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CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER FIVE
FALLEN ANGEL
"i get down on my knees for you"
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     A hard blow was landed directly into Dylan's stomach, sending the small girl flying backward. Harshly, her back slammed against a tree trunk, her ass firmly planted ontop of a pile of mud. She groaned loudly.

     "Get up!"

     It had been a little over a week since Lincoln and Dylan had arrived at the village. The night at the cabin had been one of many. The two hadn't had sex yet, don't worry, but there had been a lot of touching, feeling and kissing. And Dylan's favorite part; a whole lot of cuddling. Things were fortunately not weird between the two. The morning after their first night there had been a little odd, but the two quickly got accustomed to the new part of their relationship.

     They refrained from being too touchy in public. Everyone needed some time getting used to Dylan being there. Frankly, all of them were both suspicious and skeptical of her staying there, and the last thing they needed was to believe that Lincoln and brought her there because he was interested in her.

     The last seven days had been spent kicking Dylan's ass. Literally. This grounder girl, Delphia, was recruited by Lincoln to teach Dylan how to fight. So far, it had been teaching Dylan how to take a beating. Lincoln had been elsewhere doing whatever. Dylan was eternally greatful she was avoiding the embarrassment of Delphia kicking her ass infront of her. . . love interest?

     Dylan had been spending a lot of time with Delphia. She was pretty bad ass, just what Dylan liked in a woman. She was confident, strong, determind and very independent. The two got along great. Delphia was the type of person that usually preferred her own company above anyone else's, but Dylan wasn't too bad to hang around. So far Delphia had taken her fishing, teaching Dylan some tips and tricks on how to catch the fish with either a knife or her bare hands.

     Delphia, though a grounder with severe trust issues, found herself trusting Dylan a lot. Something between them just clicked, and the bluntness of Dylan and heavy sarcasm was very entertaining to Delphia. She saw a lot of herself in the Kane girl.

     Dylan was exasperated. They had been spending the entire day training combat, and Dylan was over it. She hated loosing and being the worst in stuff. At this rate Delphia would be destroying Dylan's self esteem by the end of the week. Delphia trudged over, smirking down at the girl. She extended her hand to the girl, pulling her up in one swift  move. "You'd be dead now." Her English was very broke and not nearly as clean as Lincoln's, but Dylan found her accent cute.

     "Yeah, yeah." Dylan dismissed, swatting her hand in the air. "I'm not too sure I'm not."

     Delphia chuckled at the sour girl. "Don't worry, you are getting better. Improve- erm, what's the words?"