Lauren looked into the mirror of the disgusting public restroom in the skatepark, her usual hangout. The skate park was a dingy, scrappy old place with an old, grizzled manager and just in front of a now polluted part of the river where the graffiti had spread past the walls of the place. The mirror was slightly cracked, but that didn't matter, "Stitches."
Whoever thought of them. Sowing your skin together like a broken rag doll. At least it stopped the gash from bleeding, in its place was a scar which ran from just under my eye to a place on her cheek which aligned with my nose. Hideous.

The fight happened around two weeks ago but Lauren couldn't forget how easily she'd been taken down. He threw small, spheres of metal at me, causing bruises, then charged at me. I examined how he was low to the ground, which meant his attack would come from underneath. I tried to jump on his back but he had turned his skin to metal and it only hurt more. But I held myself there, and that's when he used a new move. I don't know what he calls it but it's effective, spikes shoot out from random places in his body and created a spiky death trap. I had slid off quickly once they plunged through my skin. He expected that, then landed a perfectly placed uppercut on my chin. I was on the ground, it was the best I could do, I had swung punches at him but it was to no avail. I was done for, and he let me off with a gash because I couldn't just say something!

I gripped the grime covered sink rim, as I was so used to it, it no longer made me sick. A group of teens, one vaping, walked up behind me. No one really knew each other's real names around the park, nor were they used. We all made our own on entree. I looked up into the mirror to see who they were. Dash, a dark-skinned dude in a basketball jersey with black frizzy hair and purple streaks. Then there was Moon, a short, light blue haired girl wearing some kind of leather jacket. Then there was Depth Strider, who everyone just called Stray. He had spiked up blond hair with half of it buzzed off, and held a bag with the letters "IDGAF" spray painted on in red.

"Yo Drag! Zome no-body says they want kingdom," Dash said crossing his arms.

"What's the title?" I responded slyly. At this skate park, we establish leaders. Just one though, and that one determines the rules. If you're called upon to be in the leader's crew, you'd be mad to turn it down. But if someone else wanted to lead, they had to beat the current leader in a competition.

Moon blew a few hair strands out the way of her face, "Calls er' self The Rebellion. We don't got any leads on er' but, word 'round say she's pretty good. Like the quirkless Deku of skating good!"

"Yeah, and she's out there talkin' shit bout ya," Stray said while smoke billowed out his mouth.

I laughed half-heartedly, "I've been waiting for a real fight! Get my board!" I said walking out the restroom, the group following behind. I looked up to the rink, a labyrinth of concrete walls, most cut up in some way and others broken to make the perfect course. At the sides were stands that stretched all around, the place used to be used professionally, then people started getting quirks. Everyone who comes here now is quirkless and we like it that way, of course, people with quirks are allowed, they just don't come. If they did, well I'm not sure what would happen.

I walked to the platform just outside course where lots of skaters were gathering and yelling. A girl with dark red hair and some weird things on her shoulders, elbows, and knees (that looked like cavalry armor) was screaming to the audience, "The works here are not okay! Everyone is forced into their little cliques to cower before their leader. Scared into place and submission! It ends today. I say we do what we want!"
People yelled in a fury, some in agreement, some in distaste.
"Wow she's really going all out," I murmured to Dash, who smirked in response. We climbed through the stands and to a room where announcers would commentate on the affairs of the game. Moon and Dash helped me on top, of the green metal roof and handed me a megaphone.
Then starring over the crowd I screamed, "Hey!" everyone turned towards me and The Rebellion quieted down, "Listen, kid, I hear what you're saying but I'm guessing you didn't think this through."
They all looked at each other in confusion and the challenger tilted her head as if saying "What?"
"If you want the kingdom, you first gotta slay the dragon!" I jumped off the structure and pulled my skateboard under my feet to land on the stair railing. Grinding down to the bottom while people chanted, "Dragon! Dragon! Dragon!"
Once I reached the bottom I jumped of and stepped hard on my skateboard so I could catch it and hold it at my side.
The Rebellion stared in disbelief at the stunt then stepped forward, "I'll beat any challenge you got Dragon,"
"If you say so," I took a moment to examine her, tall and skinny. About all, I really needed to know to make my choice. She didn't have much muscle on her but I could tell by how her shirt rested that she had some kind of a defined torso, "Mud Fight."
She nodded and the crowd disbursed into seats along in the stadium. People cheered as we both got to our places in the rink. Mud Fight was of the dirtiest, most dangerous fight for kingdom, or leadership of the rink. Each person starts at a jagged platform in the center, then we fight. But there are conditions, when throwing punches you have to be on or holding your skateboard. First to forfeit or KO'd wins and loser has to leave the rink, so I can't afford to lose. This is the only place I can call home!
I thought back to the hell hole some call an apartment and imagined my mother standing in the kitchen. Pouring tea into three glasses as if she knew I'd be home then and there. It sent shivers up my spine, so I shook the thoughts away it's battle time!

  We both stood in position, starring at each there with great intensity. Three guns were fired and I was off. On my skateboard, I raced down one ramp to come up in a full cab. I went back down and carved along the sloped wall. The rink was really all concrete and a little poorly designed, so in a fight, you'd be testing your luck and your skill just by going places.
I got off at one of the platforms to see a flash of a crimson bolt into the air. It shot down towards me, holding a skateboard at its feet.
I looked around for something to go towards. To my right was a stairway going down towards a snake run which ran a little too deep, to my left and behind me were a load of the half, quarter, and full pipes all jumbled together in a broken concrete graveyard.
I speed towards the stairway to do a half cap where I was able to land a punch on the thing.
It swayed to the side but remained on its board. That's when I saw it was The Rebellion.
"She's gotta quirk!" I yelled and the crowd erupted in a fury.
"Get off our turf you freak!" I heard Moon scream.
We stood facing each other, me and The Rebellion. She flipped her hair and grunted, "It's about time someone showed you quirkless wastes of flesh your place! Humans aren't born equal, I'll make sure you all know that when I'm threw!" She sprung at me, her skateboard stuck to her feet. I swerved but couldn't dodge in time and took the blow. Blood trickled from my nose and without warning or time to retaliate she punched me in the back of my head, sending me forward and off my board.
Again she rocketed herself into the air and landed square on my shoulders. Slamming me onto the concrete, I struggled to stand as she lightly drove a blade lightly across the back of my neck.
"This is a fight with only strength! No blades allowed!" I managed to squeak out. For a small little girl, the armor weighed her down a lot!
"Oh I haven't hurt you with it yet, there's still time for you to forfeit,"
Fury surged through me, forfeit? Is that what you want?! I bent arm oddly to grab the back of her shirt, and I thrust my chest upward. Pulling her back and off of me. I scrambled off the ground as did she and we faced off again.
I grabbed my skateboard and charged at The Rebellion. Just as I neared her I kicked it up, trying to land my board on her head. But instead of trying to back off as I expected, she punched my board. Forcing it into shards of wood.
What?!?! She broke my board! I'm gonna kill her! I fell in front of her. She grabbed me by my shirt. She pulled me to stand. She punched me continuously. Once my eyes began to close she hit down on my knees with steel treads. Then still punched me. Pain circled all around my body, but all in two punches I felt nothing, falling on my back. My eyes closed, muffled crowds screamed around me and the Rebellion called something out, but I couldn't hear it.
I forced my eyes slowly open to see her facing the crowd at the edge of the raised platform.
Using all the energy I had left I got up, everything went silent. I trudged forward, The Rebellion still obviously talking, then once I reached her I weakly punched her in the back of the head. So she tumbled down the concrete halfpipe. She hit the ground as I fell to my knees. The only difference, she was bleeding and unconscious. I was bleeding and getting cheered for.