A fight once a week left plenty of time for Connor to train at home. He was already fit; being a fighter required a certain level of physical health – even if Zane didn't rise to the standard. But there was always room for improvement. So Connor fashioned himself a punching bag, turned the sofa onto its side and pushed it against the wall to make room and got to work. It was easy to forget that his every move was monitored, especially when his body was exhausted, sweat dripped from his nose and his t-shirt clung to his skin. There was no room to think when tired.
Bruises on his body came and went. The deep purple of his shoulder faded to yellows, greens, and browns gradually. But it was soon accompanied by a split cheek, a limp from a twisted knee and who knew how many other ailments.
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The Underground (Cyberpunk Au)
ActionConnor is assigned a long term undercover case to infiltrate an illegal fighting ring. Slowly, the fights seem to take an emotional and physical toll on Connor as he struggles to keep up... (This story was originally done on Discord. I'm just copyin...
