Post by Hope Diamond on Jun 12, 2017 20:53:51 GMT -6
Back in the locker room my nose is swollen and clogged with blood while some more of the red liquid is drying into brown flakes around my chin and mouth.
Fine. I got better things to do than clean myself up. I set my smartphone to recording mode and blow my hatred out to the internet community.
“How is your arm Lexie? I´m sure it hurts like hell. Hell is exactly what awaits you. You won our match little Miss Good Shoes but you killed yourself in the process. Do you really think this is over? I´m not just going to break your arms darling. I´m going to break you – like glass.”
I stop myself short of throwing the smartphone into the nearest wall when I hear the sound behind me, leather-gloved hands clapping.
The mocking salute comes from Lou Thirteen accompanied by my dungeon master Janko.
“Very impressive Miss Diamond. Very impressive indeed.”
“You can screw yourself and your sarcasm.”
“While I indeed do enjoy sarcasm once in a while this time I mean what I say. You did impress Miss Diamond.”
“I lost.”
I spit the word out like it is a rotten piece of fruit.
Lou nods.
“Yes. Indeed. You lost. That does happen to everyone, even one Mister Ashton Drake or Eddie Crank on occasion. Expecting anything else would be extremely foolish. I do not expect you to cut through your competition like a hot knife through butter. Well, not yet that is. Tonight you showed all the tenacity and aggression I wanted to see from you. Besides it was a very close call. You made Lexie Glass desperate. You made her afraid. Cornered animals are the most dangerous. You remember that.”
Janko throws in his two cents as well.
“You went to destroy one of her limbs. That was clever. Next time really destroy it and don´t fiddle around.”
The worst thing is that there is something in his dead eyes and his stone face. Something like fatherly pride. I think I have to throw up.
“So what is next?”
“Well another harsh training camp of course so that you can face this gentleman.”
Another brown envelope. I tear it open and scan the content.
Then I nod.
“Now that is beautiful.”
Fine. I got better things to do than clean myself up. I set my smartphone to recording mode and blow my hatred out to the internet community.
“How is your arm Lexie? I´m sure it hurts like hell. Hell is exactly what awaits you. You won our match little Miss Good Shoes but you killed yourself in the process. Do you really think this is over? I´m not just going to break your arms darling. I´m going to break you – like glass.”
I stop myself short of throwing the smartphone into the nearest wall when I hear the sound behind me, leather-gloved hands clapping.
The mocking salute comes from Lou Thirteen accompanied by my dungeon master Janko.
“Very impressive Miss Diamond. Very impressive indeed.”
“You can screw yourself and your sarcasm.”
“While I indeed do enjoy sarcasm once in a while this time I mean what I say. You did impress Miss Diamond.”
“I lost.”
I spit the word out like it is a rotten piece of fruit.
Lou nods.
“Yes. Indeed. You lost. That does happen to everyone, even one Mister Ashton Drake or Eddie Crank on occasion. Expecting anything else would be extremely foolish. I do not expect you to cut through your competition like a hot knife through butter. Well, not yet that is. Tonight you showed all the tenacity and aggression I wanted to see from you. Besides it was a very close call. You made Lexie Glass desperate. You made her afraid. Cornered animals are the most dangerous. You remember that.”
Janko throws in his two cents as well.
“You went to destroy one of her limbs. That was clever. Next time really destroy it and don´t fiddle around.”
The worst thing is that there is something in his dead eyes and his stone face. Something like fatherly pride. I think I have to throw up.
“So what is next?”
“Well another harsh training camp of course so that you can face this gentleman.”
Another brown envelope. I tear it open and scan the content.
Then I nod.
“Now that is beautiful.”
