Wings

Chapter 13

Chapter 13- Wounds are inevitable

Boy was I wrong training involved my body never endingly aching. Three days after everything, even though my body hurt I begged Asherd to let me learn something today. He had finally obliged.
I did not realize what I had gotten into. Amy who appeared, tiny, thin and innocent was a kick ass fighter. I should know. She had sent me flying to the ground, the sound of my face rubbing against the grass all I could hear. I was on the ground now, panting, covered in sweat. I pulled myself up gasping for air and clumsily raised my fist. "That's all you got?" I taunted and almost immediately, my wrist was twisted at an uncomfortable angle. I hissed in pain, throwing my leg forward to kick her. She stumbled a bit but not before twisting my wrist further, letting go pushing me and round house kicking me to the ground. "You are not killing her." Asherd growled at Amy and she put her head down submissively. " Sorry sir." She mumbled offering me her hand. Panting I took it and shakily got to my feet. My body was so beyond not used to athletic things that it was shaking like a wet cat, screaming at me to take a break. Almost as if I had voiced my thoughts, Asherd took a wet towel and draped it over my neck. I smiled through my panting and relished in the cold water and breeze that was mixing together. Spring was almost here. Soon the half naked trees would be covered in color and the smell of rain, grass and flowers would feel the air. Not that I hadn't smelt the damp grass more times that appreciated today. Asherd passed me a water which I drank hungrily before nodding to me. " Not bad today, Hope. But I am just going to teach you self defense myself so that I don't have the urge to kill Amy he said glowering at my face. I looked at him confused and wiped my face. Did I have dirt on me. I looked at the towel and gasped. Nope my nose was bleeding. I looked to Asherd and suddenly felt light headed. Asherd grabbed my body and pulled me into a cradle hold. " I'm taking you to see the doctor in the main hall. The main hall as Asherd called it was in the cafeteria area. Where most fellow fallen or allies sat and ate. The lunch hour had ended not long ago and people were busy cleaning wooden tables and wiping excess water that had splattered onto chairs. The slouching of moping and the sweeping of Brooms filled the air as I pressed my hand to my temple and simultaneously held the rag to my bloody nose. I pushed on Asherd chest and slid out of his arms, his grip still tight on my arms to keep me from falling. "I can take care of myself." I said wiping the blood off of me with the back of my hand and thrusting the towel to him. Asherd started at me surprised. "I'm not weak." I replied slowly. " I know that I may not be as strong as you, but if I cant deal with a damn nose bleed, " I scoffed exasperated. " then how can I throw a punch." Asherd leaned against the wall closest to him looking at me before he smirked and turned on his heel. " Hey! Where are you going? I don't know my way around here!" Asherd just chuckled and tucking his hands in his pockets began to walk through the halls doorway. I speed walked to catch up with him only to walk outside and find that he was absolutely nowhere. I growled angrily swinging around at the sound of footsteps. " Hey, Hope." Amy said grasping onto the towel that was thrown over her shoulder and wiping at her sweaty face. I sighed composing myself. "Can you teach me some of your moves?" I asked crossing my arms and leveling my shoulders to show my seriousness. "Um, well your nose." She said awkwardly, stopping her face wiping so that the towel only showed her amber eyes and furrowed brows. " Yes, its fine. Merely a nose bleed." I assured waving my hand dismissively. Amy nodded calling to a guy passing by. "Mike." She hollered to a blonde haired guy. Mike swung around, bare tan chest glistening with sweat. "Help me." She said simply and he glanced to me waving obnoxiously. "Heyo, I'm Mike." He waved. I waved back smally following after them.

"Throw another one!" I took my fist and dove it into Mikes chest. "Nope too late." He sang ducking as I hissed in irritation. "Come on." Amy yelled sitting on the sidelines, popping cheese its in her mouth. " Your parents are some of the best warriors we have. Is that all you got?" She jeered. Anger consumed me for all the stupid punches that I had been throwing that merely hit air. " I am not my parents." I snapped sending a fist into Mikes jaw. His casual demear faltered and he dove a hand toward mine to stop my incoming blow. I ducked and slid to the dirt pit we were wrestling in and slung out my leg trying to kick at his leg. Since I wasn't the strongest person in the world, he just was merely unbalanced before he grabbed at my arm and hurled me over his massive shoulders, slamming me to the ground. I hit the ground with umph and an obnoxious cracking sound. I bit my lip so hard that I knew that blood was trickling down my lips. "Mike!" Amy gasped running over to where we were. My eyes were pinched shut and as I opened them I saw both Mike and Amy looking at me. "I'm so sorry, Hope. Are you okay." Mike asked grabbing my hand and helping me up. " I forgot that you aren't like us..." he trailed off. I pulled myself and grit my teeth. "Everyone gets hurt." I said smiling. " But I think that I am going to call it and take a shower."