Project V (Clementine X Male Reader Book 4)

One

Your POV...

You: So the rules are...

Brooklyn: No hurting each other.

You: Then how does this work? I don't understand.

Brooklyn: If you can't do anything more, I win. If I can't do anything more, you win.

You: So, attrition.

Brooklyn: I doubt we go to the point that neither of us can go on. It's basically like how we used to do it, without all the hitting each other.

You finished moving the bed to the side. You've made a wide-open space in the middle of the room to ensure you don't run into anything.

You: So I pin you, I win.

Brooklyn: Yes, but that won't happen.

You: I haven't done this in a while. It would be like ten years in the other world since the last fight I was in. And the last one, I died in.

Brooklyn: We don't have to do it if it's going to mess with you.

She slackens a little bit.

Brooklyn: I can't go into parking garages anymore.

You: You didn't die in a parking garage.

Brooklyn: But I got shot in the parking garage and died in the car. Violet and Emma tried to get me inside of one to get to a car, I couldn't do it. I had to wait outside for them.

You: Anyway, I'm fine. Me dying hasn't made me afraid to fight. I just haven't done it in a while.

Brooklyn: It's like riding a bike.

You: I'm not so sure about that.

Brooklyn: Are you ready or not?

You: I'm waiting for you.

Brooklyn: No, I've been...

You: I'm waiting.

Brooklyn: No, because I'm going to come over there, and then you're going to have me on the ground in two seconds.

You: I'm not attacking because I'm rusty.

Brooklyn: I haven't fought anybody in just as long. Longer actually.

You: Oh, by a day, so much.

Brooklyn: Are we gonna do this or just keep talking?

You: I told you I was waiting.

Brooklyn: And I told you I wasn't coming over there.

You: Then we'll never get this done.

Brooklyn: I guess not.

She crosses her arms and puts more weight on her right leg than her left.

Brooklyn: You'll lose if you don't.

You: Why will I lose?

Brooklyn: Because I said so.

You: That's not how it works.

Brooklyn: It is how it works.

You: No.

She laughs.

Brooklyn: I thought of this, so I make the rules.

You: What's the rule then?

Brooklyn: You have to attack me.

You: But why do I have to?

Brooklyn: Because I always do, and I always lose.

You: So you make it to where I have to come at you?