The Crimson Monster

Flash

"Your problem is that you're too thin, lanky." I picked up Jordan's arm.

"Hey! I have muscles." He argued, pulling his arm out of my grip.

"Those baby muscles? I had those when I was 6."

Jordan had asked me to teach him to fight better, It took some convincing on his part, but I gave in eventually.

Today is our first session.

"So what? You want me to work out?"

I sighed. "No matter how much you work out, the result will still be the same."

"Then what?" He pushed his bangs out of his eyes.

"Eat."

"I'm sorry, what?"

"I said eat. Put on some weight."

"I agree with that." Mason pushed his way into our conversation.

He was sitting on a stool, observing us.

"Whatever." Jordan frowned.

"You could work on his kicks though Katelyn, they're pretty good."

"Ah yeah. I've noticed that too. More like, this guy really fights like a girl."

Mason started laughing. "You're a girl too."

I smirked. "I'm a strong one."

"But isn't calling your own gender weak kinda bad? Sexist even?" Jordan pulled his school blazer over his shirt.

Mason stood up and walked out the door, tired of the conversation.

"I call them weak because they are. But if I see a girl defeat a formidable opponent, I'll aknowledge the fact that she's strong. It's always about who deserves the recognition."

As I said those words, her image flashed through my head.

"Hey, you okay?" Jordan stood in front of me, gripping my shoulders.

"I'm fine." I flung his hands off with my own. "I wasn't even faint or anything."

"No but, your expression kinda changed."

Sighing, I talked some sense into him and myself. "Isn't that a given? I am only human."