz.
“What bounty?” Jenny asked.