Fan Fiction |
by Livia
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A girl with short hair dyed an almost platinum blonde strolled into Club X. Walking to the beat of the loud music blasting from the speakers, she took sight of the double doors which were protected by many men in black. A few whistles were heard from guys as she walked across the dance floor in her black tank top and tight lowrise jeans. Ignoring them, she headed straight towards the door, passing the guards.
"Tavia jeh! You can't go in there! Boss's orders," said one as she was about to push the door open.
She felt as the guards stepped towards her and two of them blocked her path. Taking two steps away from the door she put her arms in the air. "Ok, ok. No need to be so uptight about it." Seeing that the guards slowly shifted back to their original places, a smirk appeared on her face. With a swift roundhouse kick, she knocked all four guards unconcious. Pushing the double door open, she found a fat man sitting there smoking and drinking with an AV girl on each side.
"You call that security Fat Cobra?" asked Tavia.
The man simply puffed his cigar and let out a chuckle. "My, my if it isn't Tavia Yeung, Damien's goddaughter. Did your godfather send you here to collect my dues? Well go back there and tell him I don't have it yet. I'll be receiving a large sum of money next week when a large shipment of those club pills come in."
Tavia smirked, "Oh really?" She took a few steps towards Fat Cobra. With a kick, she sent the coffee table up into the air and with another, it went flying across the room. It smashed right above into the wall above Fat Cobra's head. This caused him to drop his cigarette as glass shards littered into the glasses of Remy Martin. The two AV girls screamed and ran out of the room.
"Now look what you did! I don't have girls, liquor, or anything to smoke!" said Fat Cobra, stating the obvious.
Extending her leg, Tavia pinned him to the wall by the neck. "You are going to return the money you borrowed today!" she demanded.
"I...I don't have any! I told you!" stuttered Fat Cobra, beginning to sweat.
"Tavia! What did I say about the violence?"
Turning her head, she saw her godfather, Damien, enter the room. "Kai Yeh."
"Everything can be solved with negotiations remember? No need to turn to violence every time. Now, let him go." reasoned Damien. The middle-age man smiled at his goddaughter. The wrinkles showed on his forehead when he did so. So did a few around his eyes, which were behind a pair of silver rimmed glasses.
Reluctantly Tavia loosened her grip on Fat Cobra. But not before giving him another kick, which sent him kneeling on the floor. She walked out of the room without another word.
"Now, why don't you have the money?" asked Damien.
"I told your kai leuh that I'll have it by next week but she wanted it today!" explained Fat Cobra who was kneeling on the floor in fear.
"So you'll definately have it by next week?"
"Yes! Absolutely Damien gor," confirmed Fat Cobra. "I'm having a new shipment of pills coming in next week. I'll definately return the money then!" he said in a pleading tone.
Damien chuckled at the sight of Fat Cobra being afraid of him. With that, he left the room. Walking out of the club, he found Tavia sitting outside on the railing of the steps.
"Done?" she asked.
"Yes," replied Damien.
Upon hearing that, Tavia jumped off the railing, landing onto the ground and began walking.
"Tavia?"
"What?"
"I know that the last three years haven't been easy for you. But it hasn't been for me either, I lost my son also. You've changed alot the past few years, violence isn't the answer. And tomorrow is the anniversery of Bosco's death. He wouldn't want you to be like this," said Damien, trying to reason with her.
"I know," she simply replied, for she had heard those lines way too many times before. Hopping onto her blue Yamaha YZF-R1 motorcycle, she kicked the kickstand and started it. Speeding off down the street, she left Damien standing in front of Club X.
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Remy Martin and Yamaha belongs to their respected owners, I am just using their names for this story.
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So how's the first chapter? I think it's pretty good, one of the many chapters of all my stories which I actually like alot. ;) The title is absolutely silly because I couldn't think of anything else haha.