Basic Solos #1-2: 1,026 words

Triplet punched the man once again, making sure that she felt a good crack as her fist landed against his skull.

It was hot. It was humid. Nothing was getting better. She had nothing to look forward to in life when it came to her future. And then this a*****e decided to try and be a creep and follow her around after her volleyball practice?! When she had been out in the sun for a couple of hours, having to take a water break every ten minutes, putting on sunscreen every 20, and feeling like she was broiling in an oven and it was just GOING TO GET WORSE?!

And then this guy, THIS GUY, he dared to go and follow her, “hitting” on her though more than likely just an attempt to intimidate her because it gave him the jollies in his pants, she had run out into an alleyway and just as she had finished transforming the guy had come around the corner to look for her.

He didn’t see her fist coming.

And after that first one, he certainly didn’t see the next. Or the next. Or the one after that.

She didn’t care how much she was hurting him. She knew that Agents weren’t readily supposed to kill random civilians, but what was she supposed to do with all of this anger? Anger at the world?

Hit!

Anger at having no control over what was going on?

Hit?

Anger that as a woman she couldn’t be left alone for one f***ing day without being hit on by some creep?!

Hit! Hit!

She sighed as the man, or at least his unconscious body slipped to the ground. She had bruised him, badly. Probably broke his face in multiple places. Definitely broke his nose. Probably a few ribs. It had allowed her to let off some steam that she had been feeling lately. Not as much as she wanted to, and while she was okay with taking energy from civilians and Order, she still wanted them to earn the draining somehow. She wasn’t exactly about to go after a mom and her kids who were just walking around after all.

Whatever little energy he could now give her she decided to drain. It wasn’t enough, but he would at least be alive by the time someone found him, which was likely considering how many restaurants were here and were still open. Someone had to take the trash out eventually.

She growled at the body. That included him.

For a moment she stood there, just looking at him, but eventually she decided that she wanted to get to higher ground and hoped onto one of the roofs of the building, running a hand through her abnormally long hair as she thought about what to do next. She hadn’t been draining all that much, and Mr. a*****e there hadn’t given her enough energy. And she was still angry. VERY angry.

She needed to find someone, or someones, to drain. To be able to fight against and attempt to bring her rage down. Sure, there were probably better ways to do so. Yoga, going to the gym, taking a run, but she didn’t want to. At least not now.

There were older adults that could have done something about all of these problems that were currently effecting her, and literally everyone else. But nothing. People acted as if it just wasn’t there or nothing was changing or that it was totally okay for guys to do what they were doing. They didn’t know the constant fear, anxiety, rage that she had to keep inside for so many days. She couldn’t even remember a time when she hadn’t had those feelings, and that was before being an angry hormonal teenager too.

She felt like crying. What was she supposed to do with all of these angry emotions? Why wasn’t anyone doing anything to change things?! It was why she was glad to be a part of the Newgaverse. Even if they didn’t seem to be wanting to change the world into something better, they gave her the opportunity to do what she wanted in a world that clearly didn’t have her, or the planet’s, best interests in mind.

She could hurt the people who were hurting her, like a*****e. She could feel like she was actually doing something instead of just shouting into the void and no one answering back. Even if it caused her to do terrible things, it was still better than sitting around doing nothing! At least now she could take action! Even if it wasn’t on environmental things, she could still beat up assholes like Mr. a*****e and maybe they would think twice about tormenting women again! At least one problem could be solved in her life.

While she was on the rooftop thinking to herself she heard a commotion down below. She walked over to the other side where another alleyway was, this one had a bar, she could see two men harassing what appeared to be a clearly drunk woman.

The night may not have started out well, but it sure was going to end that way.

She quickly hoped down and punched the first guy and before the other could even turn around and react she punched him in the side of the head and he slumped right to the ground. “You need to get out of here. Now.” She said to the woman who still appeared to be a bit dazed as to what had happened. In a few moments however she managed to have her brain finally realize what was going on and clutching her handbag she managed to wobble her way out.

Sara looked at the two men who were sprawled on the ground. They didn’t appear to be totally unconscious, yet. She moved over to one of the draining the energy out of him. Yes, these guys had a lot more. a*****e would have probably had more if she hadn’t beaten him up so badly, but she could fill her quota this week and next's. She grinned. She was definitely getting used to this.