The Untold

Chapter 20.

My fists are so tight I can feel the usual numbness on my fingers, as the knuckles collide for the forth time with the not so hard bone of Hyen's jaw.

After hitting his stomach, I know for sure, once he's splattered on the floor, he won't be getting up for whole 10 minutes, yet, I move myself on top of him, ignoring the cheers surrounding us, straddling his body and continuing to punch, over and over again, his unconscious face. 

He's now covered in blood, but I can still recall his usual hideous mischievous smirk, picture perfectly the annoying snort he usually has when he's bullying me. 

When he used to bully me. 

Now that I'm on top of him, ending his life and sending his pride and reputation down the toilet, I know, for sure, he won't be awakening me in the middle of the night to beat me or give me orders. 

I won. 

And that's all I can think as I hit repeatedly, completely unaware of the open wounds on my hands or how much blood has formed around my wrists. 

I don't care. Because I want to revenge myself. 

'Alright that's enough' I hear his voice, distant, but still loud enough for my brain to attach, regain conscience. 

I stop instantly. 

'He's almost dead, barely alive' Hope murmurs, standing right next to me as I get to my feet, breathing quick and deep, limbs tired, out of strength 'It's perfect, here-'

My trainer gets on his knees, beside Hyen. There is still  a whole group of trainees circling us, only now, at his presence, they're all quiet.

'Here' Hope points at Hyen's neck, where a small protuberance is pulsing quickly 'This is what I told you about. The carotid, do you see it?' I nod, kneeling beside him 'As I told you, it's a very important artery in our system. And when your opponent is in a weaker state, such as Hyen's at the moment, it's easier to reach and use in your advantage. He's lost a lot of blood, so it's pulsing quickly, making sure the blood is getting to the head- if you'd want to attack, a simple superficial cut would be enough for him to fall and bleed out in a few minutes'

I take in all the information, my eyebrows furrowed in focus. 

Hyen's still unconscious, so when Hope's hands move to his stomach and lift his shirt, revealing his toned abdomen and chest, he doesn't retaliate. 

'Now- please analyze his body. Tell me what you see'

My eyes scan down the full body of the teenager in front of me, tracing each movement, each shape, each muscle-

'His chest is moving unevenly' I admit, noticing the asymmetry in between the two sides.

'Correct' he nods back 'What does it mean?'

The question floats in my mind, before the words escape my mouth 'It means one of his lungs is not being able to let the air flow. Probably because the pressure is not negative enough'

'And why?'

'Because I've ruptured its membrane. Air's flowing inside' I conclude, hands on my knees 'I've broken he's rib and it's stabbed the membrane, creating a hole and letting the air slide through the skin'

Hope's lips form a smile 'Well done, kid'

I fight not to smile widely. I'm always happy when he compliments me. 

'He's not some fucking model for you to use for your weird lessons' Some girl shouts, as the rest of the kids continuously watch us, with a disturbed face.