Contrahentes - Connections, a relationship in which a person or thing is linked or associated with something else
Time - the indefinite continued progress of existence and events in the past, present, and future regarded as a whole
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Phonophobia - feeling of nervousness or anxiousness in a surrounding of loud noises.
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Chapter Eight Too loud
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THE GROUP OF THREE MADE THEIR WAY into a local fighting arena like place. Dolores really didn't know what to call it for she had never been to a place such as this one. The reeking smell of the sauce was too strong, making the girl scrunch her nose.
'Half these men are definitely buzzed.' She thought distastefully and anxiously, she felt uneasy in this surrounding. The noise of the crowds being a bit to much for her petite yet sensitive ears, thus leading to her placing her hands firmly on them as she walked beside the teenage boy.
His stoic gaze landed on her and once it did it ever so slightly softened. He watched as she shook slightly, her shoulders tense. He felt his heart tug but nonetheless ignored it. He had a job to do after all, he had no time for friends.
As they neared the ring he and Vanya watched their abnormality large brother in his boxing match. Dolores had her shutters opened widely, they were glued onto the fight that was happening.
"Look he's pummeling him!" Vanya exclaims, stating the obvious. Five himself looked ultimately worried, it didn't take a genius to know something was wrong and even if Five didn't get along with the man he was still his brother. He still cared.
"Hit me again." The blond man states calmly, although out of breath. He couldn't get the images of Allison's wedding photos out of his head.
"What the hell are you doing?!" A crowd member shouts in outrage, he was losing good money on this. Dolores gritted her teeth together, her eyes began to hurt from how tight she'd shut them. Despite the placement of her pale hands she could still hear although it muffled slightly.
The man fighting the broad, rugged blond grabbed his short haired head hard, opting whether to give him a damaging headbutt or to throw him forcefully around. He chose the latter throwing the buff Hargreeves in the direction of the teenagers and small woman.
"Oh my god Luther!" Five exclaimed growing more worried for his dimwitted brother. "Why isn't he fighting back?" The raven haired boy racked his mind for answers as to what was happening in his brothers head.
Upon hearing him the girl wanted to see what was happening and slightly opened her eyes. She squeaked in fear. It was rather silly but she couldn't help it. She bit her lip to quieten the squeaks and noises of panic. Already feeling embarrassed that this was happening let alone in public. Her father was always very careful when it came to how the public perceived him and his family. As if he wasn't mad enough about her calling him and then disappearing back at the factory this was only adding to the fuel.
