Silent Words

Chapter 1: And so it Begins

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-Adry E

She ignored the echoing steps that sounded from behind her, as she continued her ruthless assault on the punching bag. The anger she had been taught to embrace enveloped her heart as she narrowed her eyes at the offending object. As a weekly ritual, all knew not to bother her, unless they wished to spar.

Helpless no more, she chanted to herself. Words that shouted in her mind with every hit as she honed her acquired strength. For years she felt, hopeless, helpless and useless. Now...now was was her chance to prove otherwise.

Her punches increased in speed, releasing all her frustrations that had built up in the past week or so. She herself had gotten used to being mute more or less so why couldn't others. It was a reoccurring problem no matter who she met or where she was. Strange looks, snide comments, even glares from the more hateful bunch. Yet despite it all she was the one that had to live with it not them, so if any were to be annoyed or angered it was her. Why couldn't she be the bitter one for a change?

A large heavy hand came down on her shoulder, startling her out of her thoughts. She grabbed at the hand, in order to twist it harshly behind the intruders back, but as suddenly as it had appeared it was gone.

"You'll need to be quicker than that my dear." The deep raspy voice of her mentor, friend and leader chuckled as she spun around to face him. The man she looked up to as a father and had taught her what her parents never got to (and her aunt and uncle failed to) was standing there with an ear to ear grin and crossed arms.

"That wouldn't change much would it Tom?" She spoke in a soft husky tone, her throat already dry and hurting. Only with him did she speak with. Only with him did she try or care. The man laughed, grinning like a fool at her sarcasm. The was the leader of their pack for a reason. No matter how long or hard she trained...he was always just that little bit better. She learned not to question it, nor to test it.

"Don't sell yourself short kiddo." Tom patted her head as if she was a little pup, before walking past her to the otherside of the punching bag, holding it in place for her. With a questioning look meant to ask what he was doing there with her, Augustine bounced around a moment before battering the bag once more. Tom's strength held it in place, allowing her more punches and kicks before bouncing back once more.