"Peregrine" / 153: Sweet

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 Title: "Peregrine"
Challenge/Prompt: #153 / Sweet
Original Fiction or Fanfiction: Original
Characters/Pairings: N/A
Rating: PG-13 / K+
Warnings: Violence 
Disclaimer:  Original work, my own stuffs, etc.
Summary:  She used to train as a boxer.
Author's Notes:  insert crime / pulp cliche here.

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"I'm good for it," the man says. "Please. I just need a week."

 

She hits him. Punch to liver, jab to solar plexus, open palm to nose. She feels cartilage give way before he crumples, whimpering. She exhales. The rush fades.

 

"Two days," she says, looking down. 

 

She used to train as a boxer. Her comrades were other discarded, forgotten children, feral and ever hungry. They're scattered now and she's in purgatory, working muscle for dumb gangsters.

 

She used to have a sweet tooth. Now she has this. 

 

"Two days," she says. "Then I'll take your knees. And your fingers."

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