Title: Untitled
Featuring: Katt Wylde
Date: March 9th
Location: Unknown

[March 9 2011, 4am. Location: If I told you, I’d have to kill you]


As the world passes by, Katterina Wylde is sitting on a cushion, her slender legs crossed with her hands resting on her knees. Katt’s eyes are closed, thus she does not see her two friends enter. The large and muscular bruiser known as Akeem Edwards, and the petite but vicious Milena Takahashi enter the room, which appears to be a Japanese-style dojo. Akeem looks on at Katterina with confusion as Milena just nods and smiles in approval.

Akeem: Uh…?

Milena: I believe you Americans call this “damage control”. Her mind is unbalanced and too focused on one thing…

Akeem: This deal with Jakob.

Milena: …and she has become unfocused, undisciplined, and has lost her matches within the confines of the PRIME rings. This will not do. No. She must win.

Akeem: …and your answer to this is to have her meditating at two in the damn morning? Why not just have a sparring contest or some shit?

Milena: First we heal the mind. Then we heal the body. Then we watch as she breaks her victim in two. Then we go out and drink Sake until we no longer stand.

Akeem: …Okay, that works.

Milena: Of course it works! I am the master here after all.

Katterina stirred from her meditation pose and rose to her feet, wandering over to the pair who were talking about her in whispers. She heard every word they had said.

Katt: You worry too much, Akeem. Milena’s got the right idea. Besides, if I was going to spar with anyone, it’d be you. But maybe tomorrow. There’s somewhere I ned to be, sugarbear.

Akeem: Where would that be.

Katt looks at Milena and smiles before spinning on the heels of her knee-high boots and walking to the door.

Katt: Rooftop. Gotta meditate in peace without you two old housewives disturbing me.

She walks out the door, and disappears into the night. Akeem just shakes his head and laughs.

Akeem: You sure you two aren’t fucking?


[March 9 2011, 4am. Location: Unknown]

Katterina Wylde sat on a rooftop high above ther city as the moonlight beamed down onto her, with her black leather clothes glistening beautifully in the night as she was meditating, just like Milena had suggested. As she did so, the clicking of heels on concrete could be heard to all but Katterina herself as she had completely emptied her mind and was oblivious to all around her. Had she been alert she would’ve noticed the woman known to her as Mercy walk up behind her, wielding a knife.

To quote a certain New York so-called writer: SWERVE~!

Katt knew she was coming, quickly and as gracefully as a ballerina with the speed of a cheetah about to pounce on its prey, she rose to her feet and kicked the knife out of the woman’s hand, crouching down into a fighting stance. Mercy backs off, raising her hands in the air.

Mercy I didn’t come here to fight you, babe. I just wanted to talk to you.

Katt: Oh yeah, because everyone has a nisy cosy chat with a knife in their hand.

The Dark Angel notices there’s no collar around her neck. No leash either.

Katt: Where is he, then? I expect this is where you lure me into a trap and that bastard takes me “home”, right?

Mercy: He’s not here.

Katt: So he let you out here by your lonesome? That’s a foolish move. Never know what might happen…

Mercy: Jakob trusted me enough to come here alone and ask you one more time to come home.

Katt: I though he wanted to make me suffer first? What game is he playing?

Mercy: No game. Just come home, Katt. It can be you and me like the old days…please?

The Dark Angel glares at Mercy with anger burning in her eyes. But then remembers what Milena said. She regains her composure and wanders over to the woman, who backs against the wall..

Katt: I’ll say it once. I’ll say it slowly. I’ll say it as crystal clear as I possibly can.

Katt pulls a knife of her own and holds it against Mercy’s throat.

Katt: I’m never going back there. I’m never going to return “home” to HIM. You can go back to Jakob and tell him that I am not some slave to be dragged around on a leash. You can tell the entire family that I am not some insignificant little fucktoy like you have become. There’s nothing between me and your family. Tell Jakob this war isn’t over and I will gain my freedom and live my life the way I want to live it. You understand?

Mercy nods. Not like she has a choice…she has a knife against her throat.

Katt: Good.

She kisses Mercy on the lips and then knees her in the gut.

Katt: Give Ezra a hearty “fuck you” when you get back.

Mercy is crumpled in a heap on the ground, clutching her stomach. She slowly rises to her feet, ready to give Katterina a piece of her mind but…The Dark Angel is gone. Mercy lowers her head…knowing Jakob is not going to be pleased with her.

[End]
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