WARZONE→ lincoln [2]

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SIX
DYLAN UNCHAINED
"let me be your woman"
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So far a few weeks had gone by. It was a mixture of sassy comments from Dylan, heavy training with both Delphia and Lincoln, language 'classes' from another friend of Lincoln's and some messing around. The last part was for sure Dylan's favorite. Especially if it included Lincoln. Seeing him completely out his guard down and have fun was pretty amusing to watch.

Dylan could feel the improvement she had made, and everyone else could see it. She was faster with her punches, her kicks were more precise and she was getting knocked down fewer and fewer times. Lincoln made sure to be there to either assist or obeserve every chance he got. Dylan was becoming more and more like them, but she was still in touch with herself.

Well, at least to a certain extent. It was like Dylan was finally unchained, her inner beast now being released. As Delphia continued harshly showing her different techniques and tricks that would later prove useful in combat, Dylan was learning new things about herself as well. In reality, she never knew she could be this strong while still being herself truly all at once. Dylan absolutely loved feeling strong.

Unfortunately, Dylan had been feeling a lot of other things too. One of them being wrong. God did she hate loosing an argument. Usually she rarely did. But it was like Delphia had this unlimited source of knowledge and really freaking good comebacks to anything Dylan had to say. Everytime the two had gotten into an arguement, Delphia had won. It was really getting on Dylan's nerves.

Delphia kind of reminded Dylan of Murphy, only dumber.

That was another thing the girl had been feeling. Dylan Kane was missing her best friend greatly, so much so that it was starting to affect her sleep. Of course Murphy was constantly on her mind, he always had been, but this was different. Whenever she wasn't awake, she was dreaming that he was dead, and everytime she closed her eyes, she could see him dying.

Lincoln's theory that her friends was dead was slowly starting to eat away at her, chipping away pieces of her soul in the process.

The Kane girl had yet to catch wind of her friends being at this new campsite, not too far from where they were. Lincoln had gone out of his way to make sure she didn't find out. But his behavior had sparked some suspicion in her, which was why he was currently sitting across from her preparing to tell her about it. That, and the fact that he too had noticed how much being away from them and not knowing if they were well was haunting her.

This could only go two ways.

Number one, Dylan would get extremely upset, yell at him and storm off only to never return. Or, she could be ever so greatful he told her, decide to stay and continue training and they lived happily ever after or whatever. Knowing Dylan, it was probably the first. Lincoln was hoping for the latter, though.