"Peregrine" / 153: Sweet

[ap0cryphal]

 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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Comments

[sideways]

Sometimes it's nice to go back to the basics. The brutal, face-punching basics. Fingers are superfluous.

[ap0cryphal]

<3 If I wrote a pulp novella with the boxer, that would go on the cover. Face punching basics and superfluous fingers. Best cover quote ever.

:D

[beccapecnik]

Fingers may be superfluous, but without them, typing would be much, much harder. :D