Eat Me Series Part 4
There is more to Fiona than even she knows. Time ticks by as she tries to regain her mind, but time waits for no man. When they come, knocking down doors and forcing themselves into her life she finds herself once again runnin...
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"Again." Bryan repositioned himself accordingly, placing the strapped on punching mats up and towards Fiona. He was covered in equipment, a mouth guard shoved in between his teeth for him to bite down on. He was covered in a gleaming layer of sweat, his hair matted to his forehead.
Fiona dropped her foot back, bending her knees slightly, raising her hands in a fighting stance. Squaring off with her jaw, she gave him a blank stare. With a second's hesitation she ground her teeth and lashed out.
Each hit was powerful. The air around them moved too slow to keep up, the blows reverberating, the sound lost in the time. Bryan was forced back, his arms aching as her kicks and punches drilled him into the soft dirt ground. A sizeable hole had already been formed from the backs of his heels, his body trying to stay upright.
With one last twirl, and one last kick, he collapsed, and Fiona stood triumphant.
"I don't see why she makes you do this with me." She relaxed, lending a hand out to him, offering him help up. He took it. The pads that had been on his arms were cracked, the hard leather exterior warped. They had seen their end just minutes ago. He pulled them off, dropping the parts on the ground around him, their weight being lost a relief. He would have bruises on his skin, his muscles tender for weeks.
"She wants you to be prepared."
"I was fucking born ready. I'm tired of waiting."
"She'll tell you when you're ready."
Grumbling, Fiona flicked him the bird, heading off across the field to the bench that sat on the far end of the sparring field. The entire outside effect was fake, the world they were in now just a simulation designed to bring to the people a warmth, a comfort. This particular space was a park during normal hours, but Bryan had clearance to claim it for themselves five days out of the week span.
Just looking passed the computer-generated horizon, one could see the faint glow of the universe outside its grasp. The stars, the moons, the planets, the ships, the vast darkness of everything was out there. They were inside a simulation dome, one of the biggest and best, it floated in space, tethered to a massive port. A fake and glorious world.
Fiona sighed, taking a drink from her water. Her mind was wandering, reminding her of sun shine stuck between trees, eyes glowing in the distance, a chuckle brushing on the back of her neck. She ached for those days. She missed the freedom of a real planet, the uncertainty of the wild life around them.
"How long has it been?" She always questioned him of this, hoping that one day he would cave. He hadn't so far, but she was stubborn.
"You know I can't answer that question."
"I don't understand how you tolerate being her bitch boy Bryan, you of all people. Aren't you tired of being a servant?"
