Chapter 7: Ira
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Chapter 7: Ira
Ira waited in the coach. When the large guy got off, she got off too. She walked behind him, practically jogging, his legs were so long and hers were so much shorter she couldn’t possibly keep up with him at a normal pace.
No matter. She worked out, after all.
He climbed the metro stairs and she shadowed him.
Despite her red dress, he didn’t pay attention to her. She wasn’t that pretty, and her being different made a lot of men look away.
Ira clenched her fists and followed him. He got off the metro station and walked down the street. Ira didn’t really know where she was but she didn’t care. All she saw was red in her vision, all that mattered was the unsuspecting son of a b***h in front of her, all she wanted was to pummel him to the ground.
She saw a beggar approach the large man as he walked past, shaking his foam cup, making the coins rattle. The large man slapped the beggar away and took his change.
What. An. Asshole.
The large man noticed her glaring at him, and said, “What do you want, midget?” He scoffed and walked away, not bothering with her any longer.
Ira’s nails were practically digging into her palms. She dashed forward and tackled the large man from behind. She didn’t need to fight fair. He weighed twice as much as she did, after all.
The large man groaned as he fell hard on the pavement. Ira climbed on top of him and dug her heel in his belly. He cried out in pain as she stomped him with her full weight. He fought her, clawing at her. She stomped on his knee. He punched her straight in the face, making her nose b****y.
The beggar cried out and ran away.
Ira went full-on rage and punched the large man. Her fists pounded on meat, her knuckles bled and cut open, her face a single expression of wrath.
She delivered each word with a punch to his face, “Midget. Is. Not. The. Politically. Correct. Term!”
She continued doing so until he stopped moving.
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