Carry my Legacy

Carry my Legacy - chapter 10

"'At your service?' Giving up so quickly, Grinsen?" I cockily smirked.

He laughed. 

He darted towards me, but this time I was expecting it. No one who has this big of an ego can stand giving up, and even though they might be, if you question them and their authority, confidently thinking you'll pull off and easy win due to forfeit, they'll change their mind and keep going anyways. We're exactly the same in the sense of spirit. 

Keeping his next move locked in my mind, I maneuvered myself outta the way and sprung off where I was resting, leaving a crack in the wall from the pressure of my boot, and becoming airborne once again. I stole a glimpse of him after he came after me, and his facial features were making distinguished angered expressions. It felt like everything was moving in slow motion. The rocks he shattered off the wall were flying in front of his face, as his previous neatly kempt hair was waving uncontrollably in the gusts of wind. He was staring at me, his eyes burning like fire, but his mouth formed into an opened mouth smirk. It's almost like I added mentos to a whole bottle of coke with one comment. Those dark green eyes could pierce my soul. 

When I came back to my senses, everything seemed peculiar. In a swift moment, Grinsen was tangling his arms around my stomach, and launching me toward the ground 50 ft below us. I had too think fast, so I made a perpendicular pillar of rock to run onto, and onto the floor to at least break my fall slightly. I ran off the pillar and onto the ground when I tripped, and fell. I felt an immense amount of pain in my body as soon as I hit the metal tiles. I groaned slightly as the pain set in. I rolled over in agony when I saw Grinsen making his way down towards my struggling body on the floor. I heard the gentle taps of his shoes as he landed on the metal flooring. I looked him straight in the eyes, defeated. I felt belittled. 

"Still think you can beat me, short stack?" he questioned. He looked down on me with his arms folded. 

"I barely even showed you my true potential, pee brain." I groaned, furrowing my eyebrows. Blood started trickling out of my eyes and out of the crook of my mouth like a stream of water. I was too irritated and pained to continue conversing, so I spit blood in his eyes as if they were words telling him to fuck off. 

Grinsen flinched, closed his eyes, and smeared my blood off his face.

He put his long legs on each side of me, bent down, and put his face a couple inches from mine. 

"Do you realize how easy it'd be to spit in your eyes again?" I frowned. 

My eyes enhanced as I continued to raise my eyebrows in irritation. 

He spoke, his voice giving the illusion of seeming raspy and smooth at the same time. 

"Then maybe, when you get better, you'll be able to handle me." as he spoke, his minty breath caressed my nose gently. 

I couldn't speak. I was too stunned and drowning in hatred for myself for losing such an easy battle. 

He then lifted his left leg over to the right side of me where his other foot was planted firmly, and then walked out the training doors. 

What. The. Fuck.

He really thinks he can just do that and get away with it? He's gonna regret getting his grubby face anywhere near MY face! I was still laying on my back with my face pointed up, staring furiously at the ceiling. I felt my face start to turn red when I slowly arched my eyebrows into a frowned state. 

Suddenly, my mind flashed back to the image of him crushing the rock wall while his hair struggles from the recoil of the wind. I never perceived his features beforehand. Black hair, some pulled back with some short/long strands falling out, deep green eyes, refined jawline, narrow eyes, etc... he's most likely a gym rat. He's a rat regardless. He works on his body when he should be more concerned about how sickening he looks. 

I rolled over and planted the palms of my hands on the floor, and strived to pull myself up off the ground, but since I was injured, the most I could lift was the top half of my body. I groaned silently and sharply grasped my throbbing head in agony. He really exerted all his energy into that back-breaking move he pulled on me. I wailed in discomfort and threw my head to the ground, but hit the back of my hand to the floor, resulting in my hand taking the impact of the force instead of my head. I took shaky breaths as I utter quiet, uncontrollable whimpers. In between moans and groans, I found myself managing to stand up once more. 

I lifted my right leg in the direction the door was seen, then my left. I underestimated my condition and about pelted back to the ground. 

I opened the bulky door and grumbled. I think I can break into a slight jog to get back to the training grounds. 

As per usual, the rest of the cadets were still expressing themselves in the form of violence they make the excuse of calling "training." 

I slowed down my pace as I approached the proximity of the blood splotched terrain. Looks like a few people had a bad day at training today. I pulled my attention to commander who was standing there with another person whom I couldn't quite make out. As commander turned his gaze elsewhere, they shifted their sights too. They were looking in my direction. 

My breaths got quick and gradually started to get heavier with each struggled breath I selfishly took in. I felt like my eyes were gonna explode outta my skull. My hands were slightly parted and shaking in surprise. 

Syiah?... Isn't she supposed to be dead?

My head shot in every direction at least 3 times trying to look for a direction to take off in. Stumbling quickly, I turned and raced towards where the barracks were supposed to be. I ran passed the mess hall, through the halls, and finally made it to my room. Slamming the door shut, I sighed abruptly and cut off my panting by swallowing the memories away. Something about looking at her made me feel the distressing feeling in my gut all over again. I shut my eyes into a squint and kept the panting quiet and minimal. 

The second I opened my eyes again, everything was slightly blurry. I repetitively quivered my eyes shut until the blurriness subsided. 

"Oh my god-" I whimpered. "What the fuck is happening to me?" 

This is a kind of suffering that not even the best of the best can manage to keep silent about. My head was pounding at the rate my heart was. No matter how many times I try to make the pain disappear, my efforts always end up in vain.

I buried my face into the palms of my hands and began violently rubbing my eyes until a torrential downpour of unintentional alligator tears came pouring out of my tear ducts, giving the illusion that I'd been violently sobbing.  

To make matters more miserable, a sudden pounding was echoing through the whole vicinity of the room. 

I violently snapped my head out the palms of my hands, so the left side of my face was facing the door that was shaking with every extreme pound. My face was scrunched into a deadly opened-mouth, teeth grinding frown, as my eyes were bloodshot red and unusually wide.

Whoever was behind the door invited themselves in and-

"Bella!!" 

I acted out of reflex and fiercely swung and doxed them right square in the face. Blood splattered the walls as they fell to the floor and hit their head on the end of the bed railing with a loud blood curdling cry. 

I froze in the position I had ended the punch in while my chest harshly, but quickly rose and fell in distress. I swallowed the lump in my throat and took time to collect myself. I examined the blood spilled where they lay covering the place on their face where I had struck them. Blood covered the walls, and the beds nightstand. 

"...bella- it's me.." 

I huffed a loud breath out, feeling my heart drop. 

Why do I always end up hurting Syiah?...