It hurts a lot when my face makes acquaintance with the ground, it is not my intention, I all as it hits me, a bullet, right in my back. At least it was surprising, I didn't have to look at the weapon that fired it, it hits me surprisingly but hurts nonetheless. I know that at the moment I fall and lie on the ground, defenseless, it is over. For a second I try to accept my faith and don't turn my head, I face the long way ahead of me but I can hear the steps coming closer as the echo of the weapon disappears in the wind. Finally the steps stop and I hear the sound of someone sitting down but I still won't turn my head, I am feeling the pain and try to bite my teeth together, I press against the ground with my dirty hands but the pain is only relieved after I feel the warm flow of blood flowing out of my wound. I hear something rustling behind me for a moment and the sound of a lighter appears. The curiosity is winning, I try to turn my head and roll my body halfway to the side, it works, but it is very painful. The person is just sitting there, on a box, in this alley, looking at me with those bright brown eyes that drown in that black paint on her face. She blows a cloud of smoke in the air, her glance does not move away from me right now. A few seconds of silence and the woman finally caught interest in the night sky. I don't think about fleeing, it would be useless, so I just wait for her to speak, she knows I am nervous, the more blood I lose, the more my body starts to shake and my vision becomes blurry but only slightly. She holds the cigar, at least I think it is a cigar, I can't see it clearly, between her teeth and starts to kneel behind me and leans over my body. Her hands are starting to rifle through the pockets of my jacket, she forcefully pushes me on my chest again and turns me on the other side to search for something in the other pockets, but nothing. Now she ransacks the pockets of my pants and pulls out a piece of paper. She uncoils the paper and reads on her own for a moment, no expression on her face. She nods very slightly, barely noticeable and packs the piece of paper in one of her back pockets. She is still above me, kneeling on one knee, the other one serves as a rest for her left arm, she uses the right one to take out her cigar and blow out another cloud of smoke. Now she stands up and presses my torso on the ground with her left foot, her boots are uncomfortable, they have a very painful shape, probably to assure she wouldn't slip. I can hear more rustling and it seems that the woman has found for what she has been looking for, silence for a few seconds and I look at the street a few meters ahead of me again, I wanted to go there and flee in the masses of people walking, but I couldn't. Now there is that sound, that goddamn sound of a weapon, it is clicking as she must pull back the barrel, I close my eyes and tense my facial muscles and as much of my body as possible, passing a few seconds more. I can hear it, the shot, I probably hear it shorter than everyone else, as the projectile has penetrated my skull and blood spills all over the floor but that does not matter anymore.
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My fists are already starting to hurt, after a lot of punches that I gave that b*tch's face. This is one of the longer classic fist fights I am putting up, mostly because both her and I know how to react. I am just standing a few meters in front of her and look directly in that painted, ugly face. While she tries to intimidate me with her dark eyes and evil glance, I just let out a smirk and prepare for the next lunge at her, I can't risk her regaining strength in that pause, more pressure. I lunge at her with the maximum speed of my fists, the punch was fast enough to hit, she falls a bit back but quickly tries to get back into a secure position. Now she comes at me, however, I manage to block her punch, by catching the fist mid-air. I take the chance and try to, once more, attack her with a strong punch. Somehow she saw it coming and slightly dodges to the side and hits me in my stomach as I was defenseless. I step back a bit, of course I have to bend my body, it hurts a lot but I know that won't harm me from continuing. She wants to take the chance of me having my face down by attempting a heavy kick right onto my nose but I can snap up again and catch her leg just as it would have hit me. I hit my elbow on her kneecap, hoping it would break or do any other form of damage, but I didn't think enough, it was too muscular. She still is in a disadvantageous position but dares a risky move. She jumps up and kicks me away from her leg with the other one, of course, this results in her landing on the ground while I get kicked back. Quickly we are both standing in front of each other again, exchanging deadly looks. What to do now? I am thinking in this situation, I am slowly out of ideas and I cannot tell at what point she is by now. Who of us is a tougher woman? Me? A normal bounty hunter? Or her, a clown with guns? For me, this answer is obvious. What could words do, though, I know I have to prove my point by beating her. I try to end it quickly, this fight is taking too long, I am not accepting a defeat. I run in her direction and try to jump up and kick her unconscious but the move was a mistake. Somehow she knew what I would try to do and made a big step back, resulting in my efforts going nowhere. I have to endure the consequences of this move, though, she gets behind me and tries to choke me. I feel her heavy arms around my head, on it, as well as around my neck. She presses them together as hard as she can, it barely hurts but makes my head fill up with blood. After a few seconds, my eyes feel like they're going to pop out, I try to make my arms reach her head and defend myself but she has it positioned too far back. Slowly I feel like passing out, by now I am pretty much done with this fight, unsatisfied with its result. I can't breathe anymore, there is no air left for me and now even my hands won't react to the signals my brain is sending them. Suddenly, something snaps and everything is black, completely, out of a sudden. Is this being unconscious? Or did she break my neck? Why did she not do it instantly if she tried? Whatever, she will burn in hell at some point, I think, realizing that I have indeed lost a fist fight, f*ck you, skull clown.
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