Write a prompt revolving around a favorite quote from a show.
‘You can’t win, so why bother?’
’To make sure you lose’
Everyone has a reason why the keep going, and or why they’ve continued pushing through even when life kept trying to knock them down. Yelena listened to this quote, and paused the show she was watching. This quote was something so simple, and yet—it hit home for her. The amount of fighting that she’d done in the past; f***, the amount she does now!
The amount of hatred the character had was like the hatred she had growing up. She had to be the best in everything and if she wasn’t she kept training until she was. So hyper focused on not dying and or not making the program, nothing else mattered. Everyone was fighting for the same reason, for the same thing—themselves. It wasn’t about anyone or anything else. Every task, challenge, recital, movie, and spar held their fate in the balance. They had no idea they were fighting to be in a lifestyle where they didn’t and would never have a choice if they were within his grasp. Even if they did—would it have been different? She didn’t know.
Remembering all that, and how her life changed now. Yelena continued to play the episode on the television. With a smile creeping on her features. Her life wasn’t about making sure someone lost anymore, it was way more than that. She wasn’t focused on making sure she would make the cut, but assuring others got out so they would have a chance too. How much a life could change---and how someone could heal knowing they’ve done bad things. Life wasn’t about holding onto the past and painting yourself to be a villain or a monster.
Life was about making mistakes and having the strength to change. Each time a step forward was taken, it was a triumph and something to be happy about. Winning and losing didn’t have instant gratification nor did it make someone better or worse. Not everything was cut and dry, and some things were easier than others. That’s what life was. At least that’s what it was for Yelena.
She viewed her past life, and her present knowing both walks of life molded her into who she was. The things she could or couldn’t control in her lifetime would always be remembered. Her wife, family, friends, team, and those still out there drove her to be better than who she was. The blonde didn’t see herself as a threat but a driving force willing to do what she could in order to get the job done. She didn’t view herself as perfect, but she also saw herself striving to be better than who she was back then. Isn’t that what mattered?
Pausing the show, she realized the very quote that would’ve driven her past couldn’t in her present or future. She wasn’t trying to win or lose, or to be the best. Life isn’t simple, it’s not handed to anyone on a silver platter, nor should it be. If attempts are made, and it’s successful—fantastic. If it isn’t, don’t give up. Stop viewing it as right or wrong—winning or losing. As long as someone doesn’t give up---
Yelena wasn’t the type to really dwell on who would enter her home. Since she got her home in Ohio with her wife, she had five dogs, three cats, and over thirty snakes. Equipped with a security system that was so advanced, it would be able to detect anything coming her way. It didn’t take long for a sensor to trip before the woman even entered the home. Whatever she was searching for, it wasn’t going to bode well.
Whomever sent her either knew the dwelling she was entering, or thought she wouldn’t risk her life to obtain the item. Sighing heavily, her eyes glanced down at her chest. She hadn’t been working in quite some time due to a surgery she was recovering from. A small whimper of Orion; one of her pups indicated he sensed something—probably an unfamiliar scent. Sending him out and risking his life wasn’t Yelena’s style. “Here we go again.” She whispered softly glancing to the pup and placing a hand on him gently petting him before commanding him to stay put.
Her alarms had a mainframe that couldn’t be turned off without the proper hacking technique. Yelena was already over the person trying to get into her home—and ultimately getting inside. Standing from her chair, she grabbed her bites and placed them on her wrist. She wasn’t planning on using them—maybe this person needed a way out of the business or would leave at the sign of life. Who knew.
Yelena had the ability to stay undetected, but what was the fun in that? Opening her door slightly, she could see her kitchen from there and heard someone whispering to themselves. Ah, that was typical for someone who was stealth-like. They often thought their detection wouldn’t be seen or heard, maybe she thought the person that occupied the residence wasn’t home. Either way, she was headed for a rude awakening.
Rolling something down the hall to hit a threshold behind the female. It was common for someone to use a deterrent before they came out of the room, even if it wasn’t—it was for her. Breathing in a moment, the blonde crouched down and stepped out. No lights were on and her monitors were turned off at this time in order to maintain some semblance of the home being unoccupied as she moved through the estate carefully. Sliding from the room she was in, and into the kitchen.
Yelena flexed her wrist to trigger the bites to turn on before she stood up between the island and the cabinets. Breathing in a moment, she pointed her wrist over to the figure that was standing close to the kitchen. “I have a few questions.” Was this the right way to do this? Probably not, was she expecting to be attacked so she could counter with a punch? Absolutely.
Either way, Yelena was going to see how this played out to figure out what her next move was. It could go a multitude of ways, but then again---Yelena was itching to attack the person in the suit. “What are you looking for? And do you know whose house you’re occupying?” She asked sarcastically, it was kind of humorous to her that someone would break in.
“We can do this one of two ways, friend.” Another unnecessary dig at the person breaking into her house. Usually Yelena was the type to kill first and ask questions later—but, things change dependent on situation and circumstance. “You can either fight me and tell me what I want once I kick your ass, or you can skip the formalities and tell me now. Up to you.”