.:.A Little Stronger Everyday.:.

.:.A Little Stronger Everyday.:.
.:.Mid April.:.

How fucked up was she?

She would go back in her mind’s eye several times to that night where she was left for dead, trying to remember even though the doctor and Muri tried to convince her everyday that she should just move on.

How could she?

She was left for dead, in the middle of nowhere.

It had been a couple more weeks in the hospital, hours upon hours of rehabilitation and a few choice words to the doctor that was doing what he was supposed to be doing, she finally had enough. Nothing can be said for her determination.

It may have been her kicking the wheelchair down the hall, crashing into a cart that was carrying glass vials. Thankfully empty but still the crash was spectacular. When a few of the people that played security would try and stop her, the gashes she left with her nails on a few of them required stitches.

When they finally relented and left her alone, she took to the stairs with Muri following closely behind her. She didn’t care if her legs were still wobbly; she was going to make it to her own room.

The doctor watched from below before he realized he was not alone in viewing her pulling herself up one at a time, “Well, one thing is for sure, you have to admire that vigor.”

“What was the damage?”

“Nothing that can’t be replaced or repaired. A few of the crew is going to be steering clear of her now for sure.” he said turning around and looking at the man that’s known as V, “If anything I could do nothing else for her here. She needs something a lot more beyond my area of expertise.”

“Like a good therapist.” V said, looking up with a worried look in his eyes, “You think Muri will be ok with her?”

The doc just shrugs, “She seems to have taken a shine to your little sister, so I wouldn’t worry too much. In fact when she saw Muri standing there, she seemed to have calmed down and was determined to do this.”

“Too bad I couldn’t get that elevator fixed in time, huh?” the smile could be seen before we hear a ding and the elevator door opened with people standing there, “Hold that for a moment?”

The doctor just shakes his head, “Sometimes V, you are too evil for our own good.”

“When you need to motivate the one person that is a key to your plans, can you blame me?” V says with a shrug, “Tell the walking injured to suck it up and get back to work and I’ll check in later.”

Meanwhile, 3 flights up...

“Why don’t you stop for a moment?”

“Not until we get to the floor where my room is.” Angel growled out, her whole body was on fire but so was her temper, “How much further?”

“One more flight.” Muri said with a sigh, “I don’t know why you are doing this.”

“To make a point, that damn elevator has been out of service too damn long and I refused to be poked one more time by the hack down there.” she said with a grunt as she took 2 more stairs.

“He really is good at what he does!” Muri barked out.

Angel turns, noting that Muri had practically yelled at her, “Well, I felt confined and held against my will. He told me that if I didn’t push harder I was going to be in there for even longer and I’m not having it.”

Silence fills the stairwell for a moment and Angel just sighs.

“I’ll apologize to him later, after I master going down the stairs.”

“I did grab everything you had down there already, since I figured you were determined to do this.” Muri said quietly, “Hopefully we don’t have to have you carried down the stairs after this. This bag is heavy.”

“You’re complaining a lot today.” Angel said, grunting, pulling herself up a few more stairs, “What’s crawled up your ass and died?”

“Nothing,” Muri simply said. That caused Angel to stop again and look at her.

“For as long as I’ve been here, you have never been...well...like me.”

“I said it was NOTHING okay?” Muri said before pushing past her and speeding up her steps.

“HEY!” Angel screamed back. Seeing the young girl like this caught her off guard and it forced her to really pick up her pace to catch up, pain be damned, “Muri! Come on! You’ve heard me whine for weeks and when I finally let you have a chance to do the same...” Muri stops and lets Angel catch up to her, almost out of breath and gripping at her side, “Ow...”

Muri turns around as Angel grips at her side for a moment, “You okay?”

“I will be. Been a while since I’ve done a sprint like that.” Angel says finally relenting that she needs to rest, and sitting on the stairs. Muri joins her, “You gonna tell me?”

“Tell you what?”

“Why are you in such a pleasant mood? I am a lot of things, twisted, sick...a bit of a bitch, but I hate seeing you like that.”

Muri wraps herself up in a ball, looking smaller, if that was even possible, and sniffing like she was crying for a moment, “No one here gets what it’s like to be a teenage girl...that’s turning into a young woman....”

“Ah...” Angel says getting that, “Well tell ya what, I know what it’s like to grow up around a bunch of idiot men...and that whole other thing, I didn’t have that. If you need to know, I may not be able to answer everything, but at least you won’t be alone.”

Muri looks at Angel for a moment, “You sure don’t act like the sick and twisted bitch everyone thinks you are.”

“Don’t go spreading it around, will ya? I have a reputation to uphold.”

Muri laughs, “Deal. And oh look.” she points behind them, “We’re here.”

Angel sighs, “Ok, let’s get me settled in, for real this time.”


.:.Oh How The Mighty Have Fallen.:.
.:.Present Day.:.

“El Landerson, or whatever the fuck he’s going by now a days, had to find out the hard way. I am not one to be fucked with.”

The training center in the compound holds our current view where we see Angel, drenched in sweat. A far cry from where she was months before, where she could barely make it up 4 flights of stairs without wanting to throw up.

“But Landerson was a fucking pushover just like always. Don’t even pretend to respect a man that thinks with a 0 and 359 record lifetime, that he deserves fucking anything resembling a title shot. But that was 2 weeks ago. ...now we move on.”

A wicked little smirk crosses that wicked little face. Angel rolls her neck ever so slightly and we hear it crack and almost echo through the halls.

“Brandon Hendrix, a little birdy told me all about you. You have fallen quite a bit haven’t you, since your glory days. Your stint in the hellhole known as Project Honor, where you stood atop, a big name. But it seems you have a little problem where you stepped outside and suddenly....”

She looks up like she sees something flying above and adding a whistle with it, her eyes drop to the ground and she follows it up with a crash and explosion sound.

“You have crashed and burned. In fact the words *I* heard was ‘A ten pound bag of shit sinking to the bottom of the ocean’. What were you thinking when you came here to PWE? That you’d have an easy time of it? No, sweetie, see...when you got put into this match with me, someone was signing you up for a very VERY bad time.”

Angel can’t help but cackle at this.

“You see, I’m not in this for the fame or the glory. I’m in it for the pain. MINE and YOURS. For what I inflict and what you try to put me through. I can guarantee you, my tolerance is a lot higher than yours. I’m out to make everyone feel the hell that I had to go through and then some.”

Her eyes grow dark.

“Reflect on what you really are doing here, Brandon. You want that glory you once had, save yourself and try to do what my former mentor failed to do...finish me off once and for all.”

She turns around and walks into the darkness.

“Or just keep sinking. Swimming doesn’t seem to be your strong point anyway.”