His Little Fighter

I'll Be There

'First, they ignore you, then they ridicule you, then they fight you, and then you win.'

                         ~Mahatma Gandhi

Lol, what? Never knew Thunder himself was into a friendly competition. 

"Umm well, good luck then... mate?" I say clearly unsure of myself.

I stare at his face watching the corners of his lips slightly quiver almost as if he was trying to suppress a smile. 

"Get to your corners" I turn seeing Rick demanding us to get to our corners which of course, I do.

"Fighters ready?"

"FIGHT"

I leap forward at the same time Thunder does and circle each other waiting to see who will strike first.

After a while of just prancing about, it became obvious that I was going to have to strike my first move. I aim for his cheek and throw a punch but it barely touches his face as he just about dodges it and throws his own punch which was too late for me to avoid. I stumble back as I wince at the throbbing sensation on my left cheek. 

Surprisingly, it didn't hurt as it normally would have with my other opponents. I throw another punch and Thunder simply sidesteps it and slams the back of my head with his gloves causing me to stumble to the ground. 

Again, it hurt but not as much as it usually does. It's like he was afraid to hurt me. However, I was still getting angry at the fact that I was clearly losing so I stayed on the ground until I felt his presence behind me. Then, I spin round and deliver a swift jab to his gut making him double over in pain.

I stand up and grab the sides of his head bringing it down against my knee hearing a loud crunch and a grunt of pain coming from him. For some reason, his pain caused me to feel pain and guilt but I shook it off and continued with the fight.

By now, he has already regained his composure and I make a move to kick his stomach but before I was able to, Thunder grabbed my foot and twisted it harshly giving me no choice but to slam against the floor. 

He turns me over so I am lying on my back and then he begins to strangle me. Strangle me!! The guy didn't even have the decency to at least let me breathe for a bit.

Almost too soon, my lungs begin to burn. The sensation telling me that it is hungry for air. My head began to spin and the crowd's mixtures of booing and yelling were beginning to drown out. Before I lost consciousness, I tapped thunders hands twice signalling my defeat and immediately his grasp around my neck retracted, leaving me gasping for air.

Rick came running and grabbed Thunders wrist, raising it above and declaring his success. While I being the sore loser that I am stormed off to the changing rooms.

Hearing footsteps behind me I turned around seeing a concerned Indigo. He advanced towards me and grabbed my chin tilting it upwards. 

"Motherfucker" He muttered. 

Great. That means the marks are noticeable. 

I look at Indigo and see his eyes darken in fury.

"Indigo, relax," I tell him, "this isn't my first or worse injury in boxing and for sure it won't be the last."

"That piece of s**t choked you! You could've died!" He yelled

"But I didn't" I sigh, "tell you what, I'll go take a shower and I'll take you to my house and we can spend the rest of the day watching movies."

Indigo's eyes light up but his body language still screams 'I'm about to f**k up the next person who walks through that door.'

"Fine" he grumbles, "but I get to pick what movies to watch this time"

"That's fine by me" I giggle while heading towards the showers.

7 hours later

Indigo left to his house half an hour ago after our last movie together so now I'm currently getting ready for an early nights sleep as it is about to be nine o'clock now.

After slipping on my pyjamas, I walk towards my window and gaze at the forest far away from my mansion. I turn around and jump in my bed and as I close my eyes, I hear a piercing howl far away in the distance.

And a pair of bright brown eyes greeting me in my dreams.

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I open my eyes finding myself standing in an open field with ginormous pine trees surrounding it. The sky is clear from even a speck of a cloud and a gentle breeze brushes past me making me sigh in content.

Where am I?

I scan my surroundings only to realise that I'm the only one here. However, as I turn around, I see the same pair of brown eyes from when I last went to bed crouching behind a bush.

Holy cow! This is a dream! I thought excitedly.

I casually walk to the pair of brown eyes knowing that nothing can actually harm me. Man, I feel like a God.

"Hello? I can see you, you know"

The eyes don't move. Instead, they are solely trained on every movement I make.

"Come on, it's okay" I coo, urging this unknown being to come out. Soon, the creature begins to rise and slowly make its way towards me. Now, we are standing face to face and I realise that this creature is, in fact, a large wolf standing at my height of 5'1 and a few inches taller.

The wolf is coated with fur as dark as the night but with a streak of white fur on its snout. Since this is a dream, I bring my hands to the top of the wolf's head and begin to pet it whilst feeling the wolf instantly lean to my touch.

"Your fur is so soft" I whisper, mesmerised by the softness of its fur. How can a wild animal have such pampered fur?

"If this was real and you were at least 2 feet smaller, I would've kept you as my pet" I giggle.

As soon as I said that, the wolf backs away and the sound of bones snapping fills my ear. Instead of the wolf, a tall handsome man stands in its place. Well, first of all, I've read enough books to know that he's clearly a werewolf and second of all, I don't even need to point it out because this dream is lit as f**k and I don't want to ruin the moment.

His hair is as dark as the wolf's fur, his jawline sharper than the sharpest knife and his lips can make a Kardashian jealous. I noticed that his body is covered in tattoos but even though I try to look down, my eyes are glued in the direction of his hazel orbs.

Thank God because he's naked anyway.

The mysterious man takes two steps forward until our chests are almost touching.

"I'm coming for you, meu amor" his deep voice sends shivers down my spine as his thumb softly rubs against my cheek. Wait, so he's Portuguese? (My love)

"Você tem certeza sobre isso?" I reply in my native language. (Are you sure about that?)

He chuckles, "Feisty, I can live with that"

"Well, too bad I'm not gonna live with you."

"When the time comes, you will and you won't get a say in it." He growls in anger.

"Mhmm, I'll be waking up now" I retort, having enough of his creepy behaviour.

As I feel myself being pulled up to reality, I listen to his final words.

"I'll be right there, querida"

(Sweetheart)

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I open my eyes and smile as I feel the familiar warmth of the sunshine on my face. I yawn and get out of bed heading straight to the kitchen unable to contain my hunger.

After breakfast, I complete my morning routine and slip on a casual outfit and then I pull up my hair in a bun. I was planning to go shopping in a bit because I was running low on milk.

I lightly jog down the stairs and turn on the TV to catch up with an episode on Teen Wolf. Unfortunately, twenty minutes into my show, I am so rudely interrupted by a loud buzzing noise of the doorbell.

I get up and walk towards the front door but the buzzing continues.

"Can you at least have the decency to be patient?!" I yell to whoever just ruined my morning and quickly yank the door open with anger plastered across my face.

"Now what's that frown for? I already told you I was gonna be here"

I look up and meet with the same pair of brown eyes... again. This dude had a smirk on his face probably thinking that my look of shock and confusion is something so utterly funny. AMERICA EXPLAIN.

"Now you either come with me willingly or I will have to drag you to my car." He calmly explains. 

"To hell with that" I spat and slammed the door at his face.

Immediately, I dash to the kitchen and quickly pick up my ultimate weapon, a knife and hide behind a wall. 

"Open this door right now!" He yells.

"Are you dumb? I'm basically giving you consent to kidnapping me if I do that!" I yell back.

Silence.

I tense with panic but take a few deep breaths to calm myself down. Maybe he's gone?

Suddenly, a huge thump and the sound of wood snapping makes me squeal and cower in fright. Leather footsteps make its way down the corridor and coincidentally, near my hiding place.

"There's no use in hiding, querida. I can smell you."

Well, I probably smell good anyway.

Out of nowhere, mysterious guy jumps in front of me, grabbing my wrist, "Gotcha." He whispered in my ear.

Instinctively, I tighten my grip on the knife and bring it down to his arm making him yell in pain. However, as I look at where I stabbed him, I could see the wound beginning to heal.

"Hey no fair, that's cheating!" I whine.

And that was the last thing I said before I felt a small prick in my right arm making me collapse in drowsiness.

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