Word Count → 000 :: was wondering about a possible next thread after this, one where amy tracks down Mars and beats him for revenge over Hurricane...
Pain struck her chest, and Amy coughed to life. From the feel it wasn't the first time he'd hit her. A couple more blows growled, soliciting a growl from the weakened dog. She was not going to go down like this, weak and feeble. She was stronger than this. At least she had thought so. Shakily she pushed herself up with her hands, only to be struck at again, forcing her down to the ground. Amy rolled across, chased and kicked as she attempted to get up, to be able to fight. At last her body simply gave out, no longer responding to her commands to stand, to do something to hurt this vicious creature standing over her.
Grabbed by the hair Amy yelped. Forced to face her captor Amy bared her teeth, snarling. The features were memorized. If she survived this Amy would get stronger, and the next time they met, for there would be a next time, Amy would return double the pain he had given to her. Failing at dying brought a sneer to her face. I'd say you failed in killing. The one at fault was him, if things didn't go the way he wished. That was how she survived, how she learned. If something didn't go the way one wished it was their own fault for not being strong enough. Amy had always been at the top where she came from. Now she had to come down from that illusion, and work her way up. She would. Amy was a top dog, always would be. Amy would reclaim her spot as quick as possible. Her voice was hoarse and weak, but it was still there, defiant where she should have been meek and frightened.
Thrown to the ground Amy collapsed down, wishing that she had been more prepared. That she had bothered to learn how to fight, instead of simply relying on her assassin skills to help her survive. It was foolish, her defiance, but Amy wasn't one to break and submit, even if it killed her. It looked like this time it probably would. Kicked again Amy curled inwards, biting back a groan of pain. She refused to give him that satisfaction. Her eyes were dim slits, unable to focus. Time moved on in her agony before the sounds of her tormentor faded, chased away. Sighing Amy fell into a restless sleep.
Hadley had been rather worried when he saw a male run out, looking rather frightened. He was unsure of what had happened, and didn't come in. When Amy didn't emerge after a couple hours the slave finally gathered his courage to look in. The sight was stunning. The bedraggled dog stood tall, still held proud. Bruises marred her flesh, limp and shaky in her movements. Clothes were clutched in one hand, but she still had the poise of a queen. Glancing to Hadley she threw him her clothes. Reaching the wagon she crawled inside, grabbing paper. He'll pay. Roughly she sketched out his appearance, the word MARS appearing boldly along the top. He will not get away with this. Defiantly Amy glared out, declaring her intention to fight to the last to the world.
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