Frauds

Chapter 17

The gym had a lot of things inside of it, half of it full with cardio machines, another half full of weights and machines. There was then the room in front of the gym which had the ring and the punching bags which Damon had walked into.

"Look, I can get you started small when it comes to training because knowing what might be coming next, you'll need as much as you get. I wouldn't be putting too much pressure on your left arm though, if you care about healing properly. Get up here, I'll go easy on you."

From they day he could remember, he had preferred kick-boxing over traditional boxing but it was the only option at his school. When he had time, he'd train for it out of school so he knew how to use his legs.

Pushing the sides of the ring over his head, he came underneath them and joined Damon on the floor.

The two of them got ready to fight, both taking up their ready stances.

Without a word being spoken later, they began. For the first time since the night of the sleeping pills, Damon felt powerful, like his previous strength from years of compression was finally coming back.

At the beginning, each punch was delivered with power but his speed was lacking. Each time he struck out, George easily blocked him. George got a few jabs in, one coming way too close to his wound. Even though he didn't touch the wound, Damon still cringed at the thought of getting a hit from a man of George's size and strength directly to his wound.

The next few attacks were blocked from each side and Damon could feel his speed slowly coming back to him too.

They backed away from each other, both panting slightly out of breath but without even having to wait for half a minute, Damon was ready for another round. He lunged forwards, throwing a dummy punch at his head before delivering a roundhouse kick right across the side of his torso, leading to George wincing and then guarding his right side in case Damon went for another attack whilst he had the advantage.

Damon had to give it to him, even though he was in pain, he was still managing to think straight. All those years ago, he'd nearly always used that tactic on his opponents, right until Jackie had gone behind him and his movements became sluggish and uncoordinated. 

George looked genuinely surprised, like he hadn't come across many people that could have gotten such a powerful attack on him.

"You were lucky that time, Harwood. I was trying to go easy on you, gun shot and all but I guess you won't need my sympathy."

The two were back at it again, punches being blocked and dodged every few seconds.

During their sparring, Flynn and Dawn had come in and sat down on one of the benches, Dawn holding the file they'd been looking at. They had come in and watched the first half of the fight but then Dawn said how she'd rather go and do some personal training of her own than watch Damon fuck up his wound even more than it already was. She left the room, mouthing to FLynn that she was going to read the rest of the file.

Flynn still stayed there, though, watching Damon and George fight.

Over the last few days, even though he hadn't done much investigating as per, he'd finally got the chance to read the document and look over the facts of both the medical files and the document. Watching Damon only really backed up the facts behind the document. He was a phenomenal fighter with exceptional speed and strength. Why was he not this good during his school boxing?

The fight between the two progressed further, the two of them throwing powerful blows that would for sure knock the soul out of poor Flynn. It was like watching a professional match, watching Damon and George. Damon was significantly smaller than George who was built from the years of clear working out. From the deep tan in his clear skin and his dark afro hair that had been cut short, Flynn knew he was a man that kept hygiene high up on his list.

George threw a lot of good punches which, to Flynn's surprise, Damon dodged and blocked. Some of the blocks he took with his left arm and you could see the pain in his face as he jumped back, keeping some distance between the two, holding his fort down for a second or two before his face went back to determined and he threw a good few punches of his own.

For the second time during this match, Damon surprised both Flynn and George when he drove in with a kick and a punch which George was meant to block but before he could get his footing again, he delivered a mean upper cut straight into George's jaw, knocking the big man backwards.

George recovered himself, starting a slow clap.

"When Ismail told me you were a good fighter, believe me when I saw I wasn't expecting that, especially from an injured man."

Damon just shrugged, noticing Flynn sitting on a bench from the corner of his eyes. His face turned sour when Flynn sent him a smile. He returned it with a deep scowl.

He was just about to leave before George outstretched his arm.

"Wait a second." he said before pointing at Flynn. "I'm going to be training with you all sooner or later anyways. Why not pitch the boy that busted you out of La Morte against the boy who nearly beat me?"

Damon only smirked. "I think I did beat you, George."

"Wait, wait. Just because I got them out of La Morte does not mean that I could fight Damon." Flynn said, jumping up with his eyes wide.

"What, you too coward to face me with everything you got?" Damon taunted, the meaning behind his words only truly known to him. If he wanted to beat Flynn up for his betrayal, there wasn't going to be a much better time.

Flynn didn't usually give into taunts, usually just staying hidden in the shadows when he could but recently, it'd been like he'd grown out of his shell and formed a new, stronger one. One where he was whoever he wanted to be.

There was a look in Damon's eyes, something a lot like rage and Flynn didn't want to fight him, not while he looked so animalistic. That thought went straight out the window when Damon started to close in on Flynn.

It wasn't like when they had first properly met, no, this time Damon was truly trying to break Flynn down, not make him feel welcome. The second he was in a meter radius of the bench he threw his first punch hard and square, throwing Flynn to the floor instantly.

George looked away, seeing Flynn's limp body as a sign that the punch had knocked him out. He was about to walk away when he then heard a strangled groan and the sound of the bench hitting the floor.

Spinning back, he saw Flynn. Well, he saw someone that looked like Flynn because now, his eyes has glossed over and seemed like they'd gone two shades darker. He didn't hold his body slouched and closed up like usual but he stood confident and strong, like someone had injected strength serum into him.

Flynn didn't say a word as he got up and in a movement quicker than any fighter George had ever seen before, he pulled his fist back and delivered a sharp upper cut into Damon's jaw, taking him to the ground instead.

Flynn only had lean muscle, earning a completely bewildered look from Damon.

There were no thoughts going through his head as he delivered blow after blow, bringing Damon down on his back and hammering down on his face as Damon could do nothing but give off small cries of pain.

The final blow was being prepared as Flynn raised his arm one last time, ready to truly knoeck the boy out but the half second before his fist made contact, Flynn felt himself get light-headed and suddenly, his head was about to explode. 

He rolled off of the groaning boy and gave off some kind of strangled shriek before passing out, the colour from his face completely drained.

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a/n: imagine that i started writing this chapter a whole ass month ago ;(

anybody got any clues as to what's happening to Flynn and Damon? why do both of them seem to keep defying the odds?

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