The DT Files

The DT Files
513: Boxing Daria
by SSJ04 Mewtwo

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Warning, this is much darker than the original episode and much more serious than most in this one-shot series. Violence and hints at attempted rape of a minor are mentioned. If you don't like that, then don't read it.

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It had been a bad accident. The man was coming over to the SUV to check if the girl inside was alright or not. Before he could though, a knife is pressed to his throat.
"Take one more step and your life ends tonight." a male voice says.
"Who are you?"
"That's not important. What is important is that you don't piss yourself. That girl is mine. What you need to do is not tell the police that I've nabbed her. Oh, but I do need you to deliver two messages."
"Two?" the one with the knife to his throat asks.
"Yes, one to her family and one to a Trent Lane. Do this and I won't have to kill you later. If you don't do this, then her blood maybe on your hands."
"I understand."
"Good."

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'Yes, this was a very intelligent decision. Now, I got mom's car into a wreck.' Daria thinks shaking the cobwebs out. She feels the door open and a hand yank her out of the car by the collar.
"Well, it's been a long time, hasn't it red?"
"Todd?" she gulps out.
"That's right. The one that you almost sent up the river because you weren't smart enough to keep that sarcastic mouth shut. But don't think that this is all about you red. I've got some business with one Trent Lane."
"Trent?" she asks in a small voice.
"Yeah. Lane's reputation as a knifer found its way to my ears. I don't like anyone being better than me with a blade. So, his death is business, and yours will be pleasurable." Todd says smiling.

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"Ugh, who's knocking at the door?" Trent says trying to wake himself up. He checks the clock to see that it was noon. Getting pants and shirt on quickly, he leaves his room and heads downstairs.
"I was instructed to give this to you." the man at the door says and hands Trent an envelope.
"What is it?" Trent asks.
"A message."
"From who?"
"I wasn't instructed to say." the man answers looking around. "I've got to go." he says and leaves. Trent closes the door and scratches his head.

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'I thought I was done with this.' Trent thinks after reading the letter. 'He could have just challenged me...,he didn't have to get Daria involved.' He sets the note aside and gets down on the floor beside his bed. He digs through the clutter to find a box and pulls it out and sets it on the bed. He stands back up and pulls the lid off of it. 'I just hope this is the last time I've got to wear this.'

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"Hey Trent," Jessie says coming into Trent's room and stops seeing who Trent was dressed. He was in a black long sleeved shirt that wasn't your normal shirt. This had small metallic plates that protected the wearer from getting stabbed in the heart or lungs. His gloves, while fingerless, gave extra protection to the wrists. He also had on a protective collar to keep his throat from being cut. Jeans and steel toed boots rounded out the outfit. Trent walks over to Jessie and hands him the note.
"Give that to Janie after she gets back from school. I've got to take care of someone."
"How many are you taking?"
"All of them."
"Isn't that a little overkill?"
"Read the note and then tell me that it isn't over kill."
"You want...?"
"No, I'm going to do this alone."
"Good luck man." Jessie says and Trent leaves his room. Jessie reads over the note and shakes. 'Dumb ass gave Trent more motivation to win. Hope Luigi can clean this up afterwards.'

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"Y'know, if he were your boyfriend, he'd be hear by now. Of course, my unwilling courier may have something to do with Lane not arriving promptly." Todd says conversationally. "Awe, what's the matter? Don't have anything to say?" the taunts. "I though with a mind like yours you'd put up more of a fight." Daria's semi-catatonic state doesn't allow to respond. "Oh well, guess it'll be more fun to make you scream." he says walking over to the chair she was tied to and places the blade near her left eye.
"Hold it!"
"You're Trent? I was expecting someone a bit more imposing." Todd says after turning away from Daria.
"Let her go. I'm the one you want to fight."
"Shut up and draw out your knife."
"As you wish," Trent says and throws a pair of knives at Todd. He avoids one, but the other cuts him on his left cheek.
"You can throw...,never bothered with that skill." Todd says and pulls out his switch blade. He presses the button and the blade emerges from the top of the handle. Trent pulls his and the blade comes out from the side of the handle. The two circle each other trying to find weaknesses in their opponent's defenses. Trent pulls out another throwing knife and throws it. Todd moves, but that had been a distraction as Trent charges and cuts into Todd's other cheek.
"Wanna give up?"
"Just because you nicked me doesn't mean you've won." Todd spits and charges. He stabs right for Trent's heart, but the knife bounces off the metal protection. Trent takes the advantage and cuts into the hand holding the knife. This forces Todd to drop his knife.
"Shit!" Todd shouts and pulls out another switch blade and starts using his weaker left hand.
"If I cut your other hand you won't be able to hold a knife. Give up, or you'll end up dead." Trent growls.
"Oh I'm so scared of you. I'm shaking in my shoes over here." Todd taunts.
"Talk or fight, but don't do both." Trent spits back and Todd charges again. Trent avoids the stab and drives his switch blade into Todd's right upper arm. Todd backs off again looking at all the blood on his right arm and hand.
"You...,are...,more...,than you...,appear to...,be. I underestimated you...,but no more!" he says and charges again, but this time he aims his knife for Trent's left eye. Trent moves and stabs Todd in the chest. Todd's eyes widen realizing that he'd been mortally injured.
"Fool, you don't fight someone who enjoys this when provoked." Trent says as Todd falls to the floor of the abandon warehouse. Trent retrieves his knives and comes over to Daria's chair and cuts the ropes binding her feet and hands.
"Hey, you ok?" Trent asks. Daria looks up at him and realizes he'd killed Todd. She throws herself against him and clings to him.

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"Yeah, it's me. Listen, I'm at one of the abandoned warehouses downtown. Look for a black sedan. There's a body that needs to be taken care of." Trent says over a pay phone to Luigi. "Don't know why he cam here, but he's dead just like the others." he says and hangs up. He then loads more change into the phone and dials a number. "Hey, calm down Mr. M. She's alright, she's with me. No, I'm fine, but Todd's quite dead. Yes, I killed him. Daria's ok physically, but I'm not sure about her mental state. I should be there in ten to fifteen minutes."

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"You ok?" Jane asks.
"Tired. I think I can manage to drive myself back home.
"Na ah, give me the keys, I'll drive you home."
"Shouldn't you...?"
"Amy should be able to handle things here for a few minutes. Besides, I need a break from these people."
"Cool." he says and hands over the keys.
"You looked uncomfortable when Amy hugged you." Jane teases as they head for Trent's car.
"You sure that isn't Daria's real mother?"
"Yep. As much as Daria would like it to be though."
"Did Daria ask on her own about me giving her thirty seconds of music for that project?"
"Uh, er, ah,"
"You and your meddling,"
"Wait a minute! You knew?"
"Not as oblivious as you thought am I?"
"Oooh, why didn't you say...,"
"With that battle axe of a mother do you think she'd be able to date me? Plus, she still only seventeen...,"
"Eighteen, you slacker musician you."
"What? They didn't skip her up a grade?"
"Do you think with a battle axe of a mother she's got that she'd be able to skip a grade?" Trent smiles realizing that his own point had been thrown in his face.
"Tom better not hurt her."
"He won't."
"Hmmm," he says and leans back in his seat.

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Author's Ramblings

Didn't I tell you? 513 is an interesting episode. It starts with Daria crashing the SUV and then shows you how she got there. Nice way of telling a story. I could have continued with this, but other muses are pulling at me to write something else. I may go back and add more to this part.