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Hannah felt powerful. She always did.
Why would she not? She had it all. A child of a local politician, a city councilor to be exact, and an heiress to a company with an eight-figure annual revenue, the power couple that was her parents being one of the closest things to royalty their mid-sized, Midwest town had.
She herself was far from unsuccessful. Now, of course, her personal world wasn't too wide yet, given that she was just a few months from finishing high school, but in this high school, she was untouchable. The idol other girls could only desperately hope to somehow at least come close to, while the guys could only hungrily stare at, never to feel her touch.
Tall, slim, slender, buxom, blonde, and blue-eyed, she looked exactly like most people would imagine when told about her social status and family finances. However, unlike many of her doppelgangers populating the high schools all over the country, and the world really, she had a hobby that was rather far from one stereotypically associated with overprivileged daddy's little princesses.
For the last few years, Hannah had been weekly taking professional MMA training, provided by the best professional fighters her parents' money could hire. At first, they left her train just with other females, but after their daughter started consistently overpowering those fighters, they started inviting even some male light and welterweighters, and even a few middleweighters.
Against those, she had a much less flattering record when they actually fought, but one that was still much better than any 18-year-old girl had any right to have against professional adult male MMA fighters.
As it soon turned out, Hannah had a serious, almost uncanny martial arts talent, boosted by very high pain tolerance and incredible reflexes, speed, and punching and kicking power. Although she looked like a typical teenage rich bitch whose idea of aggression or violence could, at most, consist of gossiping and cyberbullying, she was quite certain that she could beat anyone her age in town in a fight. That was exactly what she was about to do soon, finally putting all of her training to, at least in her mind, good use.
You see, while she wasn't a stereotypical queen bee rich bitch, she still was one of those overall, and just as was the case with many of such girls, she was a participant in a lot of ruthless, cruel, soul-destroying bullying, her radiant, beautiful looks just barely hiding her incredibly rotten and warped personality from the people lucky enough to not be her victims. There, however, were a lot of victims who were unfortunate enough to know what she was really like.
And none of them knew that better than Michael.
That was the only name she knew him by. Of course, he did have a surname as well, one passed onto him by his Tanzania-born father that he was very proud of, but even after knowing him for years, she couldn't possibly find it in herself to care enough to know how to write his African surname, nevermind pronouncing it. As far as she was concerned, he existed for many things, but being treated with basic human respect wasn't one of them. In her mind, he was there only to be "accidentally" slapped or shoved by her or her friends once a week, have his backpack used as a football during PE classes, or have his pictures modified and put on the internet pretty much every day.
However, there is only so much abuse anyone can take before they fight back. Just as he finally did today.
And she was determined to show him that doing so was the worst mistake he had done in his life.
Not only did he manage to rip one of her favorite and most expensive shirts apart, by surprise-attacking her of course, but thanks to some of the teachers that liked him intervening on his behalf, she, the queen of the school, now faced a very real prospect of not only not graduating, but even facing legal problems. All of that just when her life was supposed to reach its best years with her as a rich, beautiful college student with a perfect career and a highly-coveted degree in front of her, and no worries either now or ever again.
She wasn't about to just let this slide. Not at all.
And so, she found herself here, waiting in a dark alley in the worst part of town an hour after the sunset. Normally, girls like her would be told to stay away from such dangerous places at all costs, but now, she was the reason why this place was dangerous.
Michael was pretty much her exact opposite in everything, and that included family status. His parents had to accept living in the worst part of town, with him already having to help support the family by working until the first hours of the night, walking home through those dark, ominous alleys every day, praying not to be assaulted every time he did so.
Unfortunately, his luck was about to run out tonight.
Was she less focused on what she was about to do to him, and maybe a bit more philosophical and intellectual in general, she would've probably by now been thinking about how it was those differences between the two of them that made her hate him so much. An unmistakable reminder of what her life could've been were she born with nothing that she took for granted.
She actually didn't know why she bullied him so badly. Her friends started it, she automatically joined in, somehow became the main bully he feared meeting every day as he walked to school, and, well... today happened, she was here now, and there was no coming back anymore.
And so was he.
As she heard the cautious steps echoing against the dilapidated building as they approached her dark hideout, she had no doubt who they belonged to. Tightly squeezing the pocketknife she had brought just in case, this place was rather dangerous after all, she let it rest in her jeans as she peaked out to get a good look at the approaching figure.
Short, male, and darker-skinned but still rather Caucasian-looking. Yup, it was him.
"Fucker!" she screamed right as he was in the middle of passing her by, not noticing her presence in the slightest until now, and freezing in his tracks the moment she had announced herself.
In moments, she jumped out and right in front of him, the sheer panic and terror still etched on his face.
