The Fighter

Chapter 33

The next day I grab my old belt of knives and go into a target room by myself.

The handle of a knife cools my hand as I force myself to pull it out of the belt. It's shiny melt glistens as I stare at it. Flashbacks of battle brings me to my knees.

"I can't do this. It's to painful." I say to myself. The knife sits beside me as I find my happy place. I find my strength as I hold the knife in my hand again.

"Let's try this again." I stand up and look start up the moving targets.

My aim seems to almost have gotten better. I don't know how it's possible because I had perfect aim before but when ever I throw the knives now they reach the targets faster. I can predict what's going to happen before it even does it. If I predict wrong, I quickly make up for my mistake.

Once I'm done the door swings up from behind me. My instinct makes me search for a knife to throw to protect my self but there are no more on my belt.

"It's just me!" Oliver says noticing that I'm searching for protection.

"I must be going crazy." I say dragging myself out of a flashback.

"No, it's normal." Oliver says as he walks to me.

I pull him into a kiss. His lips play around with mine until somebody clears their throat from behind us. Hex Walters stands in the door eat with Jax.

"General Hugh has ordered Hex to work with Scarlett for hand to hand combat training." Jax shoves Hex inside. Oliver walks out with Jax.

I take Hex to the mats to start teaching him some things. I start off with him punching a punching bag.

"Lift your arms up more and hit with more power." I point out to him. He some what takes my advice. He works hard but he's my getting anywhere.

"Hold on, watch me." I stop him and direct him to watch how I hit. After a few forceful hits the punching bag burst open, spilling all over the floor.

"Break the punching bag." I say as he scowls.

"I don't need a girl showing me up!" He yells as he hits harder.

The bag burst open and falls to the floor. He pulls back and stomps away from the bag.

"Good job, private." I say as he angrily paces back and forth. He doesn't stop until I step in front of him.

"Stop it," I demand. My voice is low but harsh.

"Move out of my way." He growls and steps around me.

When he turns back around I trip him up and pin him down on the ground.

"Why are you pacing around like that?" I yell.

"I don't need you teaching me! I hate you!" He spits on me. Before I can stop myself my fist connects with his face.

Blood pours on to my hand from his nose. Seeing the bright red fluid scares me. Flashbacks cloud my sight as I scramble of of Hex. All I see is all the blood I saw during war. I feel like I'm covered in the gooeyness. I scream as I try to get the red off my hands but it won't come off.