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Present Day – 2016 February.
Knox
Training one on one. Day in and day out I train, sweat, adjust to this life out here. I’m walking in the dark, the past scratching at the forefront of my mind, attempting to pull me back down under the wings of misery. Jimmy-James pushes me hard. He heard my story, what had happened, saw me in the darkness of the slot, took a chance on a brawler to make me great. Into a better, darker, faster, meaner Assassin than I am already. He says I have a fire. It burns bright and angry, so thick it can consume all around me in one foul swoop, he says, and I have to find a way to dim it; not put it out, but to take some of the heat off, turn it into the fight needed to be one of the greatest MMA fighters to come from Kingdom! So, he kicks my ass each and every day. I train for six hours a day, five days a week. Most days it ends in me vomiting up in the bin and near passing the fuck out in the shower. And I still sleep each night in the graveyard with my angel.
My first ever fight as a free man has come up fast. It’s tonight. I spend an hour with Angel before I head back to the gym where Jamie and everyone will be waiting. Nan and Pa will meet us there. I don’t know why she torments her soul watching me fight. She cries just watching me train. Jumping into the back of the van at the gym we roll to the fight night. Walking in down the over brightly lit corridor to my changing room, I walk in and dump my bag. I start to stretch and warm up, sparing with Jamie until Jimmy taps my shoulders and I allow him to push out the knots and relax them while steering me over to the chair. I sit down, breathing in deep, placing my headphones in, listening to Eminem’s Eyes Closed. Jimmy’s taping my hands. This is the first time I’ve had my hands taped by someone other than Sarah-Jane and it seems off and weird. I keep looking down and flexing out my fingers while he tapes to try and get some sort of familiar feeling there, but it never comes.
Allowing my head to fall back, I close my eyes and zone out as the music fills my soul and I dig deep down to the demon inside, summoning him up from the depths below. Tonight is the night that we unleash him on the world. We’ll prove that we ain’t to be fucked with. Two years, eight months locked up in a cage like a fucking animal. They put me in there and I feel for the mug that is entering the cage with me tonight. I’m going to rip his soul out from inside him and feed it to the demon living inside this dark vessel that has become my body. I will rain down so hard on whoever they put out in the cage with me that they will all soon wish they had chosen different life paths because I’m going to end them all.
Opening up my eyes, I see that the room is filling up around me, yet I feel so alone, cold and empty, just the way I like it. I am going over the chant in my head, getting my mind ready.
I fear nobody,
Can't fear you if you bleed too
I can no longer hear her voice,
So I will hear the sound of their
bones breaking.
Jamie pulls me from my trance, pulling my headphones from my ears. “‘S’up?” I say to him.
“It’s time. You ready” he asks, looking deep into my eyes. He just nods. He sees that I am and so is the demon that walks among the dark. Pulling me into his embrace, he pats my back. I look around and find my Nan. I walk over, leaning down to kiss her on the head. I wish she wasn’t here. “I love you. Don’t worry. I can see it all over your face. I was made for this.” I say into her sad eyes. All she does is nod at me.
“Let’s do this.” I walk out, head down, fists up to the octagon, my music playing, people chanting, women screaming. You can feel the energy burning around you. Once my checks are done, I jump up the steps leading into the octagon. I am so fucking ready for this! I shut my eyes, breathe deep and allow their faces to creep into my mind’s eye for the mug that is about to enter this octagon will wear their faces. I am going to victimize this son of a bitch, punish him and send his soul to the Devil. And here he is, wearing the face of all my anger pain and rage. We pump gloves and I whisper, “God have mercy on you for the Devil’s about to take your soul.”
Round One
Ding, ding!
The punk comes at me full force. I dance with him a little, warming myself up. He’s good. I get in a few nice neat head shots, a couple of great body shots and nice wee roundhouse to top it all off. I am starting to sweat and find my groove when the ten second clap sounds. I let him have a nice wee jab to the jaw to send him to his corner, knowing that it’s about to cut up rough. Play time is over, son.
Round Two
As soon as the bell rings I come at him fast. I’m not playing games or fucking playing nice now. Jabbing his jaw with a left and then a right, he steps back onto the ball of his feet as I duck down low. Coming in at his waist, I wrap my arms around him, taking him down to the ground. Spinning around on him, I grab under his hips and pick him up. My fingers are locked in as I flick his body up and over my head into a back to back suplex. Jumping up, I do this four more times. Welcome to suplex city, bitch! Flicking myself back up to my feet fast, I jump right back onto his limp and sweat-soaked body, keeping him grounded. I had him in a nice, across the face lock, keeping my tension taut. He gets his arm free and brings it up to jab me to the side of my head over and over, forcing me to break the hold.
I spring to my feet, jumping back as he comes at me with a high knee. I bend a little at the knees, bring my weight through to my front foot, push through my core and then come at him with a right jab followed through with a left hook. I want to unleash my full arsenal of combos on this punk, kick, strike, sweep, take down. I can feel the demon, he is coming to the surface. I do my chant over and over, “Can't fear you, you bleed too, break their bones.” Fuck. I’m dazed, dizzy. Stumbling back on my feet, my back hits hard against the cage. What the fuck just happened?
Boom, the cunt’s right there, striking me hard: one, two, three, hook, jab, hook, jab. I shield my face to see. Damn it, I got caught up in the thoughts of my mind and allowed it to engulf me. This punk managed to take advantage of that. Well played. I feel the warmth of blood trickling down my face and neck. I wipe my glove over my lip. I can taste the metallic tang on my tongue. I see red. I push him back, coming at him hard. Those few punches he got in dazed me long enough to see Angel, feel her in my space. Seeing her sitting on the top of the cage, looking down at me, I grip him around his neck and bring his head down to meet my knee, slamming it hard into it, and with my other foot, I sweep it round the back of his, dropping him to the mat. I jump on him and hit home, seeing all their faces molded into the one face. Along with the last look of terror in her eyes. I punch and punch, feeling the pop of his nose as blood splashes out around his face, down his neck and onto the mat. Another punch, I feel the crack of his jaw, then the smash of a cheekbone through my glove. This fucker is out!
The ref is pulling me back. “ENOUGH! He’s had it, he’s done. Knox, he’s out.”
Done, just like that. I can hear my heartbeat in my head. I hear my name called, my team is jumping on me, screaming. I look over. The punk’s still out cold, blood everywhere. Doctors, the team, even the ref, I shake them all off. “Leave me be,” I say, walking over to the cage door. It opens and I head out of it to the sound of them all cheering, screaming my name. I hear the announcer say, “the winner, by way of knockout, is Knox the Assassin Ambrose.” I shrug the hand of Jimmy James off my shoulder, “I want to be left alone, ok?”
I hear Jamie say to him, “He’ll be fine. Just give him space.”
“Knox!” Jamie yells out, I stop, keeping my back to him,
“You have two days then you get your ass back in that cage. I’ll tell them that you need it!” he says.
“Yeah, Jamie, got it,” I look over my shoulder at him “Thanks, brother.”
“Knox? Your bike’s out the back and it’s room 204.”
Giving him a nod, I carry on to the locker room. I kick open the door, I thought I would feel better than this. I thought that this was what I needed to feel myself again. Whole. Normal. How fucking wrong was I?
Nan sees the pain etched over my face. She stands, wrapping her tiny arms around me as I lean down into her, “Mio figlio. Ci vuole tempo per guarire. Cammina con te. Ricorda che il tuo non solo tornera a casa presto.” Looking into her eyes I see what she sees; me, broken.
“Perche mi sento cosi rotto e da solo se lei cammina con me,” I push out through my teeth as it breaks me seeing the sadness in her eyes.
With a kiss to my cheek she just offers me a, “Guarira il bambino che lo fara...” Breathing out, I kiss the top of her head before letting her go and watching her leave. Walking to the small bathroom that sits to the back of the locker room, I stand and look at the empty soul staring back at me with bruises storming and blood spattered over my dark and angry features. Turning, I walk over to the shower and start to rip the tape off my hands. I turn the shower faucet to hot, watch as the steam rises to catch my breath, making it hard to breathe. I want to wash it all away, the pain, hurt and torment. I step into the hot flow of water, hands bracing the wall, head bowed low. Damn that feels good. Water cascades over my body, down my face. I spit it out as it runs into my mouth. If only it could wash away all my sins.
“I’ve got to find a way to stop seeing your disapproving stare,” I say as I lower myself down onto the shower floor to where she is sitting, all flowing white lace and rosary beads with her wings tucked tightly behind her. She bites that lip, knowing what it does to me, I reach out to pull it free from her teeth just as she releases it. A glint in her eye as a smirk graces those delicious lips. “Damn Angel,” I lean my head back closing my eyes, “You’ll be the death of me, I swear.” As I suck in a deep breath my chest is so tight and I let it all out, “Angel? I can't live without you, you’re the light to my dark, I needed you to stay.” I open my eyes. “Angel, are you there?”
Gone just like that. Talking to her in my head keeps her alive, fighting brings her back to me even if it is only for a short while. I pull myself up to my feet, wash the night's blood and sweat from my body. I have given up trying to scrub the pain away a long time ago.
The arena is still buzzing with activity as I leave, heading down the long, brightly lit corridor that leads out back. I’m lost in a world of thoughts of her, of my angel I push the doors open and the night’s cold breeze assaults my skin as I enter out into the dark. I see the glow of a cigarette, with puffs of smoke circling up around a silhouette of what looks like a female. I have had some since my release, I have taken them to dingy hotel rooms, taken them rough, hard, unforgiving, left them there and walked away. I don’t do emotions anymore, soft sensual loving and all that’s in between is a thing of the past.
I solely fuck now for my own release and gain, not for anything other than that. The girls want it. They like that I’m a fighter so it’s a win, win, and I just leave them to pick up their shattered souls from the floor. Tonight, by the looks of it, will be just the same, if that what this piece of ass leaning against my bike is looking for.
“Hey, you like what you’re leaning up against there, darling?” I drawl out to her.
“Oh, this? Well, it’s sexy and all. But not as sexy as you are.” she purs with a wink.
I shake my head. “Well, I think it’s sexy and, if you don’t mind, turn your ass around and get up off me bike.”
She steps away and into my space, engulfing me with the smell of cheap perfume to go with her bleached hair – the street lamps lighting it up like a cheap halo. I take a step back as her hands come out to lace around my arms. “Don’t touch me.” I snap. I don’t do touching, feelings, I can’t, I’m dead.
“Well, what do you do?”
I snicker, “Not you, sweetheart.”
“Ouch, the pain,” she says as she places her hand over where her heart must be.
I flip her off, “I don’t have time for games, sweetheart.”
“I don’t play them,” she replies, “All I want is to fuck the great Knox Assassin Ambrose.”
Dropping my head to the side, I rake my eyes up her body. She’s standing there, twisting her hair, offering herself to me but I push her away from my bike. I throw my leg over my bike. I don’t look back, “Room 204 at the hotel two blocks from here. If an ass pounding’s what you want, then be there in an hour,” I kick my bike to life, “Oh, and sweetheart? By the time I’m done with you, you won’t even remember your own name.” Zipping up my jacket, I kick my bike to life and pull away from bleach blonde with a sick, dirty smirk on my face.
I pull up to the front of the hotel, leave my bike out front for whoever takes them to where ever they go and walk inside, rubbing my hand along my jaw. It’s tender. Tonight that kid sure could pack a punch. He may actually be good, if it wasn’t me he’d been fighting. I mull the fight over in my head as I wait for the elevator to reach me. When, behind me, I hear the hushed whispers of girl’s voices.
“It is isn’t it?”
“I’m sure it is.”
“It has to be. I would know that ass anywhere.”
I smirk as I turn to face them, look them up and down, “evening ladies, can I help you with something?”
“Err... um... err no,” they say in unison with each other.
I smile, “As you were then,” I say, just as the doors ping open and we step inside. I stand to the back of them. Nice tight asses they both have on them. We hit my floor and I walk forward, hands out and slap both their asses as I walk through them, “Nighty night ladies,” I tease as I turn and wink at them both, dropping my best pantie dropping grin at their delicate faces. They suck in a sharp breath, smiling and cooing at each other as I walk away, smirking to myself. The effect I have seems laughable at times.
I unlock my door with the key that was waiting for me at the front desk, and walk into the vast room. God, I fucking hate rooms like this; clean, pristine with an air of luxury about it, like the one Angel and I spent the last of our remarkable time together. Now life has opened up the demon that sleeps inside and the dingy hotel rooms are where I feel most comfortable. These rooms remind me of the good that died and just how much pain I carry. I throw my bag down on the couch, open it up and grab out the bottle of cognac, I rip off my shirt, kick off my boots, undo the top button of my ripped faded blue jeans ready for tonight’s game with the cheap whore that for sure will rock up for a night of one-sided release. I take a long pull of the bottle, feel the burn of fire it leaves as it slides down the back of my throat, allowing me to relapse back into the numb state that I have become. I sit waiting for the knock on the door. Laying my head back on the couch, I close my eyes, swirling the liquid around my mouth. I open my eyes when I sense something is in front of me and there she is, all her white lace and light, surrounding her beautiful body like a halo of gold.
Angel. I reach out to touch her, she pushes her fingertips to mine. It’s the lightest of touches, like air. The room smells of rain and apples. It engulfs me. I shut my eyes for a split second, and when I reopen them, just like that she is gone, as fast as she came. All that’s left is the lingering smell of her, of my angel. I shake it off as a knock plays against the hotel room door. Here we go. I’ll ride out all my pain and frustration on bleach blonde.
“Hey, baby, you ready to party?” she drawls, as I open the door.
“I’m not your baby, darling, and no partying is going to happen tonight. Just a thrashing and then you leave and we carry on with our lives. Got it?” I snarl.
Heading over to the bar, I tell her, “Here, get yourself something to drink. I’m just going to change.”
Walking to the couch, I grab my duffle bag and walk to the room that houses a four-poster bed made up with over the top linen and pillows from Africa. The view is nice and the air in here is crisp from the open door leading out to the deck that hangs over the busy streets below. I walk over and step out standing there alone, white lace flowing in the night’s breeze is my angel. I shut my eyes.
“Really? Now you’re back? Just as she turns up?” I say through half closed lips. It comes out as a murmur.
She whispers back to me, “Don’t hurt her, Knox. Don’t shatter her soul, leave her alone and lost in a body that she once knew as her own.”
“Sshh, Angel, you don't understand. It means nothing. They like it this way, they know just what they are getting into when they agree to do this.” My tone is harsh. It hurts to be having this conversation with her right now. “I lay it all down to them, you know that. You see me before I even know you’re around. This is what I am now. Dark. A monster. A demon. I have no soul. That belongs to the Devil, and my heart is frozen. It doesn’t beat pure anymore. That stopped when you left me. I won’t get the feeling back, not ever.”
“Knox, that’s where you’re wrong. You don’t know what’s coming. You’re too blind to see there is so much more to this than heartache and dark misery. You will wake up from this and be so angry at what you have become, baby.”
She leans into me, washing her smell and touch all over my body, sending goosebumps all over me, a tingling all the way down to my boots. “Be kind to them, baby. It’s not them that are making you hurt. Please, let go. It’s killing you.”
With that she is gone and all that is left is a single white feather, as soft as silk.
I put it in my pocket and walk back inside. Fuck it, I’m not even going to change. I’m just going to get this over with and fuck the life out of this girl, proving to her that I am the monster that sleeps under her bed. She is laying on the couch legs crossed, drink in her hand. I pick up a chair and head over to the middle of the big room facing the ceiling to floor windows, looking out over the world below. I sit down, drink in one hand, smoke in the other hand, “Get up, dance yourself out of them clothes.” I say as I push play on the iPod that I have in my hand, sending out The Sound of Silence from Disturbed.
I undo the button on the jeans I wear and pull down the zipper to free my cock, to let it out, to play, to ruin the little thing dancing for me in a world of her own. I throw back my drink, look up at her and say, “This is how it is. I will tie your hands to either leg of that chair while you are bent over it so you can’t touch me. I do not kiss. I do not do touchy or feelings. This is for my pure release and sastafication. By no means am I here to make you feel special. This will be rough and unforgiving.”
She steps a step closer to me, swallowing. I watch her throat bubble up and down as she wraps her brain around my words. “Your dreams are about to became nightmares, baby, and I’m the bringer of them all.” I reach down and grab a handful of her hair, wrapping it tightly around my wrist. I pull her head back, “Got it?” I spit out angrily at her. “Do you understand?”
Her head nods, “Yes Knox, anything you want.”
“Good girl. Now move, bend over the chair, spread your legs wide on either side. I’m going to tie your hands.”
I look up as she does as she is told. I see a mixture of fear and excitement laced in her eyes. I look down to her lips, follow down to the set of perky little tits that are standing to attention nicely behind the chair. I run my eyes back up to meet her, “Hold on! Oh, and sweetheart? I don’t do safe words.” An evil chuckle escapes my lips.
She blinks up at me. I release her hair. Walking around behind her, I move her naked ass around to where I want it and spread her legs open further with my knee, before pulling down my jeans and boxers the rest of the way to give me the movement needed for this assault on her insides.
Grabbing her around her hips, I see her peering at me over her shoulder, I run one hand down the small of her back over her tight ass, down further still, to her sweet pussy. “Oh, so wet for me already darling.” She just nods, biting her lip, which I am quick to rip out of her mouth, “Don’t ever do that while looking at me!” I spit at her. I rip a condom packet open and slide it down over my dick as I grab a handful of her bleached, dirty hair and rip her head back nice and tight. “Time to meet the Devil, darling,” I say as I slam all of me into her so hard that the chair moves, a small sound escapes her lips, a tiny yelp if I am not mistaken.
I slowly pull out of her, then slam myself back in again, and again, repeating the process, till she is panting, begging me to make it harder. Harder? Well, if you want hard, sweetheart, hard is what you will get.
I thrust my now throbbing hard cock into her dripping, wet pussy, circling my hips as I go. She’s pulling against the ties I used to bind her to the chair, wimpering in lust for my cock. “Please, Knox, untie me. I won’t touch you, please, so I can look at you at least.” She begs.
“No way,” I say, “That is too close. This way is how it fucking has to be. I don’t want you looking at me, or your body touching me. This way I own your body and your ass. I can dominate you. It's the way I like it.”
“Knox,” she says looking up at me with big eyes, “It’s hurting my arms, and chest this way. Please can you untie me and take me over the couch maybe? Something softer.” Good point, the chair moves too much anyway. I will just take her ass deep from behind bent over the couch.
I untie her, pick her up, and throw her over the couch. The bedroom is a no-go zone, sweetheart. A small squeal escapes her lips, as she lands like this is a fun game. Oh, how wrong she is. I move around in front. I pull my belt out of my jeans, “hands out in front of you,” I demand.
“Like I’m praying,” she says.
“Hum? yeah sweetheart, but your God can’t save you from me.”
She smiles up at me, her cheeks flaming red from the thrashing I just handed her, mixed with excitement, a small sheen of sweat over her body. Finished with her hands, I prop her up on all fours, grab some of my tape I use to tape my hands with and the bottle of cognac. I walk back over. “Here have some of this.” I tip a trickle of the cognac down her throat. I wrap the tape around her eyes. Silly girl is giggling like it’s fun a game. Standing over her, I see her pussy is weeping for me, so eager to please. Licking my lips, I look down at my cock. It’s hard and twitching, ready to play, to ram into her, to invade her very soul.
In one swift move, I bear down on her, spreading her legs wider with mine so I can sink deeper into her. Into that tight pussy that’s calling for me to punish it. I cup her breasts with one hand, pinching her taut nipple, between my fingers, pulling in out hard and flicking it back. I ride her like I own her. I can feel her cunt inflaming around my shaft that’s sunken so deep in her. Letting go of her breast, I run my hand down her back, parting her ass cheeks. I push my thumb into her, circling in and around while I slam my throbbing cock in and out. She is whirling on me, pushing me thrust for thrust.
“Enjoying this darling,” I say with a drool to my voice.
“Mmmmmmm, I sure am,” she says, her voice laced with sex.
“Well, we can't have that. Time for the pain,” I say.
I pull out of her, grab her hips hard. I part her ass cheeks and impale my dick into the sweet tight ass. She screams out in pain as I bury deeper inside. She bucks away trying to relieve the assault on her ass. “Oh, hell no, darling.” I grab her by her hair, wrapping its length around my wrist and holding her tight. I grip her hip pulling her hard into me.
I can hear her panting, as I move faster deeper, working myself up for release. Her back is flexing against me. “Don’t fight it, just ride it, ride my cock, bitch, ride it like you mean it.” I spit “You wanted this. You wanted Assassin Knox Ambrose, well, now you have him.”
I throw my head back, my eyes are hooded with lust for a good fucking. I wiggle my cock in her, teasing her. She bucks against me begging for me to claim her, to break her soul. She’s arching her back up hard. It pushes so much pressure onto my throbbing cock, I can feel it forming in me, like a volcano preparing to explode. I thrust, slam, pound, faster, moving up higher in my quest for the climax, for release. Just as I am about to come, she screams out in pleasure, sending me over the edge as I’m biting down on her shoulder. I breach past the inside walls of her release, and claim her ass hot and hard. Spearing my cock so fucking deep that I come so fast, it surely will spill out her mouth. I reach up, wrapping my hand around her throat, pulling it tight. As I slam my other hand and fingers deep into her pussy to send more of me over the edge, of the need to feel more than pain. She’s screaming out in agony as I own her ass with my dick, her pussy with my fingers. I feel the air popping past my fingers as I grip her neck. Leaning down, I put my mouth to her ear as she starts to go limp in my grip, whispering, “Say hi to the Devil for me.” With that, I throw her down on the couch, pulling out of her. I rip the condom off wiping my dick off, over her ass cheek. “Thanks for the ride sweetheart. I’m taking a shower. Be gone by the time I’m out.”
I grab the cognac and a $100 bill. “Use this for a cab and some Advil. You won’t be able to walk so good for a few days.” Walking to the shower, I step in and allow the cold water to zap me back to the now, waiting for it to warm up around me. I rub my temples, picking up the bar of fancy hotel soap, I try with all I have to scrub the filth of her from my skin. Dressing after the shower, I ring for room service, thinking that maybe eating will help fill the empty pit in my gut but it doesn’t so I just drink and pace this room, this big, empty space. Walking over to the large window, I watch the New York traffic below me. I can’t seem to settle after she leaves. I thought there would be nothing like a good fucking to sort me out, but what Angel had said earlier still plays on my mind. I grab the bottle of cognac and my jacket and run, run up to where she lays, to have it out with her. I laugh at that, have it out with a ghost? God. I’m fucking losing it.
I need to know why she is tormenting me. I do that enough for the both of us. When I reach her, she is waiting for me. Before I can say anything, she raises her finger up to my lips. “Shhh” she says, “Let me say this before you kick off. I will always love you, over the moon, under the sun, And in and out of the stars. But baby, you need to let go, it’s killing you...” she murmurs to me.
“What do you want?” I snap at her. “Me to let go of the one thing that has ever made fucking sense to me? Angel. Do you want me to forget what I have done? How much goddamn fucking pain I carry? The harsh truth of what I did? How I killed you? That was me, Angel, all me. Now you come to me all the fucking time, fucking with my head. I strive to keep you here, beside me. I hate it when you’re gone, so, no I fucking won’t let go.”
I’m shouting at her, “I’ll fight. Rain all the pain I can down on the human race. I will destroy all the whores that fall on my cock. You want to know why? Well it's simple; that way I get to see you, feel you, smell you. My angel, my forever, my love... So please tell me again to let go, to forget!!”
My voice grows cold, “The Devil has my soul and you, and this fucking ground that we are standing on, have my fucking heart. I carry the white dove charm everywhere with me, twirling it in my fingers, inside my pocket, all the time... It brings me a tiny flicker of peace...” I bow my head in defeat, for I have nothing left when I’m around her. “I feel nothing. I fear nothing. I may bleed but I bleed fire, and truth for revenge!” It’s all but a whisper laced with hate, as I look up into her eyes.
“You’re always an echo in my mind, always so close but yet so far away. I’m afraid to get too close to you, Knox. It’s not safe for you or me. I can't be here all the time. They ask questions, wanting to know where I go. I can't leave you, not while you are like this. I break each time I see you tremble in pain. I try to soothe you. But I seem to make it worse. You were my all, my everything, the love of my life. I have to let you go. You have to let me go. This... What you’re doing... isn’t you, baby. You need to get your head right again. Train and fight, love your family. They need you. Kash, he needs you. He is going through some things too. He’s met a girl. She is beautiful. I watch him watching her. She’s hurting too. They are going to be amazing, if he steps up and talks to her. Nan, she misses you, baby. She cries at night for you. Pa watches you train with such love and pride in his eyes. My mom, well, she is lost. Go see her. Go to my room, breathe me in and then breathe me out! You need to! I won’t come around too much more. I’ll be in the shadows till I know you got this but I can’t keep hurting us this way. It’s not fair. Do you understand it, baby? Do you see it?” Her words sound like a song sung from the sweet lips of an angel but it stings and burns and hurts to my very core. Her words destroy me, just as much as watching her die. My heart’s breaking again, it’s like I’m losing her all over again. I fall to my knees, head in my hands, sobs racking through me, retching at my body.
I feel her then, like really feel her. She scoops me up and lays me back against her, my head rests on her chest, her arms wrapped tightly around me, cocooning me from the pain as her smell engulfs me. I let it roll over me. The lust I feel for her will never die. My eyes grow heavy with sleep. I drift into an Angel-filled coma I don’t want to wake up from.
The morning sun rises upon me making me wake, stiff and sore. She is gone, my angel. I recall the events from last night. Looking down around myself, I find a feather, like always, but this time it's black. I rub the throb that has formed on my temple, running my hands over my face, I feel the small bumps and lumps from last night’s fight, remembering the girl I so forcefully took and then Angel, my sweet Angel, telling me that she can no longer watch me, not only tormenting myself, but everyone else around me. I sigh shake off the feeling of loneliness as I pull myself to my feet and lay a kiss on her headstone. Today’s it then. I shall put plans in place to move onto the revenge that hatred has filled, to train, to sort out the shit that’s going on at home.
I run all the way to the gym after I swing by the hotel to grab my things. Walking in, I am greeted by cheers, screams and whoops. I smile and shrug my shoulders at them as I move through to the locker rooms to change into my training gear. Jimmy walks in, “Wasn’t expecting you today, Knox.”
The morning sun rises upon me making, me wake, stiff and sore. She is gone, my angel. I recall the events from last night, looking down around myself, I find a feather like always but this time it's black. I rub the throb that has formed on my temple, running my hands over my face, I feel the small bumps and lumps from last night’s fight, remembering the girl I so forcefully took and then Angel, my sweet Angel, telling me that she can no longer watch me, not only tormenting myself but everyone else around me.
“Hmm well, thought best not to sit idle. Better to train out the sore in my muscles, right?” No place I want to be, other than with her. I’ll fight out my anger and train my mind to assassinate the fuckers that took her from me.