Fates Intertwined

46. | Anger

Aurora pulled open the door to a training room. The inside was modern and luxurious, the lights overhead casting the room in a bluish-white light. Different weight equipment sat in different parts of the room. There was a wall covered in different weapons, LED lights illuminating them with a step to get to them. Punching bags hung from the ceiling. Along one wall, treadmills lined it.

It was a typical gym, aside from the wall of weapons.

Her gaze fell on a bow that hung in the wall, a quiver filled with arrows sitting on a shelf. Her fingers grazed over an arrow, the familiar feeling drawing a small smile from her.

She turned then, walking over to a bench and setting her water bottle down. She found a roll of hand tape and began to wrap her hands.

She had found a pair of shorts and a sports bra in the closet she was given. She managed to french braid her hair, keeping it pinned back and out of her face. She did a few warm ups before she moved over to the punching bag.

She swung. Fast. Hard. Swift.

She channeled all of her energy. All of her anger. All of her pain into her punches, the bag swinging from the force she used.

But with that anger, with that pain, came a face. One she remembered all too well as she begged him to stop. Begged him to let her go. To end the suffering.

He didn't care. He never would.

If it didn't benefit him, he did not care. No matter how hard you begged him. He was less a man than he was a monster.

My little experiment, he had always called. It was always the same. It was also how she figured out she was his favorite to torture. He had no nickname for the other experiments. They were numbers. But he treated her differently.

Toyed with her emotion. Tortured her for days on end. Locked her in closed spaces. Played her like a puppet.

She missed her form and slammed a fist against the bag, only to flick her hand as pain radiated through it. She snapped back to reality and moved over to the bench. She took a long sip of her water, her anxiety and anger slowly subsiding.

It was only once it was gone that she realized it wasn't just sweat that dripped down her face. There were tears.

She wiped them with a grimace. She inhaled a deep breath before unraveling the gauze and tape from her hands. She looked up as she heard a creaking sound, but when she noticed nothing out of the ordinary, she shrugged it off. Setting the wraps down beside her bottle, she moved to the wall of weapons.

There were swords, nunchucks, curved blades. Primarily sharp objects.

"Evelyn has always had a strange obsession with knives." A female voice spoke from behind her. She spun around, meeting the gaze of a woman with dark red hair. She smiled at her, her hands connected in front of her. "Hello, Aurora."

"Angel." Aurora whispered.

"I apologize for not seeing you sooner. I was dealing with business up in Tartarus." She took a step forward, her heeled boots clicking against the concrete floor as she stepped heel first.

"Tartarus?"

"It's where most of the gods and goddesses reside. Aside from the few on earth." She explained. "You do know I'm one of them, don't you?"

"Yeah, uhm, Evelyn...told me." She shifted her weight on her feet.

"I do hope you don't feel threatened by Evelyn. As much as she is a royal pain in my ass, she has a good heart." She stated.