Hex comes into the barracks with a bruised eye. Storm and a small group of boys form a circle around him when he comes and sits on his bed. I climb into my bed and start to fade off to sleep.
Henry isn't in my nightmare tonight. Tonight I dream about blood. I remember how is coated my body after battle and now in my dream it started to stain my skin. The red blood now would never leave me.
Hand clamp down on my throat and wake me up. Other hands have my hands and legs in their grasp. Suddenly they remove me from my bed.
A group crowds around me as I get pinned down in the mats in the training room.
"I told you to watch out." The poisonous voice of Storm hisses in my ear.
He punches me in the face and the hits me some more. I spit out blood as I take the beating from more boys. Not once do I cry out in pain. I take it like a real fighter would.
When I decide I have had enough I get out of the hands of the boys. They charge after me but I bring them down in a matter of seconds. I tie them up so they can't leave and then walk to the general head quarters.
"Sweet Jesus, what did they do to you?" General Logan says as I attempt to talk. All that comes out is mouthfuls of blood. General Hugh and General Logan follow me to the training room were I show them were the group is.
Alan stumbles over in a sleepy haze.
"I'm going to kill them." He growls as he takes a look at my face.
As I go sit in the infirmary he runs to the barracks. Oliver and Jax come back with him. They storm off with General Logan down to the training room.
I wait in the infirmary for what feels like hours. When they finally come back they are bloody and bruised.
Alan has a broken hand, Oliver needs stitches and Jax has a broken nose.
"They pulled a knife one me." Oliver says as I shake. I try to thread the needle but I'm quivering to much. Then Oliver touches me and I take a deep breath. I thread the needle an get on with the procedure.
After Oliver I help Jax with his nose. With a few arrangements it's back into place. Alan guides me what to do the whole time so finally when it's his turn I'm prepared to help.
I wrap up his bandaged hand as a new flood of boys come in. Each one is of them was part of the group. They look terrible. Some of their faces are fully bruised.
"I'll help." I walk to Storm first.
"I'll try as much as I can." Alan shows him his bandaged hand.
"After this they are going to the hells front door." General Logan means down stairs in a poor basement that nobody would ever want to see. Boys moan after the punishment and then stop because of the pain.
Alan tries to get me to put an ice pack on my face as I work but I'm working to hard and it would just get in the way.
"I'll put it on once I'm done." I promise.
YOU ARE READING
The Fighter
FantasyShe signed a draft to feed her older brother and dad. She was promised never to be picked because of her gender. But when new tactics are laid in front of her colony she is the answer to winning the world war.
