City full of Empty People

14

𝚁𝙾𝚆𝙰𝙽 𝙺𝙰𝚂𝙿𝚁𝙰𝙺

The punching bag didn't give me quite the satisfaction i got from punching my own brother or any other man for that matter.

I looked at the knuckles on my hands, smiling at the blood draining from them like red paint on a good artist's canvas. It didn't hurt. It hasn't in a long time. I wasn't sure when it stopped hurting or when I'd stopped feeling pain, physically and mentally.

I was so used to fighting I didn't know anything else, it came naturally to me. I grew up with it like a good artist grew up with pencil and paint.

One might wonder why I compared artists to fighters. They had not little in common, in my opinion. The biggest difference was that artists created... and fighters destroyed.

I threw one last hard punch at the punching bag before grabbing a towel and wiping off the sweat on my skin.

School was already closed, but I managed to come to the training hall about every day. No one ever came here outside of class. I guess that's why they're all so physically weak.

I was quite proud of my performance at school today. Making out with that girl in front of Jazzy and her strange friend. Everything went just like I planned. I could feel Jasyra's anger within her and me, for that matter. That girl did not know how to hide her emotions.

Jealousy could be a dangerous feeling if one did not know how to control it. She certainly wasn't used to it. It was a good shot at speeding things up and getting her on her knees.

Not like... you know what I mean.

This mission did not turn out to be as easy as I imagined it would be, but I'd be lying if I said I did not enjoy a challenge.

My technique obviously worked so I had to keep it up. I had already made plans with Jazzy's horny friend and agreed on being her date at her party on friday. She said to wear something nice.

Well, I hope she liked black.

I suddenly heard sounds, which sounded like light footsteps. I decided to swiftly slide a knife in my hand and hide it behind my back.

Then I heard the main entrance door open.

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𝙹𝙰𝚂𝚈𝚁𝙰 𝙱𝙰𝙽𝙺𝚂

I opened the door to the training hall and was surprised by the presence of him there.

By the presence of his tall body and bare solid
chest. Once again, I couldn't help but notice the many scars on it. They did not seem pretty, at all. I wondered where he got them from, and what he's been through to get them.

At last, the presence of the sharp features on his face and his dark messy hair that was wetly hanging a little in his face, which must have blocked a little eyes sight.

What was he doing here?

He must have thought the same since he looked surprised for a second before managing to quickly hide the expression from me and go back to looking like a douche.

I kept walking to one of the mats, looking for my roses, which I stupidly forgot at practice today.

I could feel his gaze on me, watching me move and search. I hated that my body kept heating up from his gaze. When others looked at me like that it usually made me feel very uncomfortable.

But when he didn't keep his eyes off me, it made me feel... hot. Quite literally, to be honest.

I kept ignoring his presence and started looking on another mat. I wouldn't-... couldn't come close to him, not right now. Not after what he had done. So I had to ignore the fact that the mat he was on right now was the one I had trained on earlier. And the fact that the roses were probably somewhere around there.