A Teaspoon of Spice

Popular

Over the course of the next week, you've gotten surprisingly... popular.

Your not sure what caused it, or why in the ever loving world people started regarding you in such a good light, but left and right people would try and start conversations with you.

Someone would always be asking you to help them lift something heavy, and trying your absolute best to fit in, you'd do just that.

Oh! Need help scooting the helicopter you landed in the wrong spot? Sure, I can give it a nudge- Oh! Need me to lift the scrap metal someone accidentally dropped all over the outside of the base? Sure, why not.

You assumed people heard of your apology? But you couldn't quite be sure- because how the crap would so many people catch wind, and how would they all decide the apology was for them...

Sometimes when people talked to you, you could still smell fear lingering on them.

You couldn't tell if people were being genuine or not, but how could you know- being tortured can apparently socially stunt someone, because you couldn't tell up from down in a friendly conversation.

A week of nonstop visuals and chatter in your ears and you were a complete husk. So many questions about your physiology- and how you worked, and you were sick of spouting the same thing to every which when and person.

The only thing that kept you partially sane was sparring, fighting toe to toe with those of the same combat level as yourself. The thrill of a victory, and the lessons you've learned through defeat.

Steadily, you were becoming primed for battle. The way you were, and the way you were by nature.

Which is what you were doing now. A fair amount of

Standing still, inside of a practice arena, the blood rushing through your body kept you feeling alive. Jack was standing across from you more out of breath then you were.

The fur spiking out of your hair shook with every step you ran, straight towards Jack.

A block, a jab, a tear of clothes, and a growl, before you all but threw your commander across the floor.

No hesitation, simply the instinct in you being revived. Instinct that pushed you towards your boundaries, and made you stronger..

Launching your body onto him, you locked him onto place on the floor.

This fight was over, and with a laugh and exhale out your mouth, you released him, flopping onto the floor out of breath.

Jack was quicker to get up, dusting himself off huffing a good natured laugh of amusement right back at you.

His hand was extended to help you up, so of course you took it, letting yourself get tugged, strewn limbs righting themselves into their proper positions as you stood.

There was a crowd of people outside the arena, most clapping and cheering at the victory, and it grated your ears- so many people- too many. Soldier didn't say anything to you after he helped you up, merely grabbing his stuff and exiting the arena.

You wanted to fight again... but to be fair that was nearly the 10th time today you sparred with him- you supposed he could stop when he wanted. He won most of them anyways.

You took his initiative, leaving the arena, but instead of gruffly slipping past everyone, you were stuck in the mob.

Everyone cheering you, even though a good sum smelled of fear. The thought of people faking kindness just made you angry, so you didn't even bother to acknowledge them.