The Mysterious Demon (Sequel to TSFMTGL)

For Her

-Blake-

"Again."

Hit.

"Again."

Hit.

"Last one."

A huge crash echoed the training room as I finished boxing practice with Xavier. I let out a breath and finally got to relax my stance, taking off the gloves on my hands. I was finally getting used to the regime that Xavier had created for me. My breath was more stable at the end and my stamina had built up a lot now. 

"Want some water?" Xavier offered, going into the mini-fridge. 

I nodded and thanked him once I caught the bottle he threw at me. 

I had been spending a lot more time here training ever since the incident with Dominic occurred. I was determined to be able to protect her better but not only that, if we were to have a family in the future then I'd want to protect them as well. Although, at the moment, I don't think Dominic wants to go through that anymore. 

"You have to stop fighting with anger." Xavier suddenly says, leaning against his desk. I looked back at him a little confused which made him carry on explaining. "I know you've been through rough patches lately but don't fight with anger. You have to let that go." My shoulders dropped when he said that. I hadn't realised I made it so obvious. 

I tried looking back at Xavier's expression to see him looking at me with understanding but he was as stern as always. "Fighting angry will distract you and blind you from being able to read people's movements properly." 

"You speak as if it's from experience," I say and he scoffs. 

"There's nothing for me to be angry about, I'm one of the most feared fighters in history!" I rolled my eyes at his pride but his eyes then stopped gleaming and he looked away with a straight face for a moment. "But," he continues, "The only time I did let my anger out on the ring was when Dominic was defeated." 

His face held a look of annoyance now and even I felt tense. "That prick. The lack of respect he had and the way he treated Dominic was infuriating. I gave him a good punch to the face but he was looking for a fight." I watched him hold his fist, possibly trying to calm down. 

"Why don't you give him one? It's not like he's not around." 

"Because I can't look at his face without boiling with rage and if we were to fight, I'd be more focused on trying to smash his head in rather than looking at what he's going to hit me with." He suddenly started walking up to me and then put a hand on my shoulder, grip hard enough to threaten to break it. "That's why you're going to do it instead." 

My eyes widened at his words. "What?" I asked, almost breathless.

"I've watched the guy fight for years now and taught you in confidence that you can be the one to fuck him up." 

For some reason when he said that, I felt motivated. I could feel my blood pumping around that little bit faster. I was excited. 

"So, Beast, are you in?" 

His eyes were gleaming again, a smirk plastered on his face and I couldn't help but reflect that. 

"I'm in." 

We fist-bumped each other and he walked towards his desk again, taking out a clip-bored and sliding it against the table for me to see. I walked towards it and looked at a list of names, all of which were street fighters. 

"Then it's time to sign up for a fight." 

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-Dominic-