Just Get Back Up When It Knocks You Down Novels & Stories

“Do something! Please!” And something I do. With a sharp breath, I smack the men holding me back with my shoulders. They tumble backwards. But I know that won’t hold them for long. When one of them regains his balance and charges forward, I kick him in the balls. He shrieks, his eyes sagging out. A punch flung into my face. I sidestep. Whack his chin with my head. He laments, blood spilling from his mouth.

Dante whispered in my ear, “We practiced for this. Remember?” Every time he’d beaten me to the ground on those practice mats at the gym, he’d held out his hand. “Each of these losses prepare you for the one thing you have to learn. Every fall makes you stronger than the one who’s never fallen before. Get back up, face them again, and beat them.”

I remember what Hunji once said ‘the bigger they are, the harder they fall’ One hand reaches out, the other is cocked back into a tight fist. I drop my shoulders and lean back sliding between his wide stance. One claw reaches out and nicks the tendon of his ankle. He falters but doesn’t fall. I jump to my feet before he can turn and slam my bawled fist into an uppercut right between his legs. Tomislav screeches in pain, cupping the balls I just pummeled. Still, he doesn’t fall.

“Yeah, well. Fuck me for caring, I guess.” We kept running until we got around the front of the building. Among the chaos and the insanity, the pain in my back and my wrist grew. I was pissed off at the entire world. For Clint and his bullshit fighting ways. At those boys for whatever the hell they’d been doing on the football field. For that asshole that actually knocked me down. I’d never been knocked down before. Clint makes you weak. Ain’t that the fucking truth.

I stagger before my legs give way, all of my mass crashing to the ground. I wheeze in discomfort. My stomach muscles clench, absorbing the shock from the hit. It doesn't hurt too much, but it throbs enough for me to lay still on my back as an alternative to hurrying up. New note to self: do not lose focus like an immature child.

He grunts in pain, trying to get up but he holds his ribs, rolling to his side and bending his knees. His forehead is pinned to the floor while tries to get up, but falls. He tries again, standing up with his back towards me. I can tell he's got a double vision from the impact of my fist on his chin, but he tries to launch at me again, failing miserably. I turn, landing a tornado kick right to his check and sending him to the floor again, but this time... He doesn't get up.

Dominick kneeled near me… -It's ok breath just breath baby I’m with you….You are not alone, Please Mathea just breathe.” He begged me with concerned eyes his hand stroke my back, then he brushed with his fingers through his blue hair with not knowing how to help me or what he should do or say to me.

They fall one after the other as I hit and destroy them. Holding a boreback by its tusks, I rise and throw it into the air. With the boreback's underbelly exposed, I pull back my fist and punch it in its weak spot. However, as I watch the boreback fly through the air, I hear something coming up from behind me. Turning around, I see another boreback running toward me. Before I can stop it, it rams into me, knocking and cutting my jacket.

Whatever my speed, he was twice as fast until one of his punches made me fall facing the floor. His foot stepped on my back, pressing me against the hard floor. "No one is allowed to give up or get up while I am doing this. You need to get me laid." You need to get me laid. An idea came to my mind that I smirked at before forcing myself out of his grip, and rolled to the side then quickly got up and slapped him. He immediately dodged and grabbed my foot, then without any difficulty I was thrown to the floor. I never gave him the satisfaction of getting me on the floor again.

"Not so high and mighty now, are you? Obey the Alpha and kneel" I don’t react. I can’t react. I just focus all my strength on looking strong, on not breaking down in front of them. I shake my head. "No" The word barely escapes befoore pain explodes through my legs. A heavy boot slams into the back of my knees, knocking them out from under me. The stone ground rushes up to meet me, unforgiving and cold. Agony lances through my kneecaps as they crash against the rough surface. A gasp slips past my lips before I can stop it.