Heavenly Hell #1-Panty and Stocking

Ch.2-Training

Garterbelt led Brandon and Troy down the hall into the corridor down the hall, which split into the left, to the right, and spiraling stairs which led to higher floors.

"Panty and Stocking arn't home right now...but for future reference, Panty's room is to the left, and Stocking's room is to the right." Garterbelt said.

Brandon and Troy looked at each other. "Stocking!" They both said.

Troy laughed. "Ha! I said it first! Guess you're sleeping with Panty!"

Brandon frowned. "Damn it."

"Have fun getting screwed by Panty..." Troy said.

"Hey, shut the fuck up, Troy! You want me to kick your ass?" Brandon said angrily.

Gartereblt slapped both of their heads. "Behave, both of you. You carry divine powers and you act like it's a joke."

Troy sighed. "His fault."

Brandon growled. "Like hell it is, rubber boy!"

"Shut the hell up!" Garterbelt yelled.

Both Brandon and Troy fell silent.

Garterebelt walked down a flight of stairs, which both Brandon and Troy followed. Garterbelt led them to a large blue room. In it was punching bags, dummies, wooden rectangular blocks, weights, and an arena for sparring.

Troy was surprised. "Whoa."

Garterbelt smirked. "Impressive, huh? I bought it all. Panty and Stocking never use it, but you two are free to use it as much as you like."

Brandon looked at a punching bag with a monster face on it. "Interesting."

Gartebelt went to the stairs. "Lunch will be ready soon. You can stay down here and work out for a while." He said as he left.

Troy just looked around. Brandon tapped the punching bag, watching it sway back and forth, and then started punching it.

"This stuff is impressive...this will prove useful." Troy said.

"You bet!  I wonder what else is in store for us."

"Brandon?" A voice said from upstairs.

Panty and Stocking. came down the stairs. Troy awed. Brandon said nothing.

"So he's finally awake. Took a long enough nap." Stocking said.

"Ahh, what do you expect? It's not like he's okay." Panty said.

"For the record, I was shot. But I'm not weak."

Panty shook her head. "You look like you're going to collapse at any second."

Brandon stopped in his tracks. "I'm strong. I have a pure heart. I protect those I care about."

Panty walked away. "That's all talk."

Brandon grew angry. "Shut up."

Panty looked at Brandon straight in the face. "You don't even look like you have that much strength."

Brandon felt something inside him snap. His card case glowed with blue light. Brandon's muscles expanded and grew, and turned blue.

"DON'T YOU EVER FUCKING SAY THAT AGAIN!!!!" Brandon yelled. He swung at the punching bag. The chain holding the bag, which was connected to the ceiling, broke, and the punching bag broke in two.

Panty smiled. "That's more like it."

Brandon clenched his fists. Then he stopped, and looked at his arms.