Danika Darcy | District 9 | CB | FIN

She cant get anything more out of the life that she has.

She grew up on the streets, making meager livings as a girl who wanted nothing to do with her family.

She ran away when she was young, but that doesn’t mean that her family doesn’t know where she is.

She likes it that way.

Her father was never kind to her, and her mother never stopped to think that she was better on her own.

They begged her to come home time and time again, until finally they realized that she was old enough to make her own decisions.

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She never knew how to make things easy on herself.

She stands there on mountains beating on her chest in hopes of finding someone who is willing to challenge her. She yearns to be matched in her own ferocity, but everyone she meets seems to cower in fear.

Danika was outspoken, but she didn’t use words.

She used her fists.

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Deep in nine, there is a small community of teenagers that meet in metal yards to duke it out. At first, Danika did it because she had something to prove, but then she started do it, because it was a way for her to sustain her way of life.

Sometimes she fought for a place to stay, even if it was for a night.

Sometimes she fought for food, especially when her mother couldn’t find her in order to feed her.

Sometimes she fought for the sheer thrill of it, and by far, that was her favorite reason to fight.

She lived on the wild side, and she knew she would never come down from that.

Not now, not ever.