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ZERO | RAW, UNTAMED POWER
Pain surged through Amaia's body as her training partner's first once again collided with the girl's head, causing her to fall to the ground. She wasn't quite used to the training process yet, but it seemed that her partner was, mostly because he had managed to beat her every single time they trained together.
The brunette felt as if she could barely move, her cheek pressed against the matted ground, her arms sprawled out everywhere. Her legs felt tired and heavy, and her eyelids were already starting to flicker close. She wasn't angry at her training partner, like she usually would've been, instead she was just relaxed, being there on the ground with no one bothering her, she felt almost peaceful.
And then a hand tapped her leg, causing her to break away from her moment of piece.
"Get up, try again. You can't go out that easy or those rebel scum will destroy you." Her training partner's words weren't as helpful as she might've helped, but she knew that if she remained on the floor, many would start getting confused.
The teenage girl pushed herself off the ground, her muscle's aching with every movement, and her sweaty brown hair falling in front of her face. Slowly, she managed to get back on her feet, lazily putting her hands up in front of her face, her grey tank top sticking to her skin, her legs feeling as if they would let her collapse at any moment.
"Good, that's the first step. Now, come at me." Her training parter instructed, putting down his fists and leaving himself vulnerable. "I'll even make it easy for you."
Amaia sighed, cracking her neck before taking a shaky step forward, followed by another, until she felt herself managing to figure out how to walk again. Then, she broke into a light jog and headed straight for the man standing in front of her. The brunette's frail body slammed into his, causing her to stumble back, looking back at her partner only to see him standing there as if nothing had happened.
She tried again, this time adding a small punch to his chin, which only seemed to cause a slight blink of an eye, causing the girl to get angrier. Once again, she threw a punch, even front kicking him in the chest, but still, he stood there as if his only purpose in life was to humiliate and annoy her. She knew that if people saw that she couldn't fight, they would realise she was useless and no real asset to the First Order.
So she once more, roundhouse kicking him, uppercutting him, trying everything she could, and occasionally causing him to stumble back, even provoking him to take a swing at her, but nothing spectacular. The anger inside of her was building up more and more by the second, every time she didn't take him down, she got angrier.
Her knuckles looked like hell, her arms and legs ached, and she knew that she couldn't take him down, at least, not the way she was trying to. The brunette tried again, but this time, she used the anger that was building up inside of her, she channeled it into every punch and kick she threw at him.
At first, it seemed not even her anger would take him down, but with one last punch to the face, she saw a look of shock take over the man's face as he stumbled back. A small smile cracked onto Amaia's face, and she started to continue to use her anger, kicking him in the side, punching him on the chin, occasionally getting a small punch back, but nothing huge.
But somehow, she didn't feel as if it was enough.
Slowly, he managed to start becoming stronger, at least to her, and managed to start punching her more and than she was him. Her anger dwindled, and she felt herself on the brink of defeat, on the edge of giving up.
"Use the anger to channel something more, something stronger."
She occasionally heard voices in her head, usually just when she was in bed alone, but they never gave advice, or did anything helpful. Still, she felt as if she could trust the voice in her head, and tried to channel something stronger, but instead of gaining power, her distraction caused her to gain a swift punch to the face.
Amaia stumbled back, distraught, slightly confused, but more annoyed than ever. The brunette narrowed her eyes, furrowed her eyebrows and curled her hands into fists. She focussed on the man, allowing her muscles to relax slightly, but her stature to remain strong. She harnessed the anger and allowed it all to flow towards the man, allowing herself to give in to the power.
"L-Let me go!" The man groaned, causing her to open her eyes and look up, seeing her training partner pinned against the wall, attempting to claw at his throat.
Suddenly, she went back to her normal state, running to the man's side, laying a hand on his shoulder.
"Y-You, stay away from me."
And with that, the man stood up abruptly, walking out of the training room in a hurry, and that was the first time Amaia Sancharez allowed the dark side to take control of her, and it certainly wasn't the last.
