Kiss With A Fist

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A group of jet skis and speedboats ripped through the water with unrelenting speed, blasting heavily distorted rock music, the sound only grew louder as they drew closer, the sound trampling the water just by itself.

One figure stood above all others at the head of the boat, broad-shouldered with a strong stature, covered in bright-colored bandanas that hung like medals from his waist and shoulders.

His long fire-red hair, blown by the wind, was the only sign of him being human.

As they stared down the oncoming threat,

-"This may be our end," spoke Richard.

-“It's not,” her look unwavering.

"Nevertheless, I must apologize for calling you overweight."

"You mean a fat cow?" Her smirk unbothered.

-"Indeed," he chuckled, admiring her with great respect.

-"Well, if you're expecting an apology for your nose, you're not getting one. To be fair, it looks better this way anyway."

-"I'm sure it does."

Two jet skis rushed by, circling them like sharks.

Only armed with primitive weapons, they threw jabs and hooks as they closed in

One jumped off, landing on the wobbly door , he hissed and yelled, trying to assert dominance.

-The fuck is he doing?

-'He’s intimidating us before an inevitable attack, in hopes of catching us by surprise,' explained Richard.

-'Is he really?'

In a moment of distraction, the man lunged himself forward, waving his knife, throwing it from one hand quickly to the other, deceiving his opponent as he moved in for the kill.

-'SURPRISE, MOTHERFUCKER!' she yelled, quickly unholstering her revolver,

BANG a shot rang out

piercing his skull,blowing his brains out across the water, his body splashing in, coloring it with blood.

The captain quickly swept the knife off the floor, the speedboats hooking the door with its harpoons , reeling them in.

A mysterious figure loomed over them from above.

-"Thank god, I thought he was never gonna die, annoying little fuck." he muttered, unsheathing his sword.

-"So, who's gonna be first?"

Before the words even settled in the air, Richard leaped onto the speedboat in an instant.

-A fellow, Captain, I presume?" said the Captain, steadying his short blade.

-"AHAHAH! Call me Commodore!" he roared, before discarding his blade ,rushing in, fists clenched.

Without hesitation, the captain lunged his knife toward the rushing beast of a man, stabbing him in the shoulder barely flinching if it were nothing more than a mosquito bite. The man, grabbing Richard by the waist ,lifting him off his feet and slamming him onto the deck of the boat with brutal force.

Jumping over him, the Commodore rained down punches, his fists crashing like hammers.

-"Come on! Give me more! I want a real fight—show me you're a man!"

Richard swung his metal stub of a hand, throwing a desperate right hook knocking the Commodore across his face, setting him off balance.

-The Commodore let out a manic laugh. "NOW THAT'S MORE LIKE IT!"

He ripped the rages hiding his face,revealing it —battered and bruised, filled with bite marks, a crooked nose, and now a bleeding lip.

-"You just might be one of the ugliest men I’ve ever seen," Richard muttered while getting back on his feet.

-"HAHAHAHA!" The Commodore laughed, wiping the blood. "Good, since I’m a woman."

In complete shock, Richard stood baffled by what he had just heard.

-"Now, come on and give me a kiss, you big bad hunk," the Commodore teased—just before slamming a fist into his gut, knocking the wind out of the captain.

"The name's Muriel," she preached, grabbing him by the hair. "What's yours?Lover boy."

Richard coughed, gasping for air, a deafening bang shattered the tension.

A bullet rushing between them pricing speedboats driver head.

Blood splattered across the central console, dripping down in slow, uneven streaks the body slamming over it.

-“I think you’ve got bigger problems,” Maeve muttered, steadying her revolver, smoke curling from the barrel.

-"Hah! She's got spunk!" bellowed the Commodore, laughter booming over the roaring waves.

With a sharp stomp of her foot, the entire boat lurched, rocking violently. The sudden shift sent the body slumping over the throttle—engines screamed as the speedboat jolted forward in a frenzied burst, chaos erupting on deck.

-"Are you crazy?!" Maeve yelled as the Commodore strode toward her.

-"You don’t know the meaning of the word," she replied with a wicked grin.

Turning toward the console behind her.

With effortless strength, she gripped the engine throttle and ripped it clean out, wires snapping and sparks flying. The boat lurched violently, now speeding toward oblivion with no way to stop.

-"So, if you don’t mind," she added, tossing the broken throttle aside, "I’ve got a wedding to plan."

Heading back toward the captain, who by this point was barely standing, preparing himself for the fight to come, a nerve popped in Maeve’s head yelling out,

-'Yo, hag, let me teach you some manners!'

Throwing a sidekick with all her strength, only being pushed harder by the suit she was wearing, striking her down "

Muriel barely had time to react before Maeve's kick sent her flying, slamming her into the side railing with a bone-rattling crash.

For a moment, the Commodore just sat there, gripping the metal bars, blinking in surprise. Then, slowly, a grin crept across her bruised face.

-"Ohohoho! Now that’s a kick!" she cackled, wiping the blood from her lip. "Maybe I should take some notes on manners—right after I return the favor!"

With a wild gleam in her eye, Muriel launched herself forward, swinging a fist like a sledgehammer.

Moments before the hit made contact, the helmet switched back on in an instant cracking against it sending her flying to the other side of the boat.

As they tussled back and forth, out of the mist ahed , an enormous floating mass emerged, a collection of debris, old ships, plastic waste, rusted metal, and even the remains of abandoned settlements. It stretched endlessly like a man-made nightmare. The only remnant of the old world"

The captain quickly jumped at the wheel, it was too late. The boat slammed into the trash, flipping and skidding over piles of junk as they were sent flying out of the boat, landing on the island."

The three lay scattered across the island—the captain bloodied and unconscious, a rebar rod driven through his side, while the other two grunted in pain.

-The Commodore quickly got up, now completely enraged, she yelled, 'You ruined my favorite boat... and my future husband …'

She turned to Maeve, who barely got up, dusting herself off, “I'm going to enjoy this! “the Commodore rushed toward her like a raging bull.

-'Oh the hell you are,' Maeve snapped, quickly drawing her revolver and firing.

Bullets tore through the Commodore—her shoulder, her gut, even the right side of her chest—but nothing stopped her. As she reached for Maeve’s gun, Maeve fired again, blasting a hole through her hand.

Undeterred, the Commodore grabbed the barrel and ripped the revolver away, tossing it aside."

"With all her strength, she delivered a powerful right hook, shattering the visor and cracking the helmet. Wasting no time, she followed up with a brutal uppercut from her bleeding hand, breaking the chin guard. Blow after blow, she tore the helmet apart, piece by piece."

"Revealing her face, pure terror filled Maeve’s eyes.

The Commodore slammed a fist into her side, the sickening crack of ribs echoing through her body. The taste of blood filled her mouth—she had no time to scream, no time to react.

Before she could recover, she was slammed into the ground, gasping for air.

Then came the kick—hard and merciless—driving into her stomach and sending her tumbling across the debris-strewn ground, rolling helplessly as pain consumed her."

The Commodore slowly walked toward her, each step sending chills down Maeve’s spine. Her body refused to listen, trembling from the pain.

-“Pitiful,” the Commodore scoffed in disgust. “And you call yourself a woman?”

She grabbed Maeve by the hair, yanking her up. Her face was covered in tears and blood.

-“You’re nothing but dirt beneath my foot,” the Commodore whispered, leaning in close, her breath hot and taunting.

The helplessness consumed her, Maeve’s face flushed red with pain and fury.

-“What? What is it, worm?” the Commodore sneered, leaning in close.

As Maeve spat in her face—a thick mixture of blood and saliva dripped down her cheek.

The Commodore froze for a moment, then let out a low chuckle.

-“Back to the ground,” With a cruel grin, she drove Maeve’s head into the ground, slamming her skull against the dirt and debris below..

-The Commodore dragged Maeve up and down like a ragdoll, sneering, "I'll teach you some fucking manners."

She yanked Maeve in close again, her fingers tightening around her throat, slowly choking the life out of her.

-"You see this? This is power."

Maeve gasped for air, barely able to form words.

-"Say it," the Commodore demanded, pressing her face beside Maeve’s, loosening her grip just enough to hear her final words.

-Maeve coughed, then rasped with a smirk, "I said… fuck you."

A cruel grin spread across the Commodore’s face, a low chuckle escaping her lips.

-"Oh? We’ll see—"

Her voice cut off, confusion flashing across her face.

Maeve’s smirk widened.

Then, in a blur, a jagged piece of glass plunged into the Commodore’s eye.

Before she could react, a sharp piece of glass plunged into her eye.."

The Commodore screamed, staggering back as she released Maeve.

Gasping for air, Maeve knew she had no time to waste. Her body rebelled against her, every nerve screaming in pain, but she pushed through it.

With all her might, she lunged at the wailing Commodore and drove her fist straight into her face. The impact sent shockwaves through her knuckles as the jagged glass buried deeper, shattering further into the Commodore’s eye.

A monstrous scream ripped through the air, Maeve pressed on, clenching her fists together before launching a powerful uppercut that sent the Commodore stumbling. Wasting no time, she shoved her down to the ground raining punches with every ounce of strength she had left, her body barely holding together.

She finally stopped, gasping for air, her fists bloody, her entire body shook. Every muscle hurt like hell as she laid on top of her.

Her heavy breath echoing, a thought crossed her mind: it's over.

Then, a sound—low and guttural—rolled up from beneath her.

An uneasy chuckle shot through her like lightning.

The blood-soaked beast twitched, then lurched upward rising from the waist up, her calloused hands gripping Maeve’s shivering neck. A wicked grin reflected in her tear-soaked eyes.

-"You were fun,"she whispered.

The words echoed through her ears, her body flailing—kicking, thrashing, and throwing punches, all futile.

Maeve’s vision blurred. The world narrowed. The edges of her mind darkened.

Then—

Click.

freezing them both in place.

The cold, blood-covered iron pressed against the side of the Commodore’s head.

Captain Richard, barely standing, metal debris still lodged in his side, held the revolver firm. His hands shook, but his aim did not waver.

As he spoke

"I do."

He pulled the trigger.

The gunshot tore through the night.

The Commodore's skull burst apart, splattering blood across the both of them.

As Maeve slowly pushed the death-gripped hands off her neck, knocking the lifeless body down.

She wiped blood from her face looked up at Richard, still catching her breath and chuckled

-"Sorry about your nose."