Chapter 2: Black

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Sorry for posting so late, I'm very busy lately with school. And thanks for reading :)

Well, there goes the chapter.

~primrose88

Well, I've got to focus. Without my knives I feel out of place. 'FOCUS! First. What did I have to do first? Focus Clove!' 'First I've got to... to... Hm... Weak points! That was it!' 'Gloom's three weak points right know are: face, chest and stomach.'

She throws a punch to my face, I dodge it. 'C'mon Clove, she's protecting her face and chest with the arms.' I get a punch in the stomach. 'Oh, it hurts. React. Think, I can only hit her in the stomach.' I throw a punch to her stomach and she groans and takes a step back.

Now she's really irritated. Her first smile vanishes, and it's replaced by a sadistic smile that promises revenge.

'C'mon, I've got to win this fight'. I take very big breath and start the game. Punch to her head. She dodges it. Kick in the right leg. It catches her and she groans. I receive a huge punch in the half of the stomach.

I fall to the cold floor. 'God! It hurts.' She comes near and near and near until she's right in front of me, while I'm half seated in the floor, next to de wall. She looks at me with that sadistic smile again. She kicks me multiple times in the stomach. My vision starts blurring and the only thing I see before everything in front of me goes black, is Cato running in my way and screaming -what I suppose is my name- and Gloom kicking me again. Then everything goes black.

...-*-...

I open my eyes, but the light blinds them for a few moments before I open can open them again.

I'm in a room with white walls, a white door, a white closet and a white night stand. I'm lying on a white bed with some blankets over my body -I bet you can't guess what colors are the blankets of- , there is a lamp in the side of the room, but there isn't any window- great. There are also some beeping machines in the right side of the room.

Someone opens the door and more light streams from the hall into the room. It makes my eyes itch, so I cuddle a bit more underneath the white blankets.

When I take my head out from under the blankets I see the person sitting next to me. Cato. He's smiling at me, and he starts laughing when I take my upper body from under the blankets. I cover my eyes from the light in the halls.

-Hi sleepyhead. What were you doing under there?- asks me Cato.

-I was hiding from the light. Close that stupid door.

He gets up while laughing and closes the door, then he sits next to me again.

-Are you happy now?- He asks me in an annoying voice.

I nod enthusiastically until my head starts aching. Then I stop and put a hand in my forehead to stop the aching sensation.

Cato stands abruptly, touches my check and watches me worriedly. I press my hand harder, trying to stop the augmenting pain in my forehead, but it doesn't stop, in fact, the pain increases. I close my eyes as hard as I can.

-A..Are you well?- He whispers worriedly.

-Yes..It's just..- I groan and press harder than before, it hurts.

-Shhh...The doctor will be here in a few minutes...Just...Shhh...You'll be ok...- He whispers reassuringly while he caresses my check.

I try to forget the pain and concentrate in Cato's hand lying on my check. He's a better friend that what I could have asked for.

The pain is starting to stop, so I open my eyes slowly and retire my hand from the forehead.

-Better?- he asks sadly.

-Yeah- I answer.

He sits down and watches me a bit letting his hand in my check until the doctor knocks in the door. Then Cato stands up and goes to the door where the doctor is standing.

They talk for some time and every once in a while both of them look in my direction. I hear parts of the conversation: 'Not much place..Legal tutors?...I understand...Would you?...Sure...Be fine?...Not...Broken...Painkillers...'.

Then I start feeling dizzy and pass out.

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I know it's short, but it's all I can do.

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