This story is the sequel of my work Beauty and her Beast. Read it first before reading this part!!
Mary has left Nikolai and Alex in the hospital. Nobody knows about her whereabouts. She is as invisible as air around them.
So close yet so far . .
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The constant fall of snow was making everything look gloomy. It was hard to make out what is where and if by any chance you miss or got distracted by something and lost your way; no way in hell could you find it back.
A lone figure could be seen making its way towards a building. Reaching near; one can make out what's written on the board.
"Survival's Club."
The figure shivered from extreme cold, bundled up the muffler more so the figure can be protected from the harsh cold wind ready to eat its prey alive. The figure pushed open the door and almost stumbled in the room, closing the door behind and sighing in relief.
Man! It's way too cold outside.
The figure took of its muffler, coat and other warm clothing articles and hangs them one by one on the hanging rack. The only sound that could be heard other than his harsh breathing was someone kicking a bag. Sighing more, he made its way to the source of sound and stopped at the threshold of the room.
"Don't you think it is enough for today?" He said.
The other one chuckled.
"It's never enough." He received the reply.
He pinched the bridge of his noise and let out a frustrated sigh. Moving across the room; he sat down on the plush love seat placed near the big window and stared outside. The figure kept punching and kicking the punching bag. Almost what felt like eternity, He spoke lowly;
"You're not practicing."
The figure again chuckled but time it was humorless; almost dark and sinister.
"Than what the fuck am I doing?"
"You're simply hurting yourself like you're doing for the past 3 years." He said, getting up and going towards the bar in order to grab a big can of beer.
I need this in order to drill some sense in this brain.
The figure again chuckled but kept quite.
He got back on the plush sofa but this time, instead on facing the window he was facing the other person in room. The constant sound of punching and kicking was nothing new to him. No. He was use to it. It was what he does for a living. But the person right now punching is not practicing. Feeling the last of his restraints loosing, he got up and grabbed the hands of the figure.
"Enough!"
"What has gotten into you today?" the figure asked, getting irritated from his childish behavior.
"You're hurting yourself like you always do. When'll all this stop?"
"I am merely practicing. The next match is day-after-tomorrow. Tomorrow I'm not free so I won't be able to come and practice. Now let me go."
"Sit this damn ass down this instant." He almost shouted.
"Geez. What happened to you today, Dave?" The figure asked.
"Just do as you're told." Dave said clearly irritated.
The figure sighed and took the seat in front of the window, looking outside at the peace and serenity.
It's so beautiful. .
"Here" Dave gave the figure the ice pack to put it on their knuckles.
They both were quite for some time. Both lost in their own world of thoughts and memories; one sipping the beer, other caressing knuckles with ice.
"The upcoming match will be the toughest. Do you think you can do this?" Dave asked the person sitting and looking outside. He knows that it is useless to talk. After some time Dave received the reply;
"Have I ever failed or disappointed you, my trainer?" The figure asked without looking towards Dave.
He sighed; "Look. I've complete faith in you but all this is now reckless. You do not need that money. I know money is never enough but hell, you're a multi-trillionair. Fuck maybe gazillions already in you account. Why are you doing this?" By the end of this, Dave was short of breath. He didn't know why this person is doing this.
It's like a fucking death wish.
The figure kept quiet for a long time.
"As you said: "Money is never enough."
Dave simply flipped.
"Fucking bullshit. You're not letting yourself heal. This is all like a death wish. What is wrong with you? Give yourself some time to heal. Man! You're nuts."
"Time doesn't heal anything, Dave. As time passes, we simply get use to that pain. We get acquainted with that ache. Time doesn't do anything. It's bullshit." The figure said slowly.
Dave was speechless. He knew that this person is very changed but he still hoped that after 3 years, things would be better. But no. Maybe, He was expecting too much.
After long and uncomfortable silence; the person finally stood up, walked towards the rack of clothes and started getting into warm clothes.
"I'll meet you day after tomorrow at 2 in the morning. Till then." With this the figure was out in the cold like this night is what this person was waiting for leaving a worried Dave behind.
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