Wrong Place, Wrong Time [Ems]

Not a single person understands what it's like living every single day not know where their family has gone. My mom just abandon my brother at birth, and she seems to be popping out more and more children. She doesn't care that her child, my brother, is missing. All my life I've spent every waking second looking for him wondering where he could possibly be, but I have no idea what he looks like, what he sounds like, anything because he was only in the world a few minutes before she left him behind. Every waking second of my life has been spent looking for him because I refuse to believe he's dead. Every year for the reaping, I stand in the square looking for someone who maybe looks like me, but I can't find anyone. A nameless brother taken away at birth because my parents are stupid. I hate them. They're the reason my life crashed downhill. They're the reason I'm sitting at the table surrounded by empty beer cans. Drinking is the only way for happiness to surround me unless I'm with Mist. She makes me happy, but she's not here with me.

I drag myself out of the chair tossing the cans off the table to the floor. The kitchen reeks of alcohol; part of it mine, but the other belongs to my parents. My mom doesn't care what happens to the unborn baby. When I see her with a beer on her hand, I want to punch her in the face because she doesn't care what she's doing to the baby living inside her. She's caring for two people, but it's like she's only caring for herself. Cans fly in every direction as they make contact with my feet. I fight my way through them parting them pushing half to one side and half to the other. The room spins before my eyes with every step I take. I hold my arms out fighting to keep my balance as my feet move in directions beyond my control. The floor rises into the air before falling down like the tops if trees blowing in the wind. The door moves farther away from my outstretched hands as I run, stumbling through the cans hoping with everything inside of me that I don't fall flat on face. It seems like an impossible task, but somehow I reach the door.

Being outside relaxes me more than anything in the entire world, and showing myself in front of people isn't a task at hand. I don't want the peacekeepers questioning me. My eyes turn towards the ground watching as it moves each and every time I move. One foot lands higher up than the other, yet I stumble as I try moving my other foot. The ground seems so far away, yet it's right in front of my face. The walls of buildings move closer ten spread wide apart especially in the narrow opening placed between them. I move around leaning against the wall afraid it'll move if I let go, but it manages to hold me up. My feet connects with trash cans laying through the street sending them crashing towards the side. It's amazing what a little bit of beer can do to a person. My body connects with the wall as my eyes turn in every direction wondering where I could possibly be, but it doesn't take long for me to realize I probably shouldn't be here.

A kid slams his fist into something, but I can't tell what it is.

"Bunch of fucking cowards."

It's like he's wanting a fight. If that's what he's wanting, I'll give him the fight of his life.

"Who the hell do you think you are calling me a coward?" My words slurred together as I stagger towards him. My hands ball into a fists as I stare at him ready to make a move.

The boy's head spins around in circle, or that may just be the sky, I don't know, but it doesn't change anything. The way he stands, the way he acts, it's like he knows he's better than me. He knows that he could knock me out with a single punch. If that's what he knows, he has another thing coming. Watching him look at the crowd gathered around him. "They call me Zing Leer." It's an interesting name, one that almost brings a large grin to my face, but based on the reactions of the crowd, it's something I should be worried about. I push myself away from the wall standing straight, well as straight as I can because the ground moves beneath my feet, but it's something I have grown used to over the past few days.

It's quiet. Not a person makes a sound. If someone was to drop a pencil on the ground, it would be heard. It's so quiet it makes me uncomfortable. I would move over towards him, to give him a clean shot, but he makes the work easier for me. He strolls over towards me, and points a finger at me, taunting me, making me want to bash one of his heads in, but which head is beyond my dreams. My eyes glance around looking from person to person before falling back on Zing Leer.

"Looks like you're wanting a fight."

"Or are you actually just a coward?"

Nothing gives anyone the right to call me a coward. Nobody will tell me what I can and cannot do. Nobody in the world messes with me without a reason. This Zing Leer gave me a reason to confront him. I-hate-him. My tongue slides along the front of my lips as a grin spreads from ear to ear.

"So, Zing Leer" I pause for a moment looking around at everyone wondering what their reaction would be, but it doesn't matter. Someone is about to die, and it's not going to be me. "I am no coward, but it appears you are. The almighty Zing Leer can't even throw a punch." And I attack not giving him a chance to speak or even react.

[attacks with fist]
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[result: 5035 -- Thrown to Ground -- 0.5 damage]unarmed

In a rush, I threw him to the ground landing on top of him. His head moves along with the ground, in waves. The buildings around me shrink in size before growing larger as the grin goes away. I didn't want to fall on top of him, I didn't want to throw him down, but it was something letting the fight begin. I'm trying to move, but I can't tell which way is up, down, left or right. It all seems the same. I take a deep breath before closing my eyes fighting to figure which way is which when he connects with my left knee. I grit my teeth as he rolls out from under me. I'll definitely be feeling that in the morning when I wake up hung over. This fight won't even be remembered.

"Gotta do better than that, tickling isn't a god strategy."

"That's right attack a man on the ground. Smart. Hahaha. Go you."

I place my hands against the ground trying to force myself into a standing position. My hands sink into the ground, but somehow I manage to stand. Moving fast is my only option, yet it means making a fool of myself when I stumble towards the ground. Being drunk and fighting never ends well, but it's always fun. He's not as badass as he makes himself out to be. One of us will go home empty handed, and the other will be the winner.

"You're just all talk. Blah blah blah. All you should do is talk. Why don't I shut that mouth of yours for you?"

[attacks with fist]
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[result: 5010 -- Miss -- 0.0 damage]

I swing at him aiming for one of his heads hoping it's the right one, but it's not. My fist swings through the air at full speed missing his real head. Damn it. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. This isn't anything I wanted, but hopefully I'll make up for it in my next shot.




3.5/30unarmed

"Oh, I bet the air felt that one."

The words hit me right in the gut forcing me to laugh. What I'm laughing at, I don't know, but this guy Zing Leer must be some kind of comedian. The punch I threw went through his other head knocking it away forever, but it's still funny watching his reaction. Everything about him makes me laugh. It could be because of the alcohol I force into my system everyday, or because what he said was funny. I hold my ground as the world spins around me moving in every direction. I stop laughing before looking at him again with my mouth opened ready to speak, but he speaks before me.

"I'm right here, if you still wanted to shut my mouth."

Then he punches me straight in the side. The sound of the rib breaking makes my stomach churn. The pain is almost unbearable even for a drunk. The wind is completely knocked out of my body. I can't breathe. I can't speak. I can't do anything except stand there for a moment. I grit my teeth fighting to hold back loud screams of pain. Letting him know that the pain is too much isn't something I want to do. I take a couple of deep breaths, but the pain of the rib is more than I can handle.

"You and your mouth will go down together."

[attacks with fist]
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[result: 5171 -- Block -- 0.0 damage]


10.5/30unarmed

"Hahaha missed me. Missed me. You missed me. Hahahaha."

Every word hurts as my muscles expand and relax near the ribs. Every breath hurts like a fire burning throughout my body. It's something more than I've ever experienced in my entire life. I've broke a leg, I've broke an arm, but this is the worse pain ever. Pain, more than anything I ever felt in my entire life sits right here in front of me. It's a horrible feeling, but I won't give up. I won't let this guy fool me. I won't be the weak one. Zing Leer will pay. It's amazing watching the almighty fighter miss. It's the best moment of my entire life because he can't hit everything that's placed before him.

"I am over here. Can't you see me? Or is there three of me like you?"

I watch as he spreads apart growing wide then close again. I shake my head trying to block the vision, but every time I look at him, he changes. Either he grows another head, or something worse happens. His entire body separates. Which is entirely impossible when I'm sober. My hand balls into a fist as I look for the right body to hit.

[attacks with fist]
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[result: 5187 -- Gash/Bruised Left Wrist -- 3.0 damage]

Finally I made contact with him. My fist slammed into his wrist. It's a miracle since everything is moving and he keeps growing and shrinking. But it's a start and maybe it'll make him realize that his time as the almighty Zing Leer is coming to an end.


10.5/30unarmed

And he missed again. Is he messing around with me, or is he being serious? He's not much of a fighter, but he wants to fight. Let's play. Laughter flies from my lips as my hand slides to my broken rib fighting against the pain. It hurts, but it's nothing compared to what this kid is going to be feeling. He doesn't talk, but that's fine with me, yet the people standing behind him chuckle which brings a large grin to my face.

"So Zing Leer how come the mighty fighter going down by me? You supposed to hit me, not miss me. Let's play together."

It's fun right now because he's the one that's on the downside. He's the one that's going to lose, and everyone around should know it. I move around fighting to keep my feet connected with the ground as my the world zips before my eyes. This is going to be fun, and I can't wait for him to fall. It would be perfect.

"Come at me. Don't be a little girl and miss."

[attacks with fist]
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[result:5114 -- Gash/Bruised Left Arm -- 4.0 damage]

I attack swinging my fists towards this guy, Zing Leer, and I make contact again. This time I hit his arm. The same arm I hit last punch. It seems to be fair, but he's moving, and I don't know what's happening anymore. And I start laughing uncontrollably holding my rib ignoring the pain.


10.5/30unarmed