Author: Blkjwldgds
Rating: PG-13/R
Spoilers: None as this is not from any fandom.
Disclaimer: I blame this entirely on Nigela Bites. She was making dough and said something about it feeling like flesh. This is where my mind went. Don't ask me.
AN: I have no idea who this character is yet either. And I might explore the whole thing more, don't know yet.
Archive: Please email author

The fat man stalked me in the ring. I stood in the center, watching him. I had no idea who he was, or why he looked like he wanted to eat me for a midnight snack. At least I was assuming it was nighttime still. I had been shoved into a brick building by the hooded passerby a few hours ago. I had been completely aware of him, had purposely ignored him to piss him off. What I hadn't realized was how young he was, he could only have been between 10 and 12 years old. The shadows had melted so closely around him, making his size seem larger than it was. I had blinked once to readjust my perception and that was all he had needed.

Had it been this night? Last night? How many nights had it been? My mouth felt like someone had stuffed my gym socks in and sewn it shut; stretched, dry and distorted. I knew my right temple was sticky with dried blood, one cheek was tender, and my nose clicked with pain when I sniffed. I smiled softly, ah, add cracked lips to the list, and began to hum. I feel pretty, oh so pretty...

I twisted and cracked my neck and jaw, shaking my shoulders as well, all the while taking in my surroundings. Gray, gray and more gray. Even the shadows seemed gray. There was the boxing ring I was in and that was the only thing remotely resembling furniture in the room. High ceilings, no ventilation ducts, one gray door on each end of the room, one swinging lamp high above. All rooms lead to this one.

Then there was the high black window on the wall in front of me. I looked with only my eyes, and wiggled my fingers once-whoever the hell it was that had wanted to see me fight so badly would notice. Meanwhile the schmuck in front of me hadn't even noticed. He was too busy staring at my body.

Joy, he's going to punch me and then cop a feel.

He grinned at me then, letting me know that his IQ matched about how many teeth he had left in his mouth. He leaned towards me, inhaled my scent.

The punched me dead in the face.

And yes he did cop a feel on the way down. Asshole.

I ducked from the second swing, jumping back and to the right. How the fuck had he done that? I turned and spat red, gently touched a tooth. He just grinned, now relaxing and leaning in the corner. I had watched his fist swing towards me, knew when I had to move. But his fist had not been near enough to hit my face, of that I was certain. It... it was almost like his shadow had tried to punch my teeth through the back of my head.

"Aww, c'mere girlie. Teddy Bear'll kiss it better. Teddy can kiss everythin'... better." He licked his lips. "Teddy dun even mind the blood. In fact, Teddy kinda likes it."

Oh yes. Teddy was very happy that he punched me in the face. In fact, if Teddy became any more happy a small family of four would crawl out of his pants, exclaim what a beautiful day it was and how about a hike, shall we?

Teddy made Fat Bastard look like an Abercrombie and Bitch model.

I smiled, splitting my lips more so they began to bleed. Rubbing them, and the trickle from my now gurgling nose, onto my left cheek and down my neck, I approached him. My right hand disappeared down my shirt and his eyes with it. The family of four crawled out, saw what was happening and ran for the nearest ranger.

I swung with my left.

I punched him in the stomach and recoiled in disgust. It was like punching into warm newly risen bread dough. I wondered just how far my fist had sunk in, but lost the thought as he doubled over in pain, coughing. I swung again and connected with what I hoped to be his Adam's apple- well I hoped it was his neck anyway. Then I aimed for the right side of his face. Not that it did any good.

If he doesn't stop rubbing himself, he might just start a fire.

He grinned - just how much more can this guy grin anyway?- and lapped at the blood now flowing freely from his nose.

"Once more should do it girlie- c'mon"

I grabbed his hands, brought them to the blood on my face. A pink tongue darted out of my mouth and up, almost touching my nose. His eyes grew wide, then slanted in that lascivious grin again.

It was then that I kicked him square in the balls. The family packed up and made a beeline for Canada.

I had had enough of this.

I kicked him again, still holding his hands to my face, smeared in both our blood. He fell to his knees, and I was now holding his arms raised in the air. I took my right palm and shoved it upward into his nose, breaking it and sending bits of bone traveling to the few tiny brain cells he had left. He fell back to the mat, and I stomped on his trachea. For good measure I jumped twice on his chest.

Then I looked up to the still blackened window and wiggled my fingers.

"Got any more friends for me to play with?"