Two Worlds V

XII

Vincent...

I pulled myself up on a bar and then let myself down easy, doing pull ups. Guy watched me as I went. He took off his hoodie and jumped up onto the bar with me. He started pulling himself up, straining his muscles a little more than needed. I let myself hang.

"Just calm down." I told him, and he looked at me, stopping as I dropped to the ground. I put my hands on my hips, "Relax, your muscles'll cramp if you keep doing that."

He nodded and relaxed as he kept going. I sat on the floor and laid my legs out in front of me, stretching out. I touched my toes and stayed there for a bit.

"So what do you train yourself in?" My father asked from the doorway. I looked to him, standing in the doorway, and sat up straight, then looked to Guy who had his headphones in as he kept going. I looked back to my father, "Muscularity or flexibility?" I looked away. He sighed, "I just want to get to know you,"

"A little too late for that now," I said, getting up and stretching my arms.

"How is it too late?" He asked as I turned my back to him, "So it's true, you're a full demon." He said, probably looking at the tattoo of demon wings I had on my back like every other demon. I got into my jacket pocket and pulled out gloves I used, "Have you been in America since I had been captured?"

"I came here 3 months ago." I told him.

I rolled my shoulders back as I looked at several bars I had set up, each at different heights. I cracked my knuckles and stretched myself as I rolled my head around.

He went quiet before looking at me, "Did you learn those things from being,"

"An assassin?" I cut him off, then shook my head, "Oh hell yeah." I looked at him and he went back slightly.

"You sound as if you enjoyed it."

"Oh I do," I told him.

He mouthed out "What?" as I crossed my arms. Guy watched me silently as he pulled himself onto the bar and messed with his music.

"I enjoy what I do. Watching people die by my hand. Hearing them beg." I told my father, "You have no idea."

"Vincent, if your mother heard you speaking, what would she,"

I looked at him with a glare and he shut up, "My mother isn't alive. She died in a car crash when I was ten years old. Let the past go."

"Vincent,"

"Just go." I told him.

He wanted to know who I was, but all that was pouring from his mouth was judgement. What the hell was that? He breathed out and left.

"Are you okay?" Guy asked me, as I got my towel and started wiping my sweat off.

"I'm fine," I told him.

"Okay," He said, dropping off the bar, "What's Cas doing?"

"Interrogating the witch." I said, pulling on my shirt.

"Okay," He picked up his hoodie, "You think," He pulled it on, "She's hurting the witch?"

"Nah, she's way too soft." I said, and slung the towel over my shoulder as I walked out.

Cas...

I punched Regina as hard as I could and she went to the side.

"Oh!" She said, looking back to me slowly, flexing her jaw, "You pack quite the punches, I'll give you that." She wrinkled her eyebrows and spit blood out onto the floor, "What exactly do you think I have for you, dear?" Her face was beaten, bruised, and bleeding.