365 days of redemption

Day 17

I am gasping on the floor, after Detective Dammy has sweep me off of my feet. I blink, turning on my chest, this one, I'm totally beat. She made sure of that.

"Hmm... You are getting better." She says.

"How did you learn to protect yourself?" I ask her, pushing myself to a sitting position. I decide that asking her questions will help me stall enough to conserve my energy.

She has a melancholic look for a while, I notice only because I intend to gauge her reaction, "My Father," She says briefly.

"Up, up. On your fighting stance, again." She says to me.

A detective trudges into the fighting Arena, a smirk on his face, Detective Dammy's face tightens the more, if it is possible.

"What the hell are you doing here?" She says to him, that doesn't distract her enough though, or so o thought.

She delivers a well powered side kick to my face, I lose balance, landing on my back. She turns slightly to her side, to glare at him, briefly but that is enough opening for me.

I throw myself at her, sparing her diaphragm, before jumping on her, punching her face, without letting her recover.  She protects her face from getting hit, at least frequently.

She suddenly leans forward, using the force throw me off, she begins pounding my face, even though I know she is lenient with me. She stands up, leaving me to catch my breath.

She turns to the grinning man, watching us, "My love, you haven't lost your touch." He drawls

"I am not your love! And what the hell are you doing here?! You are not supposed to be here!"

He grins," I'm your boss, remember?"

I jump on her angry back, it shows how angry she is and I don't want to give myself time to think about what must have been the problem between them. It doesn't take a light microscope to recognise they both love each other.

I lock her, with the crook of my elbow, wrapping my legs around her. She stops for a moment, she grabs my elbow trying to loosen the grip, like she had thought me.

She begins to struggle on her feet, she goes down on one knee, putting her hand to the ground to hold herself.

Mr Stranger Detective chuckles, it seems to loosen a bolt in Detective Dammy's brain, she roars and changing the knee on the ground before helping herself up, I don't release my grip on her, still.

She grabs my elbow crook suddenly before dislodging my grip, throwing me over head to the other side of the room.

"We are done for today," she says to me." I'm busy!"

Turning to her new companion, "Better begin to speak, " she lunches herself at him, and begins to attack, he moves very swiftly, defending himself.

"Not only me, Sebastian's coming too." He says to her.

My heart stutters at the sound of that name, but what are the odd of that Sebastian being the one I knew, as low as five percent.

"Seb... What the hell is Target doing? Why is he sending everyone?" She asks looking very confused.

"A lot has happened, Dammy. It's a long story." They don't even notice I'm in the room with them.

"In the mean time," he suddenly grabs Detective Dammy, locking her hand behind her back. He places his jaw on her shoulder, she inclines her head to glare into his eyes, "Let's talk about ourselves. I miss you."

I quickly launch myself at the door, I do not intend yo wash my eyes with holy water but I intend to know what the hell is going on.

I go in search of Mickey.