I swung a wide right hook to his side; he blocked it and swiped his foot under me before I could blink. I was on the floor and panting, exhausted. My sensei stood over me, his hands behind his back. "Sloppy. Always sloppy, little girl." He said to me, "You still need better foot work!" He was always a ball of old Asian sunshine. Just as red sometimes, too.
He took a deep breath. "And yet," he said, "You are one of my best students Miss Myers. I will miss you the most when you graduate." He offered his hand and I took it. He pulled me up and said, with a grunt, "I can only wish you luck, from here on out." I gave him a small smile and gave a respectful bow. "It's been an honor to train with you, sensei." He left, probably to eat his "1 Minute Noodles!" he's got waiting for him. I went to my gym bag and pulled out a tiny green box with a purple bow around it. It was hard, trying to find a gift for him, after all he's done for me. I might not ever see him again. I took the present and went to the back, private room he always said was off limits.
I creaked open the door, and I saw him kneeling in front of a small table. It had lit candles close to the edges and a few pictures towards the center. I knew the pictures were of his son, his wife, and his grandchildren. I knew the tragic story behind them all. I think he helped me because he reminds me of them. He still misses them, I can see it in his eyes when we spar. I put the present on the little table that was next to the door, and slowly closed the door. I said my own silent goodbye, and left his private dojo to change in the fast food restaurant next door.
I am Molly Myers. My story is unlike any other. Once my life was a simple and happy one. I had a Mom, a Dad, and my fraternal twin brother, Jason. That was a long time ago. Dad died in a car accident. After that, Mom found some lawyer jerk. She explained to me that she was only dating him for the money, but soon she must have seen something in him. They married.
Ever since we met each other we hated him; both Jason and I. He mostly had a thing against Jason, he could have cared less about me. He called Jason a monster once, and I defended him by saying I could say the exact same thing about him. When Mom died he found a way of framing Jason. Some sort of "He's assaulted so many people" bull. Jason was protecting me from a long line of jerks. As for me, he disowned me. I was stuck in an orphanage until Jack adopted me. Jack was a close friend of my Dad. Whenever he's over we called him Uncle Jack.
Jack had heard what had happened, and he thought it was a total load too. He's a good friend. He helped me with the classes and always gave me support. He also helped in my plans to break my brother out.
Yes. I plan to break my brother out of his prison. His frame landed him in an asylum. The Brother's Grimm Asylum for the Peculiarly Disturbed, to be exact. The Asylum has so many legends and stories behind it. Any majorly traumatized or disturbed youth gets sent there. They say this is only a rumor but, some say that once you enter the asylum you never leave.
Well, I'm about to change that. I studied chemistry and learned how to make both bombs and makeshift bombs, and I was trained in three different forms of unarmed combat; Karate, Judo, and Boxing. Well, Dirty Boxing actually, but hey, this is war; and all is fair in love and war.
Anyway, you get the idea. I'm freeing my brother, one way or the other....
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