Tried For Error

0 | 8 ~ Cayden's Otees

Punch!

Scarlett's fist returned to its original position at her side, ready for the next hit.

It was past four in the morning, she wasn't sure. Losing track of time was an easy task once her fist made contact with the ill-fated punching bag for the very first time that day. Now she wished she had her phone with her to know what time it was exactly. She had left it on her bed upstairs.

After her talk with Christopher, Scarlett tried to get some more sleep, but only to have her nightmares haunt her again. This time, though, they were even worse.

Kick!

Scarlett's foot recoiled from the powerful kick, the rattling of the chains connecting the bag to the roof echoing throughout the gym.

"What did that poor bag ever do to you?" an amused voice called out from behind her.

Scarlett wiped the sweat from her forehead as she turned around to face William," What do you want, nerd?"

"Well I was going to ask you to join me for a pleasant cup of tea, but it looks like you found something else to occupy your time," he answered her sarcastically.

Scarlett sighed," Do you enjoy raising my blood pressure, because it is really starting to seem that way?"

William snickered," Yeah right, I have second hand experience when it comes to your anger issues. I'm not stupid enough to try that. I just wanted to know if you would teach me some of those sweet moves you showcased upstairs though?"

"And why would I do that?"

"Because you're a nice person?"

She snickered this time,"I am a lot of things, but nice is defenitely not one of them. Look, I would love to help you- ha! See, that is the thing... I would hate to help you. End of the conversation."

"Come on, please!? Cayden thinks that I shouldn't be getting physical training like the rest of the gang, but what if something bad happens to me and I can't get in contact with one of you?"

"You will most probably die."

"Exactly!"

"People die everyday, William. There is no need to get all worked up about it. Yes, I will help you with some basic training moves, but I am not doing it for free. When the time comes and I need your help, you owe me one."

Her voice was firm, leaving no room for argument. She thought it over... What would she realy have to teach him? Her instincts were all she had and as far as she knew, instincts couldn't be taught. There was no way to train people how to follow their gut, they either had it or they didn't, simple as that.

Besides, did she really wish her own gut instincts on anybody? That could lead to a possible target on her back if someone knew her signature fighting moves.

She'd have too much interior of her own thoughts, haunted by her troubling capacity to grasp an evil mind. It was a hard thing to live with, but for some reason she didn't feel as worried over the images of helping William in the near future. She would be saving a life for all she knew.

William shook his head enthusiastically, a small smile working it's way on his lips.

"Good, we will start tomorrow night when everyone is in their assigned rooms, asleep. Do not even think about showing up late or wasting my time."

Williams victory was short lived, "Tomorrow night? I don't think that will be possible. James is coming back from the docks and we'll probably go out to celebrate."