3rd person POV:

The brutal Dragon that overthrew the Queen of England now was faced with a different challenge.

His step-sister.

Anna was on the cold hard floor, almost embracing it to have it cool down her body.

Sweat dripped from her body as she gasped for air.

Anna: I... I can't... I can't go any further...

(Y/n): A hundred burpees aren't that hard!

Arriving on the scene was Marcus with three smoothies.

Marcus: Maybe you should give her a break.

(Y/n):....

(5 minutes later)

Marcus/Anna: Can't... Go... On...

(Y/n): You wanted training, this is what you get!

Marcus: I didn't want training! I wanted to enjoy my weekend!

(Y/n): You're going to enjoy my foot up your ass if you both don't give me another twenty!

With the remaining strength, they had, they attempted to continue.

(Y/n):(mind) Morons.

(Y/n):(sips smoothie)

(Minutes later)

Marcus, Anna, and (Y/n) were on a bench, watching the scenery.

Anna:(pant) When I asked if you could tell me how you could be so...(pant)

Anna: "Brutal", I meant, can you tell me about it.

(Y/n): Did you like the exercise I put you through?

Anna: No.

Marcus: I second that!

(Y/n): Did you get annoyed with me making you do it?

Anna: Kinda...

(Y/n): Kinda? If it wasn't that bad then do it again.

Anna: No no! Of course, I was annoyed.

Anna: I didn't want training, I wanted information.

(Y/n):(wicked chuckle) Pissed you off, didn't I?

Anna: In a matter of speaking... Y-yes.

(Y/n): That's how I can be so awesome.

(Y/n): The world pisses me off!

(Y/n): It doesn't give a shit about you, It'll take what it wants from you, just to laugh and watch you suffer.

(Y/n): Being good or in other words, lame is a waste of time.

(Y/n): What do you do when someone takes something from you?

Anna: C-call the police...?

Marcus: Oh boy...

(Y/n):.... I'm going pretend I didn't hear that.

(Y/n): When someone takes something of yours, you take it back and beat the shit out of them so they don't do it again.

Anna: What if you can't take it back?

(Y/n): Then take something of equal value from them.

Anna: Can't you just talk with them?

Marcus: Oh Anna...

Anna: W-what?

Marcus: Listen, the world isn't that nice.

Marcus: If talking was an option then you'd have to do it at the very start.

Marcus: Using his example, if someone takes something then the time for talk is over.

Marcus: At least based on (Y/n) philosophy.

Anna: So if someone accidentally takes my eraser, you're saying I should beat them up?

(Y/n): Eh. If you already hospitalized the punk once, then threats work as well.

Anna: That's so mean for something so little!

(Y/n): It's the perfect response.

(Y/n): First, it's your eraser, then they'll get confident and try to take something bigger.

(Y/n): Your pen, then maybe your car, or even your vibrator.

Anna:(heavy blush) W-WHAT!?

Anna:(heavy blush) I-I-I don't have anything like that!!

(Y/n): I've seen it on your bed.

Anna:!?

Marcus: Go on~

Anna: Why were you in my room!?

(Y/n): Something about looking for you because of Dianna.

Anna: AAAGHH!

Anna:(sigh)

Anna: I-It doesn't matter... You saw wrong.

(Y/n): I didn't.

Anna: You did! You're wrong! And your philosophy is wrong!

Standing up, the angry stepsister of Jason stomps her feet as she leaves.

Marcus: Wow, you really pissed her off.

Marcus: Didn't think she could get that angry.

(Y/n): Who gives a shit.

Marcus: So did you really see her "toy"? I'd had pegged her as a finger lady.

(Y/n):....?

Marcus: What?

(Y/n):....

Marcus:... So, what now? Are you going to apologize to her?

Marcus/(Y/n): Pfffft HAHAHAHAHA!

(Y/n): Good one.

Marcus: Thanks. It was hard to keep a straight face while saying that.

(Y/n): Me, genuinely apologizing. Ha!

(Y/n): Ahh... Might as well finish the chat about why I'm so awesome.

Marcus: I'd join you, but my legs are too sore to walk.

(Y/n): Sucks to be you.

Getting up himself, the Hellspawn left in search of his stepsister.

To say he searched long and hard would be a lie. It took him 5 minutes to locate her.

Anna: Go away!

(Y/n): Fuck off. I do what I want.

(Y/n): Besides, we're not done talking about why I'm awesome as hell.

Anna: No rules, hurting people over the smallest things...

Anna: I don't want to live like that.

(Y/n): That's how I live. I ain't telling you how you should live.

Anna:!

Anna: Uh... Right...

(Y/n): And another thing. What's this about no rules. I have rules.

Anna: You do? What are they?

(Y/n): What's it to you!?

Anna: I'm just curious...

(Y/n): My rules are simple.

(Y/n): Rule one, fuck the world, do whatever you want.

(Y/n): Rule two, fuck people, but if they annoy you, introduced them to rule three.

(Y/n): Rule three, beat the shit out of anybody who annoys you.

Anna:...

Anna: Is that really it?

(Y/n): The world doesn't care about you. So why bother caring about it?

Placing his hand on Anna's head then rustled her hair.

(Y/n): Remember one thing, the same thing I always say.

(Y/n): Do what you want.

Leaving Anna to her thoughts, she pondered about what he said.

Anna:(mind) Is what I want, what is needed.

Looking out to the horizon with this dilemma, Anna could only think.

In the US, the leader of Rum was sitting in his chair, relaxing as he watches a fight between two men.

Adam: Hehe... 200000 bonus to the one who snaps the others leg first!

Men:!!?

The men took one look at each other before going all out to try the break the other leg.

Waltzing their way next to Adam as he enjoyed the "show", was his sister.

Evelyn: Why not fight yourself? You were always the one to brawl when we were wee little children.

Adam: I have to save my strength for my grand nephew's arrival.

Adam: If he's anything like you say he is, we're going to have a fantastic show for our audience.

Evelyn: Ah yes, I forgot I was the intelligent one of the family.

Evelyn: Your old bones will be shattered by him.

Adam: Old? Tch, you're just as old as me.

Evelyn: And yet I haven't a single strand of gray hair unlike you.

Adam: Still have more color then your damn husband.

Adam: He looks like a buff fusion of Santa and Colonel Sanders.

Evelyn:(shrugs)

Evelyn: It doesn't matter much, I make him wear outfits anyway.

Adam: Okay...?

Adam: Don't know how the conversation changed to your dead sex life, but let's get it on track.

Adam: When is Jason coming?

Evelyn: He defeated your sibling gangs, it only makes sense that he'll come after Rum.

Evelyn: So be patient. It's not like he has the money to simply buy a ticket to the US.

Adam: Fine...

(Crunch)

Man: AAAAGHHH!

Adam: Ah damn it! I missed it!

Adam: Do the other leg too!