Chapter 1 A very rude awakening
March the 25th 2025.
Time 10:33 p.m.
A scrappy mutt trotted toward the hydrant outside my crumbling duplex, sniffing around to claim its territory. It lifted its leg, but before it could finish, the sharp crack of gunfire erupted from inside.
With a startled yelp, the dog bolted, leaving a zigzag trail of piss on the cracked sidewalk.
"Damn it, Hazel!" I shouted, "I told you to stop firing guns in my room!"
"What? You'd rather I use knives, then?" she teased, in her usual light and airy, voice.
Hazel didn't flinch. Sitting cross-legged on my bed, her lips curled into a mischievous grin. Her fingers toyed with the trigger like it was a game controller.
She's holding a Raven .25.
Its capacity is about six bullets, but it looks like she has an extended clip-probably adds 10 to 12 more rounds to it.
No laser sight, and not much for modifications, excluding the grip.
Judging by how old the gun looks and the fact that it's a terrible pistol, it's most likely going to jam after a couple of shots.
Not that it matters much. I won't let it get to that point.
My hand shot toward the knitting needle on the table.
Hazel let out a shot that almost hit my reaching hand. In response, I quickly turned around and pulled the rug from under her, making her lose balance and, at the same time, causing her to miss her other two shots.
I look back at the needle It's thread dangling In the early morning sun, I grabbed it and hurled it at hazel hand.
The needle pierced through, hooking her trigger finger and yanking it off the trigger.
"Can we just call it for today?" I said, my voice as sharp as the needle.
"You're so annoying."
her grin didn't waver. "Aww, and you're being boring. See? Those two go hand in hand-a match made in hell."
My confusion over her twisted logic was written all over my face.
"What?"
"Spin kick!" she barked-then twisted into the motion without warning.
Hazel's movements were fluid and brutal, and she rewarded me with spinning high kicks that sliced toward my ribs. The impact exploded through my side.
Gritting my teeth, I grabbed her wrist, twisting it until the satisfying clink of her weapon hitting the floor rang out.
Before she could recover, I grabbed her arm, spun her around, and hurled her into my closet. The wood cracked under her weight, sending splinters flying into the air.
"Great," I muttered, glaring at the damage. "Another piece of furniture ruined."
Hazel staggered to her feet, brushing dust from her skirt like she hadn't just been hurled across the room. guns are for pussies anyway From beneath the folds of her pleated skirt, she produced a Thigh Sheath
And grabbed a gleaming combat knife, from it the blade catching the dim light filtering through the blinds.
"Knives it is!!"
"Wait a second," I said, narrowing my eyes. "Is that the knife I gave you for your birthday?"
She tilted her head, twirling the blade effortlessly. "Yep. I named her Red. As you can see, it is as 'beautiful' as-when you first gave it to me."
"Red? Wow. Are you color-blind or just dumb? 'Cause the knife is silver."
"Oh, don't worry. I'll show you why she got her name."
"Is that so?"
I threw the blankets off the bed, clearing my vision just in time to see a flurry of knives pierced through the fabric.
Before the blankets could fully fall, we both saw each other. Luckily the gun wasn't far so I fired a shot, the bullet grazing her thigh.
"Pussy"her voice laced with mockery.
An angry voice pierced through the thin walls of the duplex.
里面他妈的安静点,不然我揍你
Translation("Keep it the fuck down in there, or I'm going to beat your ass!")
I steady my breath. "Oh, I'm sorry, Ma. We keep it down,"
Hazel followed up with
"是的,抱歉,但都是Selene的错,呵呵."
Translation (Yes sorry but It's all Selene fault haha)
*Caretaker:*闭嘴,Hazel,我知道也有你的错.
Translation(oh "Shut up Hazel, I know it's your fault too")
Hazel's Bhahahahahahaha . Oooooo You got in trouble.
"Oh, shut up," I snapped back.
"You're 18 now-a grown-ass woman-saying shit like that. Whatever.
"现在,让我们结束这一切."
Translation (now let's end this)
Hazel responded with
"就让我们如此吧!"
(As we shall)
I grabbed the letter opener beside my bed and flicked it sideways, hurling it like a knife.
Hazel snatched a splintered slab of closet door from the floor and deflected the blade inches from her face.
She tossed her knife into the ceiling, the blade barely piercing it, and in a blur we exchanged blows in hand-to-hand combat.
Hazel threw a quick jab at my chin. I grabbed her arm, kicked her injured thigh to stun her, and planned to flip her over my shoulder.
But as I did, she twisted midair, landing on her feet like a cat, recovering with a sweep kick which I jumped but she twisted her body and turned it into a spin kick which I had to use both of my arms to block but the impact staggered me.
A brief pause happened between us as we both caught our breath.
"You're a monkey, the way you can move.
"Damn, Frieza. Are you really going to drop the monkey bomb on me.
"I have to say, Selene! It's been two years since you left the facility. Are you allergic to getting rusty, hmm?" she teased breathlessly.
"I don't know, but from what I've seen so far, you're allergic to getting strong!" I snapped back,
We sent a flurry of attacks at each other,
Hazel throws a jab hook and a rear hook but I covered up my high guard blocking all of her strikes she picks up on it and goes for a head kick but faints into an uppercut crushing my defenses
"Then she Teep-kicked me, pushing me away, to grab the sticky hand toy from my desk, flung it at the knife in the ceiling, stuck it on the blade, and then pull the knife down."
I tried to intercept her, but she vaulted over me, using my body to execute a wall flip and kicking the knife so that the blade was aimed in my direction."
As it fell Hazel did a front flip, using her heel to kick the shaft of the blade pushing it towards me in midair. I dodged, but it grazed my cheek, drawing a thin line of blood.
"She used the sticky hand to yank the knife that had pierced my bed behind me. But when she went to strike, I blocked it with a pillow from my bed. I folded the pillow slightly, pushing it deeper into the knife so it would be difficult for her to pull out.
Then I kneed her arm, loosening her grip, and threw the pillow away with the knife still lodged in it."
I jabbing her throat with enough force to make her gag. Hazel staggered, clutching her neck.
I closed the distance seizing the moment, I charged into her center line.
Hazel desperately threw a sidekick, but I jumped, turning my body at an angle to knee her in the face.
Before she could fall, I grabbed her wrist and arm with both hands, rolling back and planting my foot on her abdomen and rolled back so she fell with me, forcing her to flip over.
The impact of her body colliding with my desk sent a tremor through the room, the wood protesting under the sudden strain.
Still not giving up, she staggered to her feet, using the sticky toy to grab for the gun. With a sharp tug, she pulled it into her hand and tried to fire, but the gun jammed. I closed in on her.
With a swift motion, I launched a push kick, knocking the gun out of her hands. The weapon clattered to the floor, and I followed up with a hammer kick, aiming for her midsection.
She giggled, her laughter sharp and wild, and rolled out of the way, narrowly avoiding the strike.
Before she could spring back up for a counterattack, I swept her legs out from under her with a low kick.
The sound of her body hitting the floor was a dull thud as I flipped her onto her stomach and pinned her to the ground. My knee pressed firmly into her back, my hands locking her wrists.
"Huff... Are we done here?" I asked, my voice low and strained from the exertion.
"Yeah," she replied with a breathless laugh. "I think we should call it a day."
"Finally..." I muttered
Just as I began to let my guard down, she punched the already wobbly leg of the chair from my now-destroyed desk.
The splintered wood cracked loudly, and the chair collapsed, sending debris scattering across the room.
Among the falling mess, a box cutter landed close to us. Hazel's eyes gleamed as she snatched it up in one fluid motion.
Without hesitation, she swung it toward my face.
I grabbed a water bottle from the remains of the desk. Using it to block
The blade struck the bottle, its sharp edge cutting into the plastic the water helped killed the momentum.
Water sprayed everywhere, splashing onto both of us.
The cold droplets hit my face and soaked Hazel's hair and clothes, making her pause for a moment. Her eyes, now wide with surprise, met mine.
Her grin was as mischievous as ever, despite her drenched appearance.
"You really tried it, didn't you?" I muttered, shaking my head in disbelief, the corner of my mouth twitching upward in a faint smirk. Hazel just chuckled, water dripping down her face, her expression a mix of defiance and childlike amusement.
"Alright, alright!" Hazel gasped, laughing even as she struggled beneath me.
"You win!"
"So how would you score me, teach?" she gasped.
"6.8 out of 10," I replied, trying to keep a straight face.
"Damn, that's harsh!" she protested, her mock indignation making me chuckle.
She went on to say don't you think your standards are a bit too high?
"Hazel, I could've killed you four different times in this exchange. That's a significant improvement overall from last time which was 15, but you still focus too much on flashy moves
I
t's too choreographed and easy to read.
"With that being said, you're pretty unpredictable-but that only works in quick fights, the kind where you can catch someone off guard. I've known you for years, so nothing you do can surprise me anymore."
Not to mention your sneak attack in the beginning was terrible; you kept screaming my name while I was asleep. You let me get too close when you had the gun, and you weren't that difficult to disarm. You fight like you're in a manga or comic."
,,"Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she replied, "Wow! Anything else, teach?"
"No, you're as useless as always,"
Hazel
HAHA Do the world a favor and "kill yourself in front of me."
Selene
"And give you the satisfaction of being the last one to see me alive as if."
End of the chapter