Blood Fist was somewhat sad as she sneaked grocery money in the mailbox for a crippled and poor young man she knew from long ago. She hid as she waited for him to check the mail. The young man’s name was Marcus. Blood Fist use to beat him up in high school and take his lunch money because he was a troublemaker. From then on, Marcus feared Blood Fist. Even though years went by and they both grew up, Marcus feared Blood Fist if he recognized her. He knew she was a great boxer before she wore the boxing robes and gloves. Little did he know she repented of the things that she had done. Blood Fist did not want Marcus to think she was feeling sorry for him. Therefore, Marcus never knew who put the money in the mailbox from time to time.
Marcus grew sick in the cold trying to get around with a walking cane. A gangster had broken his leg, and he caught severe arthritis in it. Marcus was alone, his house was cold, and he hardly had food to eat. He had a bad cough and pneumonia. Blood Fist heard him say, “Lord, I’m dying.” Marcus tried to fight the cold wind getting into his house.
Blood Fist stood away hiding. She felt helpless and did not know what to do. She thought, “I’ve got to help him and talk with him.” She moved out of her hiding place and knocked on his door. Marcus peeped to see who it was. He cracked the door when he saw it was a pretty female and said in a weak and hoarse voice, “Who sent you? Did the gang members send you so they can jump out of hiding and attack and steal from me again? Why don’t you just leave me alone? I don’t know you, and haven’t done anything to you. Go away, Red Riding Hood!”
Blood Fist said, “Oh, I take it that you don’t remember me.”
Marcus cracked the door a little wider. He looked at Blood Fist up and down. “I don’t know you from Adam.”
“We were in high school together. You were a sophomore, and I was a senior.”
Marcus began to feel weak. He trembled a little and felt nauseous. “I’m sick. I can’t talk now.” Marcus closed the door.
Blood Fist started to walk away, but she turned back around. She knew that Marcus did not lock his door. Blood Fist always listened for sounds. She eased into his house and found him lying on the floor. Blood Fist checked to see if he was alive, and she called 911. She waited for the ambulance to get there and watched them rush Marcus to the hospital. Blood Fist found the keys to his house and locked his doors behind her.
The man that caused Marcus to be crippled was waiting for Blood Fist. He said as Blood Fist turned around, “Hey, girl.”
Blood Fist had seen this man beat Marcus before. He was the brother of one of her opponents in the past when she was the Night Stinger. Blood Fist knew he carried a gun. She threw down a smoke bomb and disappeared. The big bad gangster got mad. When he turned his back to leave, a fist was in his face. Then there was another punch, and another, and another. She hit him in the face so fast and so many times that the street fighting gangster could not see. Finally, he fell to the ground with a terrible nosebleed. Blood Fist took his gun and shot him in the leg.
The gangster cried out, “Yee-Ouch!”
Blood Fist said, “Now, I want you to remember what you did to Marcus and how crippled he is. You mess with him again; you won’t be this lucky next time.” Blood Fist walked away from the gangster leaving him in the street. She took the bullet out of his gun and through it all in the city dumpster.
