𝟬𝟬𝟳, silver is back

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Sasha sat frozen on the edge of the hotel bed, her entire body tense as if locked in place. The air in the room felt thick, pressing down on her chest, making it harder to breathe. Her teammates sat around her, the silence so complete it was deafening-broken only by the occasional shifting of fabric or the faint hum of the hotel air conditioning.

The words Daniel had just spoken echoed in her mind, relentless and crushing.

"Terry Silver is back. And worse... he's working with Sensei Wolf and the Iron Dragons."

Her father's voice, normally steady and reassuring, felt like a hammer striking against the fragile walls she'd built around herself. Sasha stared straight ahead, but her vision blurred at the edges. The hotel carpet, the floral patterns on the bedspread-it all faded. Her hands were clenched so tightly in the hem of her t-shirt that her knuckles had gone bone-white, the fabric twisted beneath her trembling fingers.

Silver.

The name hit like a physical blow.

He was supposed to be gone. She had worked so hard to put him behind her. The memories she'd buried-shoved so far down she had almost convinced herself they couldn't resurface-came rushing back with terrifying clarity.

His icy, calculated smile.

The way he spoke, every word carefully chosen to manipulate.

"I'm making you stronger. You're too soft. People like you? They lose."

The way he had twisted her mind, made her question herself, her friends, her father.

The way he had nearly made her become someone she hated.

Her chest tightened, breaths coming shorter, faster. She couldn't seem to draw in enough air.

Voices stirred around her, muffled and far away.

Eli, sitting on the floor near the nightstand, shot her a worried glance. His brow furrowed, his lips slightly parted as if he wanted to say something-but he didn't. Nobody did. Nobody knew what to say.

The tension was a living thing, pressing into Sasha's ribs, wrapping tighter and tighter-

The door swung open.

The noise jolted through her like a gunshot.

Johnny strode in first, loud as ever, his presence filling the room with his usual swagger. His denim jacket was slung over his shoulder, and he wore a smug grin as he clapped his hands together.

"We're back, bitches!" he declared, his voice booming. "Who's ready to kick some ass and win this thing?"

Miguel and Kenny followed behind him, both carrying fast food bags and sodas, their expressions lighter, almost cheerful-completely unaware of the emotional wreckage they were stepping into.

Nobody answered.

Johnny blinked, his grin faltering as his gaze swept across the silent room. The tension was impossible to miss now. His smile faded completely.

"What the hell happened in here?" he muttered, frowning. "You all look like someone died."

No one spoke.

Daniel took a step forward, his jaw tight. His eyes met Johnny's, and there was something heavy behind them. "Johnny. Chozen." His voice was quieter now, low and serious. "We need to step outside. Now."

The words barely registered for Sasha.

She was still drowning in the noise of her own thoughts, her ears ringing. The ache in her chest had turned into something sharper, burning. She couldn't stay here-couldn't sit in this room where every breath felt like suffocating on invisible smoke.

She needed air.

Suddenly, Sasha was on her feet, the chair scraping back loudly against the floor. Her legs moved before her mind could catch up, propelling her toward the door.

"Sasha-" Daniel's voice cut through, sharp with concern as he reached for her arm.

She yanked away.

"Sasha!"

But she was already out the door.

The hallway was cold and quiet, dimly lit by flickering wall sconces. Her footsteps echoed, each one harder and faster as she sped down the corridor, ignoring the pounding of her father's voice behind her.

"Sasha! Come back here-"

No. She couldn't.

Her heart was pounding, adrenaline flooding her veins. She felt like she was being chased-not by her father, but by the ghosts she thought she'd left behind.

Terry Silver was back.

And this time, he wasn't just a nightmare.

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Sasha stumbled into the elevator, her heart pounding so hard she could feel it echoing in her ears. The door slid shut behind her with a dull ding, the sound barely registering as the pressure in her chest tightened.

The walls felt too close. Too solid. The air felt thick like she couldn't draw in enough oxygen, no matter how hard she tried. Her breath came in rapid, shallow gasps, her hands gripping the cold metal railing along the elevator wall so tightly her knuckles turned bone-white.

"Breathe, Sasha. Just breathe."

But her body wasn't listening.

The words kept looping, Daniel's voice echoing over and over again in her mind.

"Terry Silver is back."

That name felt like poison spreading through her veins. The man who had twisted her mind, broken her down piece by piece, convincing her she was weak without him. That she needed to be ruthless to be strong. His voice played on repeat in her head, that icy, smug smile-

She squeezed her eyes shut, but the memories wouldn't stop.

Her pulse was roaring in her ears now. Her chest felt so tight it hurt.

And then-

The elevator lurched to a stop.

The doors slid open with a soft chime.

For a second, the sudden rush of cool air from the hallway felt disorienting-until she saw him.

Kwan.

He was standing just outside, his black Cobra Kai jacket unzipped, damp hair still clinging slightly to his forehead like he'd just come from a shower. His usual cocky grin wasn't there. The smug, teasing expression she was used to-gone.

His eyes landed on her. And the moment they did, his face shifted.

"Sasha?"

The sharp edge in his voice was replaced with something softer, gentler-but the worry was obvious.

She was still clutching the railing like it was the only thing holding her up. Her breathing was ragged, her whole body trembling, and she could feel the sweat beading on her forehead, her vision blurred with tears she hadn't even realized were there.

She didn't answer. Couldn't.

The elevator doors started to slide shut again.

Kwan reacted immediately, slipping a hand between them to force them back open. He stepped inside, letting the doors close behind him, sealing the two of them in together.

"Sasha-" His voice was quieter now. Steady. He didn't move closer, just stood a few feet away, both hands raised slightly, palms out, like he was showing her he wasn't a threat.

"What's wrong? What happened?"

Her breath hitched painfully. She shook her head, struggling to speak, but the words were trapped in her throat.

It was all too much-Silver's name, her father's face, the way her team had looked at her when she fell apart-

Her knees buckled.

Kwan was faster than gravity.

"Hey-whoa, I got you." He caught her, carefully guiding her down to the elevator floor. One arm wrapped around her back, supporting her as she slumped against the cool metal wall, while his other hand settled lightly on her wrist, steady but gentle.

"Sasha, look at me."

She blinked, dazed, her chest still heaving for air.

"I need you to breathe, okay? With me."

His voice was calm but firm, no trace of teasing-just quiet, focused care.

Kwan inhaled slowly, exaggerating it so she could follow.

"In-just like that. Hold it. Now out."

Sasha mimicked him, barely managing a shaky breath, but it was something.

"Good. Again."

The next inhale was a little deeper. The exhale a little slower.

She wasn't fine-not even close-but the crushing pressure in her chest was starting to ease, the fog clearing just enough that the room didn't feel like it was closing in anymore.

They stayed like that for a few more breaths-Kwan steady, patient, keeping his touch light but secure.

And then, when she finally felt her breathing even out, he spoke again.

"Hey... talk to me. What happened?"

Sasha opened her mouth, but the words felt tangled, heavy, and she hesitated.

When she didn't answer, Kwan's hand shifted slightly, his thumb brushing gently along the inside of her wrist-a tiny, grounding touch.

"You're freaking me out, Sasha. Was it-someone here? Did someone do something to you?"

She shook her head.

"Then what? You can tell me."

The words spilled out before she could stop them, raw and broken.

"He's back."

Kwan blinked, confusion flashing across his face.

"Who's back?"

Sasha pressed her lips together, struggling for control-but the tears blurred her vision again. She hated how vulnerable she felt, how much she was falling apart.

But the name finally escaped, barely above a whisper.

"Silver."

Kwan's face remained blank, uncomprehending.

"...Who?"

She let out a shaky breath, frustration bubbling under the surface now. Of course he didn't know. How could he?

Sasha turned her head away, wiping at her eyes. "It-doesn't matter."

But Kwan didn't back off. His grip on her wrist remained steady.

"Clearly, it does. You're shaking. Who the hell is this Silver guy?"

She clenched her jaw, trying to steady herself.

"He... he used to be my sensei. Before all of this. Before Miyagi-Do. He-" Her voice caught, throat tight. "He messed with my head. Made me feel like I had to be ruthless. Like I wasn't good enough unless I-"

The words fractured.

Kwan's expression darkened, and for a moment, that hard edge returned-the same sharp look he had when he fought, all walls and aggression.

But when he spoke, his voice was quiet again.

"That guy sounds like a total piece of shit."

Sasha let out a choked half-laugh, half-sob.

"He is."

Kwan's hand shifted from her wrist, moving instead to rest gently on her shoulder.

"Listen to me. I don't know this guy, but... whatever messed-up stuff he pulled? That's his problem. Not yours. You're not that girl anymore, okay? And you don't have to deal with this alone."

Sasha swallowed hard, her chest still tight-but something about the way he said it, the certainty in his voice, made the weight feel just a little lighter.

She didn't say anything. Just nodded, leaning her head back against the wall as she took another shaky breath.

Kwan stayed there, close but not overwhelming, the soft hum of the elevator the only sound between them.

And for the first time all day-Sasha didn't feel like she was falling apart.

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The gym buzzed with restless energy, the air thick with anticipation as the crowd settled in for the first match of the tournament. The polished mats gleamed under the bright overhead lights, banners of Miyagi-Do and Furia de Pantera hanging proudly above the ring, their vibrant colors casting sharp contrasts against the gym's industrial steel beams. The rhythmic hum of chatter mixed with bursts of cheering, the scent of sweat and disinfectant lingering in the charged atmosphere.

Sasha sat at the edge of the Miyagi-Do bench, her knuckles white as she gripped the edge of her seat. The tension in the room felt like it was pressing on her chest, her heart thudding in her ears as her eyes locked onto the mat. This wasn't just any match-it was personal.

Demetri stepped forward, his face a pale mask of concentration tinged with doubt. His brown eyes flicked around the crowd, but then zeroed in on his opponent: Diego, the powerhouse from Furia de Pantera, a fighter known for his unrelenting precision and brutal efficiency. Diego stood still, expression cold and unreadable, his muscular frame coiled like a spring, every inch of him radiating calm control. His gaze was fixed on Demetri, sharp and piercing, as if he could dismantle his opponent without lifting a finger.

Demetri bowed first, stiff and formal, the practiced discipline of Miyagi-Do evident in his every movement. But Diego didn't return the gesture. Instead, he raised a fist high into the air-a silent, defiant challenge. A murmur rippled through the crowd, the blatant disrespect as loud as a slap. Demetri's brow furrowed, confusion flickering across his face before he pushed it aside, inhaling sharply as he dropped into his ready stance.

Sasha clenched her jaw, muttering under her breath. "Come on, Demetri... keep your head in it. Focus."

The referee's voice sliced through the tension like a blade. "Fight!"

Demetri surged forward, leading with a front kick aimed for Diego's midsection. It was a clean strike-fast, well-timed-but Diego moved with effortless speed, deflecting the blow with a sharp downward block. The crack of impact echoed across the gym, followed by a brief stumble as Demetri's balance faltered.

Too open.

Diego struck like a viper, darting in and landing a quick jab that grazed Demetri's cheek, enough to leave a red mark.

Sasha shot to her feet, her voice slicing through the roar of the crowd. "Come on, Demetri! Don't just stand there!"

The Miyagi-Do bench mirrored her unease-Sam watched with tightly crossed arms, Eli's fists were balled at his sides, and Miguel's brow was furrowed in tense silence.

Diego didn't let up. His every movement was controlled, each strike calculated to keep Demetri on the defensive. Blocks were slower now, and Sasha could see the cracks forming in Demetri's confidence.

Eli finally broke, shouting from the sidelines. "Demetri! Tag me in-now!"

Demetri, sweat dripping down his face, shook his head with a stubborn grimace. "No! I've got this!" But his voice wavered, betraying his growing panic.

Sasha's eyes narrowed, her arms crossing tightly. "Stop being so stubborn, Dem. You don't have this."

Diego's smirk deepened as he spotted the falter. When Demetri attempted a desperate sweeping kick, Diego sidestepped effortlessly, countering with a sharp spinning heel kick aimed high. Demetri barely managed to duck-but the follow-up roundhouse connected hard.

Crack.

Demetri staggered back, blood dripping from his nose as the referee's whistle echoed sharply.

"Point! Furia de Pantera."

The crowd erupted in mixed cheers and groans. Sasha felt her stomach twist as Demetri stumbled off the mat, clutching his face, frustration and humiliation written all over him.

Sam was already stepping forward, her expression tight and focused as she squared off against Diego. The match resumed, and Sam moved like a whip-fast, fluid, and aggressive. Her kicks were sharp, each punch landing with precision, driving Diego back step by step.

Sasha leaned forward, heart pounding again. Yes. That's it, Sam.

Diego finally faltered under the relentless assault. Sam landed a powerful sidekick that sent him stumbling back, forcing him to tag out. Maria took his place, stepping onto the mat with a fierce glare and raised fists.

The fight shifted instantly. Maria was ruthless, her strikes sharp and forceful, pushing Sam to the defensive. Sasha could see Sam struggling, blocking blow after blow, until Maria overextended.

Sam seized her chance.

Pivoting smoothly, she caught Maria's arm and twisted it just enough to expose her ribs, landing a solid punch that knocked the air from her lungs.

"Point! Miyagi-Do!"

The crowd erupted. Sasha clapped loudly, feeling the knot of tension loosen for the first time.

Next was Eli, storming onto the mat with fierce energy. His opponent-a towering Pantera fighter with a smug grin-met him head-on. The clash was brutal from the start. Eli landed a sharp kick to the leg, but the larger fighter barely flinched, retaliating with a gut punch that made Eli stumble back, gasping for air.

"Kenny! Tag me in!"

Eli shook his head, ignoring Kenny's outstretched hand.

Instead, he turned and slapped Robby's shoulder.

The Miyagi-Do bench froze.

Sasha's eyes widened. "What are you doing, Eli?"

Robby blinked in disbelief but stepped onto the mat without protest. His opponent was fresh, and though Robby held his ground at first, the relentless strikes began wearing him down. A final spinning kick knocked him flat.

"Point! Winner, Furia de Pantera!"

The gym exploded with cheers for Pantera as Miyagi-Do stood in stunned silence.

Miguel stormed toward Eli, eyes blazing. "Why didn't you tag Kenny in when you had the chance?"

Sasha followed, voice sharp. "That was a crappy move, Eli. And you too, Dem."

Eli shrugged, jaw tight. "You really expect me to trust him? He just got here."

Kenny stepped forward, his voice dangerously low. "Trust me to what? Not screw up like you and Demetri just did?" His words hit hard, and Sasha flinched, knowing there was truth in them.

Demetri's face turned red, fists clenching. "Yeah? Like you'd do any better? You ran when things got hard and came back now that Silver's gone-"

"Enough!" Sasha snapped, stepping between them, her voice echoing in the suddenly quiet gym.

But the tension was already boiling over. Robby shook his head and muttered bitterly, "This isn't about Kenny. I lost the match." Without another word, he turned and walked off, his back rigid.

Sasha caught Miguel's eye. "Go talk to him. You're his brother."

Miguel nodded, concern etched into his face, but before he could move, Axel from the Iron Dragons deliberately shouldered him as he passed.

Sasha's breath caught. "What the hell-?"

Miguel turned, eyes narrowed. "What was that for?"

Axel just smirked, while Sam stood frozen, guilt written all over her face.

Sasha stared at her older sister, disbelief twisting in her gut. "Sam? What the hell's going on?"

Sasha's chest tightened as she watched Miguel storm off after Robby, the tension still thick in the air. Her heart pounded as she tried to process everything-the match, Eli's stubbornness, Demetri's reckless pride, and now Axel's blatant shove.

Before she could speak, Sam appeared at her side, arms crossed tightly over her chest. Her jaw was set, lips pressed into a thin line.

Sasha blinked, still shaken. "Sam, did you see that? What was Axel's problem?"

Sam's expression didn't soften. If anything, it hardened further. "It's none of your business, Sasha."

Sasha's brows shot up, incredulous. "None of my-seriously? You're still mad about last night?"

Sam's face flushed, her eyes narrowing. "Yeah. I am."

Sasha scoffed, throwing her hands up. "Because I went on a date with Kwan? And we bumped into you? That's what this is about?"

Sam shook her head, but the tightness around her eyes gave her away. "It's not just that, okay? Forget it."

Sasha took a step closer, voice dropping. "No. Don't pull the whole just forget it thing. Talk to me, Sam."

But Sam just exhaled sharply and turned on her heel. "I don't have time for this."

Sasha watched as Sam disappeared into the crowd, her stomach twisting with frustration. She clenched her fists at her sides, a bitter taste in her mouth as the words echoed in her head.

None of your business.

It felt like Sam was slipping further away. And Sasha didn't know how to pull her back.

ASH SPEAKS!!!

came to a realization that i only have a 2-3 chapters left until part 3...

and what if i lied that sasha was in cobra kai for a short period of time in s4?🤭

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