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[color=007236][h2]THE IMMORTAL IRON FIST #1[/h2][/color][/center]


My hands caressed her supple skin, soft as silk to the touch, her skin had a glow that matched the sun. My mind raced at the thought of our love, our bodies intertwined once again. I could feel eyes tracing my body longing for me, telling me how much she needed me with just a look. What she didn't know is that I needed her, Sandra was a love that longed for for so long and I could bare to go another second without her. I placed my hand under her chin, lifting her face so we met eye to eye, stared deep into her soul, and pulled her in to express my love. Before our lips could touch, my mind finally decided to correct itself. 

[color=ed1c24]"DANNY, GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER!"[/color]

My eyes shot open, the world a haze, but my ears could make out the sound of people screaming and cheering. Misty's voice felt the loudest, a voice I remembered, a voice that woke me up from my delusion. The taste of iron was strong, blood pooling into my mouth, and running down my face. Warmth was all I felt, a warmth that reminded me of her. My mind wandered, over and over before another fist collided with my jaw, waking me from my stupor. I focused my vision, seeing the world around me clear as day. Twelve men stood before me, angry, rowdy, fists raised toward me. I had entered this pit for a reason, to feel pain, to let out my rage. I wanted this. I wanted to hurt.

[color=007236]"Colleen."[/color]

Pain swelled in face as another fist struck me right above my left eye. 

[color=007236]"Orson."[/color]

A kick to the midsection. This pain was nothing in comparison to what I was feeling. Was this all these men were capable of? My training in K'un L'un was worse than this. Could they not make me forget? No. They weren't worth it. I wouldn't fall to these idiots, these jive turkeys as Luke once called them. I always loved that term. 

[color=ed1c24]"What the fuck would Luke say, huh?"[/color]

For a moment, I could hear his voice echo in my mind, rewinding and replaying like a VCR, over and over. Why the hell should I let these assholes be the ones to hurt me? They can't do anything that I hadn't done to myself. No, these guys just wanted to fight and make money, entering shady fighting pits to make a quick buck by hurting others. They were all just like him. Just like that bastard who tore my heart from my chest, who took my powers, who took my father. It was time to cook these turkeys. 

Adrenaline pumped into heart, every beat per minute increasing rapidly, entering a state of anger that I hadn't felt since that moment. A fist came from the right, a simple hook countered by left hand intercepting it, gripping the fist of the man, pulling him forward, and the sound of a snap echoed outward. Bone nearly sticking through the flesh, the man's own scream gave a me bit of satisfaction. The rest came rushing in, their foolish attempt meaning nothing to K'un L'un's greatest warrior. I may have lost Shou-Lao's chi but, I was still beyond the normal limits of a human. The stance I took mimicked that of masters of  Muay Thai, a hard hitting style that I used with intent to end the fight early. 

"Hurt this fucker." 

My perception was honed to the utmost, my reactions still as fine as a pin point, there was nothing they could do to overwhelm me. A move of the head to avoid a punch, retaliating with an elbow to the ribs, snapping them like they were brittle. To those watching, I was a flurry of elbows and knees, breaking bones, knocking out teeth, and sending blood flying everywhere. I made it a point to not kill any of them, but they would all need a visit to the hospital. The last guy had a build that didn't match the previous fighters, his body riddled with veins, and muscles that only came from strenuous exercise. He was quick too, nearly catching me a few times, a fast jab leading into a combination. Unfortunately for him I was quicker, head avoiding every punch, taking every kick by hardening the points of contact. Eventually I found the opening, striking his shin with my own, nearly snapping it in two. I quickly drove a knee into his face, busting open his nose, and sending his consciousness on a vacation. I refuse to lose to anyone before I could get my hands on Davos. 

"AND THE WINNER IS DANNY RAND!" 

I didn't care bout the recognition. I didn't care about whatever praise would be placed upon me for beating twelve men. I just wanted to get out of there and I made sure they all knew it. I was so tired, blood dripped from blood stained warps on my hands, my nose and lip busted from the repeated blunt force trauma, and all I wanted to do was find some peace. Pushing past the "officials", I made my way out of the place till I heard Misty's voice. 

[color=ed1c24]"Danny."[/color]

[color=007236]"Not now, Misty."[/color]

[color=ed1c24]"Yes now, Danny. Why the hell are you here?"[/color]

[color=007236]"Because.."[/color]

[color=ed1c24]"Because you're trying to forget. You don't want to face the reality that Orson.."[/color]

[color=007236]"IS DEAD! WHAT DO YOU WANT?!"[/color]

[color=ed1c24]"I want you to open up to your friends. Danny, go see Luke. Go see Colleen."[/color]

I winced at the sound of her name, my mind unable to process my emotions at the moment. I wanted to scream. I wanted to tell her to fuck off. For a moment, I wasn't myself and I knew that taking my anger out on Misty wasn't the right call. Instead I turned my back to her and walked away, grabbing my Superman hoodie on the way out. 

The streets of New York were loud with the hustle and bustle of city life, the people unaware to world around them. I threw my hood on my head, disappearing in the crowd. I wasn't the immortal Iron Fist at the moment, just a New Yorker looking for the answer of why I was put on this Earth.