𝑮𝒐𝒅 𝑶𝒇 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆

Fight Club

AVA

"King King King" chant echo through the space as sweat trickles down from every single person pushing at each other to get better view of the fighting ring. I notice few people chanting the "King" name even when they couldn't get one clear shot of him. The sadistic sculptor has that aura to him, he attracts women like flowers attracts bees.

Lan punches the other guy whose-name- I-didn't-bother-to-learn hard at his jaw making him split blood all over the floor. The other guy comes back at my friend with full force, but Lan blocks his attack with one hand and punch him on stomach.

Mr. Punching bag swings his hand attempting for a strong blow, and this time the punch lands hard on Lan's ribs. I don't know if it is a miscalculation from Lan's part or he took the hit on purpose. Knowing Lan its probably the latter, he does have some loose screws in his head and a thirst for violence.

The next few minutes goes well balanced between the both, as they launch hard blows at each other. The crowd goes wild at every punch making it hard to say whom they are supporting. When Lan tackles Mr. Punching bag to the ground and pummels his face I couldn't control my excitement.

"Go Lan, get him. King King King" I shout at the top of my voice from the front row. Lan turns his head in my direction sending me a wink before finishing the job at hand. After two more rounds of Lan feeding his inner beast and mountain size ego the fights come to an end and I follow him to the locker room.

The room is empty except for the two of us. "Good show, Lan"

"I never disappoint" Anyone can hear the smugness in his voice from miles away. 

Even with bruises and cuts marring his face, Lan looks like his sculptures. No wonder he thinks of himself as some Supreme Lord.

"When do we start?" I ask looking around the room. 

"Now is as good a time as any" I see Lan wiping his face and hands on towel before turning to me. 

He juts his chin at the punching bag, I mean the literal punching bag hanging in the middle of the room. We both walks towards it, Lan takes hold of it before sending it my way. I barely had the time to move away before getting hit. That fucking mental throws his head back laughing like someone cracked the world's best joke.

"What the hell Lan? I could have got hurt" I spat the words at him angrily. 

"Newsflash Ava, no one in fighting ring would announce before punching you" He says keeping his focus on the bag in my hand. 

"We are not on fighting ring and I never will be" I say as I punch the bag in his direction. 

The menace sends the bag my way as a reply, but this time I stop it as I was expecting it. The next hour flees with Lan instructing me on how to throw punches.

Watch. Focus. Position. Stop. Repeat

I chant the words in my head as Lan and I fell into a rhythm. Fucking hell I never knew stopping a punching bag could take so much energy.

My arms are on fire by the end of an hour. I am totally spent but I feel some inner satisfaction and my blood hums in approval. The unwanted energy that keeps fighting to burst out of me has finally found an outlet.