Shattered Hearts (A TMI Fanfic)

Going for a Jog

Dull thuds and loud smacks fill the air as I step into a familiar building. The floor boards creak just like they do every time weight is applied. The same people were in their same spots. Learning the same thing everyone was here to learn. To fight. Johnson's Self-defense center was a quaint family business. I had been going for a little over five years. Ever since I was twelve. I went in, changed, found my sparring partner, and trained. It was a routine one that I used as a life line. A life line I desperately needed today.

Disappearing into the womens' locker room I began changing. All day my thoughts were anywhere but where they needed to be. The result was not knowing about anything that was taught to me that day. It was easy to disguise my distance sense  nobody really knows me but of course Samantha would notice. Samantha was one of the few constants in my life. That was because Samantha knew me before, before I wanted to leave this forsaken place when we were all children and had tea parties and fought over who got the teaspoon with fake jewels in the handle.

So of course Samantha hassled me. Relentlessly asking what was wrong. Each time I replied that nothing was wrong, that I was fine. I even snapped at Sam, telling her "not to get her panties in a twist". Eventually Samantha stooped but gave me a "we're talking about this later" look.

That was exactly why I planned on booking in a couple extra hours at the center. Of course Samantha wasn't the only reason. After seeing Sebastian my brain's been in deep thought. Why was he bleeding? He said was going to deal with the person he stabbed. Did that mean he was going to kill someone? In normal circumstances it would be possible to have thought that Sebastian was involved in some gang but too many things didn't add up. Why would he promise answers if he was in a gang? He wouldn't have to. Why was his blood so different? And his eyes....why?

Just thinking about those dark orbs made something inside of me stir. With fear or excitement, I wasn't sure and didn't actually think I wanted to know. Then there was the stele. My gaze trailed to were it was still inside one of my boots. Hyper-aware that it was there burning against my calf all day had been making me go stir crazy all day. I  desperately wanted to see how it worked. How it was used but I definitely was not about to draw on myself with the thing.
Hearing the slam of a locker somewhere in the room I snapped out of my thoughts. A frustrated sigh escaping my pink lips.

Standing up I headed out of the locker room. Scanning the training area my gaze landed on a familiar person. Dark hair, tanned skin, and grey eyes. All of these were the physical features of Ross Johnson. Soon to be owner of the Johnson's Self-defense center. Ross had been my sparring partner since the day I walked through the building's door. Three years my senior and like an older brother, Ross taught me everything I know now. He never went easy on me and always pushed me to be my best. Of course we had both passed all the courses the center had to offer. Ross and I however, kept up with their scheduled meets. We were both the type of person that could handle a punch and could give one as well. Making us a perfect pair to blow off steam or practice a new fighting maneuver on.

Ross upon seeing me, walked towards me grinning a grin that could only mean one thing.

"Hey Eva. Guess who learned a new move and is about to take you down?" Ross asked.