Our Generation

Chapter 1

Felix groaned, the sound of his body slamming into the mat, yet again, echoing around the hall. The small ginger girl sat above him, having bent down to check he was stil breathing.

Today she wore her simple training clothes. A white T-Shirt and her signature grey jumper, thrown to a corner somewhere. Grey joggies cut off at her hers knees, her black shoes had been slipped off at the other end of the mat. Her straggly hair put at the top of her head, the bun looking like she had slept on it. She probably had, seeing as it was only 5am.

Felix grinned up at her, despite the numb pain all over his body. She was good, he'd give her that.

He wore an off white tank, showing his slightly bulky arms. Years of training had done this to him. They'd finally grown up. Simple joggie bottoms hung off his hips, covering his bare feet, being slightly too big on him. They were an old pair of Connor's which he'd grown out of. His hair was styled as always, pushing up in short spikes to keep it off his forhead and green grey eyes. He'd aged a lot over the last few years, his nose looking bend from the times he'd broke it, freckles covering his now golden skin. He'd spend so much time training out side he could barely help the tan.

The girl had changed also. She'd lost some of the weight on her face, turning it into a more of a long oval shape than it used to be. Her skin as pale as always and still freckles, not like her father despite having his unruly hair. Her hair spilled from the side of her scalp, a slight fringe pushed to the right side to keep it off her face, messily. Her hair had also gotten slightly lighter, her eyes appeared so also. She was still as small as ever, not growing as much as the others had, despite the training. Her muscles were toned, but small and petite. Her small frame helped her in this kind of training though. Her movements were faster than Felix's clunky reflexes, her long legs never not swiping him of his feet, her long arms protecting his blows to her face and small torso.

Felix sighed at her, gripping her awaiting hand and getting ready to spar yet again. She always won, yet he didn't mind. This was her element and it was nice to see her so relaxed and calm.

"You know, we can take a break if you want" she suggested quietly, hands raising up to block her face, muscles tense, circling him like a vulture to prey.

Felix snorted, still slightly winded.

"Oh please, you just don't want to be pinned" he chuckled, copying her.

"Says the boy" she blocked his swing at her face, like it was nothing more than a graceful dance "who's been pinned" she swiped at his feet, knocking him over "34 times in the space of" she glanced at the clock "23 minutes!" She exclaimed as he pulled her down onto the mat. Quickly Felix pinned her, laughing in triumph at his struggling victim.

"Haha, the fearsome Mathews strikes again" he chuckled, holding her wrists above her head. She pouted, sighing in defeat, glaring up at him for his dirty trick.

"Do you surrender, instructor Bluer?" He asked, shifting so he was putting less of his weight on her.

She sighed again, turning her head and relaxing her muscles. Felix naturally did the same. Oh that stupid little idiot. MJ's head snapped back, eyes grinning widely at his mistake. Before he knew what was happening, she shoved hard on his chest. Felix lost his grip on her, slamming down on the mat behind him. MJ shifted quickly so she was now straddling him, putting his wrists in a similar situation she'd been in moments before. He could have easily shoved her back and kicked her head in, despite not wearing shoes. But this was not an enemy, and she just toying with him.

"Never let your guard down 'till your enemy is no longer breathing. Seriously, you learn that day one" she laughed, some hair falling from her bun.