Crimson Snow; Seraphim and Tracy's encounter

She was fast, Seraphim would give her that, but that battle cry was more than enough warning for Seraphim to brace herself. Here, in the back alley, surrounded by the brick buildings, it was tight and hard to manuever, but for a street rat, it was her concrete jungle, and she knew exactly what to do. 'Just like being chased by a blue..' Seraphim thought to herself, thinking back of the times the cops would chase her.

Seraphim never threw a counter strike, but rather, she did something else entirely. As Tracy charged her at such a speed, Seraphim knew the dangers of losing your balance, and with the buildings so close by, it was perfect. Not needing to put in too much effort, Seraphim would weave to the side, lashing out both hands to attempt to grab Tracy by the wrist or forearm, not caring so long as she grabbed one of her arms. Then, only shifting their weight a little, Serapim would throw the girl's run into a different direction, simply pulling her to the side a little if she managed to get a hold, and force Tracy's running lunge right into the point blank distance of the brick siding the apartment building.

Tracy was too blinded by the speed she was running with. She far from connecting the tackle. She had no way to see if she connected the attack or not. And that will be the last mistake she commits this time. She barely noticed her opponent grabbing her by the arm when the direction of her attack changed.

She was going too fast to stop herself now. In less than a second,Tracy's head hit the wall. She was maybe too young,or too fragile. She bounced against the brick wall,and immediatly blacked out. She collapsed backwards,completely unconscious and defeated by Seraphim.

Not too surprised, Serapim was proud to see her attack follow through and crush the girl in an unconscious heap. Sure, in the ring, you had no brick wall to do such a thing, but just as Tracy demonstrated before; in the streets, anything goes. Letting out a sigh, Seraphim took a few moments to let herself settle, her shoulders rising and falling just like her chest, her whole body very slowly calming down as she felt her adrenaline cease, and the hunger of battle become satisfied. And then-

"Fffffuuuck!" Letting out finally a howl of pain, Seraphim's hands shot towards her soar spots. The bloody one around the jaw and cheeks, the other by her crotch again, the pain finally catching up to her at this point as she took a moment to settle, even bending her knees and crouching down, doubled over from it finally hurting. It didn't take Seraphim too long though, no more than about half a minute for her to be able to tolerate the pain now, slowly standing again and straitening, only to find she was going to be limping later because of how much her womanhood was pulsing with pain right now. Maybe she'd have a little personal 'fun' to help sooth it later...

Shaking her thoughts off that for now though, knowing she had to take care of the red head and keeping her end of the bargain, Seraphim reached out, pulling her up by her wrists and throwing her arms over her shoulders, supporting the girl's body with her back as Tracy's chest and head would rest against Seraphim's back and shoulders, her legs dangling from Seraphim's waist area. Without missing a beat, realizing just how light Tracy was, Seraphim went inside the brick building; the same one she slammed Tracy into, and walked right in.

The place was an apartment complex, clearly not the best and probably really cheap, but it was better than ntohing. There, she would start to head upstairs, her apartment being on the second floor as she walked, occasionally glancing at Tracy over her shoulder.

Tracy was really out,as she didnt even do a thing when her opponent pulled her up by the wrist. She was not the kind of girl who faked that kind of things,not even to get out from a hold or to escape from a wild animal. She just wasnt the kind of person who could just lie on the floor to save her own ass. She must be unconscious for real.

The kawaii redhead just woke up after they entered into the taller girl's apartment. Blinking a few times,still feeling pretty confused and a heavy head ache. She looked around with her barely open eyes and just wondered out. " Where....am I..? " She muttered before starting to clean up her vision. She found herself being supported by the one eyed girl,and without losing a second,and feeling pretty embarrased of needing help from someone else,she took a step back,tripping herself over in the process and landing onto her butt.

Stepping into the apartment, it was really anything but flattering. The place was small, probably about the size of a decent hotel room, and seemed like it could use some decorating. With what little Seraphim could afford with right now since she had only recently got out of jail, there was a new bed there, not one though, but two. One was clearly Seraphim's, a black oak bed with gray sheets, brand new. And then there was another one, also black, but with bright yellow sheets, almost obnoxiously bright. But it seemed like someone was there, or something at least, as the covers were pulled up roughly over a large mass, most likely a person sleeping. Along the walls too, there was the dull, gray paint scheme, but again came the yellow colors no one would expect from Seraphim; this time as... highlighter marks? They were scattered about like someone had literally started drawing on the wall with a yellow marker, unclean and left there like someone just gave up cleaning them. The kitchen had a sink full of dirty dishes, and was terribly small, but surprisingly, it had a full fridge of food, even the fridge itself being marked with yellow highlighter marks. Then, aside from the few VHS tapes and magazines that were almost all relating to boxing and fighting, there were a few CDs, books, and even a bible, the music being gospel and opera, the other books being from well known authors, all the kinds you would expect only an avid reader to open up. Hanging from the ceiling, this too covered with some yellow highlighter marks, there was a punching back, well broken in and even blooded, no doubt from Seraphim. Then came things like weights, a few pairs of dirty cloths and underwear in a basket, some Seraphim's, others being for someone a little shorter than her, once again covered in, what a surprise, yellow markings.

"Eh... home sweet home. Sorry, it aint the best, but it's the most I can afford until winning a few more matches." Seraphim openly admitted, sounding like she was acceptable with this place, and being honest about how this was the most she could get. She did have plans to make improvements, but she had other things to worry about...

Watching as Tracy tried to back away, only to trip over one of her dumbbells and land on her rear, Seraphim let out a small laugh, smiling somewhat as she reached for a small dresser, the same one that had her bible on it, and took out a box of cigarettes. The box labeled 'Bold Trooper', she took one, the cigarette notably colored all brown before she placed it between her lips, not lighting it just yet and simply nibbling on it from the edge of her lips. "Need a smoke?" She asked casually, holding the box to the much shorter girl in a somewhat bored offer, not even looking at the girl as she gazed ahead, at the bed with the yellow sheets, letting out a sigh when she realized her roommate was asleep.

Apparently, Seraphim didn't live by herself here.

Tracy lowered her head,and admitted that she had lost the match. And so,she would have to stay wtih Seraphim for some time. She started to wander around,following the yellow marker lines all over the aparment walls. It seemed like a child's art work.

" I dont smoke. " Tracy said,refusing to accept Seraphim's smoke,and promising herself that she would never end up smoking, like most of her ' friends ' do. She was still impressed. How could two person - one of them the wicked Seraphim- live in a place like this?! This was simply insane! With a look of curiousity in her face,she asked the taller girl about the sleeping person. " Who is that ? "

So... she wasn't going to try escaping? At least the girl held up to her word. As Tracy would be looking around, she may notice outside the one window of the apartment, there were a few police, obviously still on the hunt, but passing by the apartment as they were searching the streets only, Seraphim's idea probably proving to be best not at this point.

When she denied the cigarette, Seraphim shrugged, only to place the box right back upon the bible, never lighting hers still, now seeming like she just might now to begin with. And that was the truth, 90 percent of the time, she usually just chewed on them, this particular brand being laced with chocolate, making the sweet taste savory and addicting. "That's good." She first said, the cigarette lingering in the corner of her lips as she gave it a tiny nibble. "These things kill, and I'd hate to see you kick the bucket from a dirty habit, Shorty." With a painful sigh, reaching for the same cabinet she just put the cigarettes on, she pulled open the small drawer, removing an assortment of bandages and rubbing alcohol, which she begun to use to clean her cut hand, offering a few to Tracy for her own marks. The whole situation seemed... tranquil, quite humble to see for a girl who was so brutal, like in the end, she was just a normal, young woman.

"Oh, her. She'll be awakening at any minute, so you can meet her yourself. Just watch what you say about her or I'll break your nose or make you learn how I lost this eye." As Seraphim said this, she pointed at a clock on the wall, the minute hand only one minute away from 4pm, as the plain looking clock had a few tiny bells on the bottom, leading to hint that maybe it would make a noise in a moment.

" Then,why do you smoke? Didnt you just say that those things killed? " Tracy asked,not pretty nice,but not in a threatening tune either. ' I'll never understand adults. That's why I'm never going to be one of them. ' She thought as she started to wonder if her parents were like Seraphim,or just normal parents.

She kept staring at the sleeping girl,seeming really curious. She gulped heavily now when Seraphim warned her about saying anything about her. She started to sweatdrop. Knowing what she has done to her during the match,when she wasnt so angry,who could tell what she was going to do if she got really furious. " Why....Why are you telling me that? "

"Pffft, now that is a stupid queston, midget." Seraphim looked like she was ready to burst out laughing, a clear smirk in her face as she pulled out the unlit cigarette that had bite marks all at the end, waving it in front of Tracy, close enough for her to get the faint scent of nicotine and chocolate from it. "Some people want to do, ever thing about that?" Speaking about it like the suicidal words were more logical than saying two plus two is four, Seraphim would then shrug, sitting herself onthe edge of the bed when she finished bandaging her hand. "Look, in prison, this is what we called our currency, and if you don't pick up the habit of smokin' them there, then that makes you look weak. And in prison... the weak ones die. Got it?" Again, there was just a casual, conversational tone, like she had no trouble talking about it, even smiling still from the corner of her lips before plucking the cigarette back in, mildly shrugging. Overall, despite the dark replies Seraphim gave, she seemed to have a very warming and welcoming tone.

And then, getting her question from Tracy, Seraphim couldn't help but reach out two fingers, stopping her wrapping of her hand for a moment, before attempting to flick the girl's nose, like she had just asked something rude. "Cuz', she's different. Not to mention a little fucked up thanks to an old... friend." There was a final pause at Seraphim's last word, the thoughts of Rachel surfacing to her mind, and what Rachel had done to her friend. It was those events that lead to making Seraphim who she was now...

Tracy could understand. Her friends told her some stories about jail,and that that's a place where would never like to go. Well,maybe she could go to fight time and time,but not full time. She was a free spirit. She did as she felt like doing,and in the jail,she wouldnt be able to do anything without a cop's control.

The redhead gulped heavily once again when she heard about Seraphim's short 'story'. A little fucked up...? What could she mean with that? ' Okay...I guess I'll just obey this time. She just doesnt look like the kind of girl who would lie about something like that.' Tracy thought as she nodded,accepting the rule/condition of talking properly in front of the other girl.