NEVER KILL fire at will

[Kaz Victoria McCoy]

Violence. Pain. Strength. Screaming. Mercy. Begging. Mindless. All of it. It was all mindless. It didn't require a moment's worth of thinking. It was animalistic. Primal. Something stronger than what society trained people to be. Clones. Robots. You could break all of that in a single moment though. All you needed to break someone was. One. Good. Clean. HIT. One and punch to the face, and someone could break. You could almost watch the humanity slip right away from them. You could see the animal in them wake up, as they rushed for you. Thoughts dissapeared, all awash in a sea of impulses, of their body telling them what they needed to do, controlling their meat puppet of a body. Slamming their bare fist across someones face, smashing in with all the force they owned, bring their fist away, with a busted knuckle and bring it straight back down. It was something so raw, something so powerful, it was undeniable. There was nothing you could do about it once it gripped you, but to allow it to swallow you hole.

Kaz lived by the theory that impulses could beat, knock down and destory thinking any day. She lived by that, thinking that when the time came always go with your gut, and follow your fist when you need something done. It was universal impulses, while thinking was shaped by the soceity you lived in. It was why people envided children so much, because they didn't think they just did, and while there might be consiquences, they were still free from that emotional attachment of thinking, that slowed down most people once they were past the age of thirteen. Kaz couldn't rememeber when she'd found out that fighting was a way to get back to not thinking, but she knew she'd never forget it and that was why she was here, today.

She'd gotten news, about the Snakes, about there new Leader. She'd been waiting what seemed like weeks, to find out who her new rival would be, but she had no idea it was going to be someone she already knew. She'd been tense since the moment she'd found out, she couldn't calm down, she was angry, scared not that she'd admit it, if she'd been a cat, she'd have her claws out, and dug into her man, she was scared about loosing him, and trying to tell herself she was stupid and to stop thinking, which had lead her her, to watch a fight someone had set up, she paced the outside of the ring like a true tiger, pacing, her eyes never leaving the fighters. She waited to see who of her men would step up to fight, to try and impress her, or to just stand up, after all proving yourself in a fight was the quickest way to move up in her ranks.

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[Ava Kee Meyers]

Ava stood against the side of a building, her back pressing against the chilled stone, a cigarette bud resting between her fingers. She sighed out a puff of smoke that mingled with the night, floating up to the heavens. There was no escaping the fact that tonight she might offer herself to fight just because, even though she was not a hitter, she defended herself well. She learned young as a child how to defend herself, without a class, without a father, or a mother. She had basically raised herself because all of the people that took her under their wing did not care, they just did it for the money. Not all of them were the nicest of people either and despite all of the things she had been through and seen, she was standing there as strong as can be. Ava was not the type of girl to scream, not even while being attacked, but she was the type to fight, to punch, kick back. And she never let up, not even after being pushed down.

She took in a long drag, finishing the disintegrating cigarette before she just let the bud fall to the ground, her shoe coming to ground it into the concrete. She turned the corner, her hair short again having been the fact she cut it short. She liked the edgy look that made her seem more like herself. Her eyes watched Kaz pacing and she was not surprised to see her a bit in thought, a bit eager about the fights. Ava appreciated Kaz as a leader, and she remained close with her simply because Kaz had sought her out, not even through a recruiter. Not a lot of the crew knew that, but she did not intend for most of them to know, if they found out they found out. But she felt slightly honored because most people just got an annoying recruiter. “Looking for a fight again.” She muttered as she stood a few feet from Kaz’s backside. A small smile rested on her lips and she thought what might be interesting, battling Kaz to a match. It had been a while, but Kaz always one, she was the strongest, she had to be. She knew all the ins and outs and was not afraid and like Ava, she would not stop fighting.

“We should go.” She whispered, waiting for her reaction, wondering if it would be in accord with her thoughts. As much as Ava had learned on her own, Kaz intensified how she could fight. As a messenger, you had to be willing to go into the Snake’s territory, and even with a paired mate, there was no guaranteeing you would get out of where you were safely. Although, Ava had not failed yet once to escape every time that she had gotten in trouble with the Snakes. It was tough, but then again being part of the gang was tough, but Ava attacked it head on. She was again cunning and an independent being that would not be brought down by anyone but her own family if ever necessary.

[Kaz Victoria McCoy]

Kaz smirked as she watched the start of a fight, a clean cut looking guy, against one of her hitters, she thought she knew who was going to win the fight, but that didn't mean she couldn't enjoy it, couldn't enjoy the distraction of not thinking about other things, other snake likes things, that crawled threw her viens and her brain she just watched the fight, and tried to keep everything off of her face while she listened to the wet, hard sound of flesh hitting flesh that rung out around the room. Flesh, and fighting they came with their own smell, own sound, and right now they flooded her senses. The escape into the scream of someone else in pain, it may have been wrong, or twisted, but it was part of what made her strong and she knew that. She knew she was strong and she was feared, and in her world that was better then being loved.

Kaz kept facing the fight even after Ava had caught her attention, the dark girl with the beautiful lips, she remembered her. First time they'd met Ava had been on the streets, no parents or siblings she was all on her own, but she didn't let that hold her back, she was strong and stubborn, somewhere in Kaz that equaled a certain amount of respect, but she was still under her and she wasn't treated differently, no one should be getting a big head. "I'm always looking for a fight Ava" she said in response. One of the men fell to his knees, he had no chance of getting up. Kaz waved her hands, and the fight was over, one had won, the other was being taken care of by medics, the arena was empty for a moment, but the crowd was still cheering, she could go for a fight but it wasn't Ava she wanted to fight right now.

Turning around and looking at her, she cupped Ava's face, "I shouldn't fight you love, I wouldn't want to mess up your pretty face," she said with a smirk, before kissing Ava's cheek. She was serious, she knew Ava could take care of herself, but she didn't want to destory this girl, she didn't know all about what Kaz could do in the ring.

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[Ava Kee Meyers]

Ava’s eyes were suddenly redirected to the fight at hand and she just watched intently while waiting for Kaz to say something. There was an addiction that came along with fighting and the more you won, the more the addiction grew. That was until you fell, but only the true fighters picked themselves up. There was a breaking point though where you had to stop before death became your ultimate end, but Ava did not know that, she always just wanted to fight until the end, till death. But she was too much of a sweetheart even to kill someone, having their blood on her heart and hands would burden her. Sure she had hurt a few people, but usually it was out of defense. She did not even feel an ounce of regret, but that did not mean she did not have a conscience.

Her lips turned up in a smile as she looked at Kaz who was still engaged in the fight, finding so much pleasure in one little event. But then the next thing made her smile straighten, “Kaz, I don’t care about you messing up my face, a few bumps and bruises don’t bother me. And you and I have fought before and I’m stronger now. Even if we get bumps and bruises, nothing will matter, you know I’ll pick myself up. And where is the second in command? We can get him to stop us if it gets out of hand.” She muttered, in all seriousness that Kaz knew all too well because when Kaz trained her, she did not really go full out on her because at the time Ava had been much weaker than she was, but time gives everyone an advantage when it comes to growing stronger.

Ava had a feeling that Kaz underestimated her right now and she had an urge to grow, to show her leader what she was capable of. She did not want it to move up because she had a good place in her group and it was where she liked to be, where she felt most comfortable.

[Kaz Victoria McCoy]

Kaz smiled as she watched the boys fighting, connect their first to the others bodies. They were both strong and abled, it made her nodded her head, as their fight rang out across the room. She smiled as the smell of copper filled the room, as one of them scraped their first across the other's mouth breaking open their gums, until they were spitting blood down on the floor, she'd need to make sure someone cleaned that up before the next fight took place. She enjoyed the fight, but she knew when it was over, and she knew she had to call it so she did. It was a simple call, the fight was over quicikly, she sighed as Ava spoke again.

Kaz looked back at Ava, a seriouis look in her eyes, she crossed her arms. She listened to Ava, she was so egar to fight without knowing any of the baggage that Kaz had going on right now, if she picked up her fist there was no way she would stop in a fight not until someone was begging her for mercy, she saw what she could do to Ava even if she was stronger and she didn't trust herself to hold back right now. "It wouldn't just be brusies Ava. I'd smash your pretty face in two," she smirked as she said it sureaty ringing out in every word she said. "Don't push me tonight, my second isn't here," she didn't know where the hell he was and it was making her more jumpy than she already was, she jumped up and down and looked around the room, looking for him frowning.

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[Ava Kee Meyers]

She watched the fight with a bit of interest, loving the action. She could visualize the first time she ever really battled someone. She was not the weakest, but she also wasn’t the strongest either. As soon as the boy took the punch he was gone and the blood only confirmed her answer. Ava can remember a specific time in which she and one of her fights had resulted in her in getting stitches, a bruised rib, and a black eye. She got into her fights, but sometimes she regretted being involved in them. But that was a while ago and she has not even been fighting in that room for a while. She mostly just went to the gym because it had a trainer, but she got tired of using him as practice.

“Whatev—Sorry.” She spoke the words and stopped herself, but was pissed off on the inside. She felt slightly insulted and as much as she wanted to disrespect Kaz right now, she knew that she needed to and she wasn’t going to break that honor to her. She just looked at Kaz with a look that obviously spoke her emotions. She was not afraid of people seeing her anger or attitude towards them, even her leader. “I’m just going to get outta here then.” She muttered as she turned away from Kaz hating the fact that she thought she couldn’t fight her. Sure Kaz was definitely superior, but for all she knew it could be an even fight.