Lyfers: Amnesia

Chapter 28 - Kicks

 – Are you really that mad at me?

– Why would you ask, when you perfectly know that yes, I'm mad, boss?

– Just because-... Hey, you fucker!

Blaze retaliated to the punch that broke her lower lip open by a brutal kick in her aggressor's groin, while Claw broke the arm of another by forcing it backwards. Yes, he was mad at her. And no, Morphine shouldn't have sent only a dozen of men to face the two Lieutenants. These bastards, he thought, sending their guys to death like that... Can't wait for the big day. Once she was done with three more of them, ruining their faces with multiple backward elbow hits, she eyed her right-hand man with a sigh.

– Just because I told you to stay away from her doesn't mean you have to be this rude, Claw.

– I am not rude, you are.

– Oh, piss off. If you're so unhappy with that, go say it to Atlas.

That idea suddenly calmed him down; no, there was no way he was going to contest Atlas on this, nor would he contest him on anything else. He had learned his lesson five years ago, and never again would he screw up like that. He crossed his arms, bothered.

– I hate that.

– Get over it, already. Love's a trick.

– That's not what you always said.

– That's what I'm saying now. And-...

She did not have the time to finish her answer: two other persons arrived into the alley, and by the M tattooed under their left eyes, they immediately knew who they were.

– My, my, Lieutenant Blaze Clarke, snickered a bulk, blonde man. That has been quite a while, huh?

– And isn't it my dear boy Claw, added a short woman with a brown bob cut hairstyle. Did your balls healed since our last meeting?

– Oh, asshole one and asshole two, exclaimed the redhead, in a faked cheerful tone. Hey, Claw, get your girl, I'm takin' the cow.

– ... You are getting me confused, boss.

However, as soon as she jumped onto the man, Claw understood what she meant, and in a sigh, approached the other girl.

– Listen, Fern, I'm not in the mood, just go to-...

She stopped him right in track by sending a series of punches in his direction. He escaped most of them, blocking the others with his forearms, and rolled his eyes to the sky. The named Fern groaned from frustration, rushing towards him and slamming her body against his full force. Yet, the black-haired man did not move by an inch, frowning disdainfully at her. She could feel rage boiling into her veins, and began to raise her hand, well decided to kill him in a snap. But Blaze had been quicker: all while behind hold by the neck by the blonde, she kicked the back of her neck, so violently it knocked her out.

– I told you to get her, dammit!

– Get your cow, then.

– What do you think I'm doing!

She got out of his grasp, turning around to face him, and threw a kick to his stomach. Nevertheless, he blocked it, seizing her ankle.

– What will you do now, huh? He grinned.

– You just fucked yourself, man, sighed Claw, knowing perfectly what was going to happen next.

In a blink, Blaze had gripped the back of his neck and wrapped her legs around his waist, destabilizing him. It wasn't enough to force him to lose his balance, but it was way enough for her to swing her upper body between his legs, jerking herself behind him and landing in a crouching position. She woke up almost instantly, and threw her foot backwards, into his head. After a second that felt like an eternity, the Morphine's Lieutenant fell to the ground in a thud, unconscious. The young woman wiped the dust off of her pants, while Claw approached her, hands into his pockets.

– Boss, I need to ask, he started.

– How did I get this flexible? Training.

– I knew that. I need to ask... Why Sphinx, and not me?

Blaze observed him, and the saddened expression on his face caught her off-guard. Claw was her right-hand man, and her friend, and being totally unable to reassure him pained her... But she had to tell him the truth.

– Amnesia's rules are clear... Purebloods go with purebloods. You are a transfer, Claw, and he is a pureblood. And more than that... He's the son of a leader.

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– Down! Left! Right! Up and swing!

Sweat had formed onto her forehead as she executed all the moves while carefully following the imposed rhythm and the music. Damn it, she thought, it's even harder than boxing! If that wasn't for the money, I-...

– Hyo-Jin, smile! You don't ever dance with a frown!

She refrained a grumble and forced a smirk, even more annoyed now. Next to the three other trainees, Dove felt like her lungs were burning, as if she could faint at any moment now. The school day had been tiring, and this evening session were achieving to exhaust her. When the teacher lifted his arm up, signaling them it was time to stop, she let out a relieved sigh.

– Good job, girls, enough for tonight!

The man left on these words, leaving them there, all sitting on the ground.

– Urgh, he killed us tonight, complained a pink-haired girl.

– Yeah, I can't wait to head back to the dorms, added a blonde.

– By the way Dove, why don't you stay at the dorms?

The brunette's question surprised her, and she got up on her feet, embarrassed.

– Oh, uh, Madam Sadaaki didn't propose it to me.

– I'm sure you wouldn't have accepted even if she did!

She ignored the brown-haired girl's chuckle as her phone rang, and took it out of her jeans' pocket. The first text she received was from Venom, and she smiled at it: Family time, Blaze's house. But the second one made her gasp, and she looked at the others, dumbfounded.

– ... I guess I'll have to, now.