The Divine Fury // Divine Fury Sequel Fanfiction

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Soo-Jin

She threw hard punches at the punching bag. At this point she did not give a shit about her technique and focused on letting out all this frustration that had pent up inside of her.

Last weeks had been hell, not just physically, but also mentally. She had found herself in a hospital without any recollection of what had happened to her. It could be considered plausible, given her prior condition, if it weren't two complete weeks missing from her memory, and also if it weren't to the fact that there was no brain tumor to cause these side effects. It had miraculously disappeared. Poof. She was as healthy as she had never been before. From a medical perspective that was impossible.

To top that there were also the strange circumstances of her admission to the hospital. Signs of strangling, no evidence of crime. That was all that Ji-Hoo, nurse and friend, had been able to tell her, since the medical record had, equally mysteriously, disappeared. The papers as well as the digital file, gone. From a logical perspective something like that did not just happen. It was done.

The course's trainer walked by, leaving her raging uncommented. He had probably gotten used to it since Soo-Jin had become a regular now. She needed this, not only to let out her frustration on not being able to work because of her "unstable mental state" or to distract herself from losing her apartment and her dear confidant Mrs. Kim - she needed this to remind herself that she was strong, to stay sane. Because she felt like she was one little incident apart from losing her mind.

It was the nightmares and the gossip, and those two had become nearly indistinguishable. Would she really commit suicide? No. Then why did she know the feeling of hanging from a slipknot? Would she get into a fight? No. Where did the scars on her hands come from, then? All these pent up emotions that she didn't understand, all those fractures of faces and places she didn't recognize, haunted her like demons. It scared her to the bone.

There was one particular dream that kept repeating itself: She was crouched up in a dark alley and there was a man cornering her. She would try to fight him off but he always succeeded in grabbing her head with blood-smeared hands, causing a beaming light to shoot through her head that was so intense, she always woke up soaked in sweat and with a racing heart; her ears ringing with the sound of a name, which, no matter how hard she tried, she could not decipher.

The trainer loudly clapped his hands to get the participant's attention, which brought her back to reality. The course had ended. Her heart dropped down a little but she forced herself to saying a loud "Thank you" together with everyone else. She did not feel like leaving yet, dreading the thought of going back to the dark place full of unopened moving boxes that she now called her home. So instead of following the others to the locker rooms, she greeted them goodbye and went over to the other end of the studio, where the boxing ring was located. She put down her bag in the corner and got out her water bottle to drink. It was time for the advanced courses and she would take a little break while studying the professional's techniques. The trainer of an other course she was taking walked over and smiled down at her.

"I'm beginning to suspect that you live here. If I catch you sleeping somewhere I'll have to charge you extra, you know."

"Don't get caught, noted", she chuckled distantly, focusing on the fight in front of them.

"Is it really you? Been a long time!" Confused Soo-Jin turned her head to find that he wasn't talking to her but to the man who had stepped up to them. The trainer pulled him in for a hug and they loudly pat each other's shoulders. As they hugged, the man's gaze fell upon Soo-Jin and he stopped mid-sentence.

"Huh?" The trainer released the hug, still with one hand on the man's shoulder. Worry showed on his face as he looked at his friend's frozen stare. "Bro?"