F I V E ..Y E A R S .. L A T E RI JERK BACK AND DUCK, neatly avoiding a knuckled fist that sails over my head. I twist to the side when I see a leg rushing towards my stomach. Some would call me sick for using my fists as a mean to let out my anger but I can't deny the thrill adrenaline sparks in me. Something primal. It exhilarates me beyond belief.
Sweat trickles down my spine and beads of it adorn my hairline, plastering dark hair tendrils against my skin. The Sun mimicking artificial lights beat down over both of us, their circular shapes almost identical to the one I had seen as a child.
Or maybe I hadn't seen it in reality at all.
Maybe I saw it in an old picture and dreamed about it, without actually feeling it. Maybe I've been fooling myself into thinking that I'd ever seen the sun shine warmly on my face. Maybe—
"Ferrars! Look alive!"
I barely hear the shout when a foot lands squarely on my cheek and sends me careening over the edge of the ring we're fighting in. I catch myself in the nick of time and scowl at my opponent before moving into the ring again.
Kayla just shrugs, her arms raised in front of her, ready to throw another hit. "You zoned out and I took the opportunity."
"Very noble of you." I mutter, circling around the ring, eyes narrowed. I probably won't bruise; I had steeled my teeth, enamel and cheekbones earlier to avoid a major mishap. But the sting of her kick still burns my flesh.
"Hey." She smirks playfully, her naturally dark lips puckered. "You can't blame me for fighting dirty."
"Watch me."
I charge towards her, my head smacks against her ribs. She immediately reacts with an elbow to my head but I don't let her finish the move by landing a punch to her jaw, she's airborne for a split second before crashing to the leather-padded floor. I pull back my leg to kick her stomach but she jumps to her feet and catches my leg in her hands and tugs, making me lose balance as I land on my butt.
I twist my other leg and aim for her torso, she grunts and lets go as she backs up a few steps.
She pants slightly as she regards me. There's a cut on her bottom lip and a red scratch on her collarbone. Her blue tank top sticks to her muscled stomach and the dark brown skin, of her arms and shoulders, glistens with sweat, shinning under the artificial light. She's quite tall, a few inches taller than me. But I'm more wider than her small, strong frame. I don't know if that gives me an advantage in the field.
She shakes her hair, more tame than usual, curling up in the air like smoke.
"You look like shit." She remarks.
I smile at her. "Well you're not far off either."
She snorts and moves towards me, I don't move back but my stance remains defensive. She swings and I duck, I do the same and she jerks back.
We move like dancers; smooth and coordinated.
She knows my weakness and I know hers.
This gonna be a long fight.
✨✨✨
After half an hour of punching, kicking and ducking, we both stop. It's been two hours and that's all the time we can spare for fighting. We try to improve daily and learn more about solo strategy.
YOU ARE READING
Saving Me (A SHATTER ME FANFIC)
FanfictionJuliette has a loud mouthed sister..... Rachel. Juliette is never told about her until Rachel herself is sent to the asylum for having a special gift too. A loud mouthed, blunt person can set a few things straight and a few things very very wrong. B...