Glory

Training with raw knuckles and bloody memories

I kept punching. My knuckles wrapped and sore. I kept punching. With every moment of rage and betrayal in my body. All the sore memories and aches, I kept punching.

"Great workout Cas. " Kiwi said as he walked up to me. His slim muscled physique had caught my attention but I couldn't keep looking. There was a pang of longing in my chest. Liam. I pulled my sweaty hair from my shoulder and started rubbing my neck.
I pulled my grey jacket over my sweaty body and headed for the door.
"Cas! It's cold! You might want to put on more clothes." Kiwi said. Giving me a funny look. "Maybe I want to freeze." I said. Pulling the metal door closed behind me.
It's been months since I had seen anyone but the hunters. Lydia, Scott, Malia, Kira, Stiles...Liam. I had distanced myself from them. Even in the classes we shared I was the last one in and the first one to leave. Watching them hurt. But everyone was watching them, the hunters, and whoever has been hunting us.
I walked down the long road till I reached my neighborhood. I barely speak with Chris like I used to, our small talks. I train from 5am to 7am. Then school at 8 and then training again from 7pm till 9. After my last encounter with rouge wolves I've been training non stop. I couldn't be weak like that again. Once inside I walked up to my room to shower and get ready for school. I peeled off my jacket revealing the narly scar that had formed on my shoulder. The memory of the beast throwing my knife back at me and Liam. His yellow eyes illuminating the darkest part of my memory. I walked in the shower and turned it on all the way to the heat. I stood with my clothes on. Not wanting to get rid of the cold the layed over my skin. I wanted the numb to stay. But nothing ever stays.

I walk the halls, trying to avoid everyone, even the few hunters that go to school here. I sit in every class motionless, and noiseless. I will admit I have changed since the attack. It shook something in me. The way whatever it was flowed inside me. It was unnatural. Was I turning into something unnatural?

"You've been at the bags for weeks. Take a break." Tessa said as she walked up to me. I had walked away from the bag to the cool down station. I sipped from my water bottle. "I want to get stronger." I said. "Well you certainly are. But try some combat." she said. I could see her watching me from the corner of my eye. Tessa had been hovering for weeks, watching me. A small part of me was worried she knew of what I did...could do? But she never spoke of it.

The nightmares have gradually died down. Tess gave me sleep aid to black out the dreams, but they don't block out the flash backs. Tessa motioned me to the mats. Tessa was in a black sports bra decked out in PINK. While I lounged in sweats and a jacket.  Her long pale blonde hair was tied in a high ponytail. "Are you ready?" she said. She didn't let me answer, she swung at head level, but I ducked in time. "What if I said I wasn't ready?!" I huffed. She kicked, while I blocked. "You need to be ready at all times." she said. A serious look drawn on her face. We engaged and avaded one another for an hour. After wards she grew tired and needed a break. I went back to the bags. Beating my knuckles raw.