Walt p.2

“You’ve been sort of…” I hesitated, standing next to a tired Alice, losing my train of thought as Walt burst into the room.

“Commander, we need you to get over to the gym.”

“Why?”

“You’re gonna watch your little P.R. bitch get knocked out.”

“I’m assuming stupid crap like this can’t wait, can it?”

“No sir. “

“Fine.” I stormed out, trailing behind Walt.

In a way, this was better than the tension in the room behind me. (I’d rather not say) At least in the gym I could be a spectator and not a participant.

Maria was already in the ring, reluctant and staring intently at the floor. Her eyes stayed hidden from my view, as if this act brought a certain shame with it. Walt went to her, laughing and mocking senselessly. It took quite a bit of badgering before she even looked at him with any sort of anger. I analyzed her, trying to see how she could possibly win. It looked pretty bleak.

Walt outclassed her by miles. He was larger, more experienced, and more willing to fight. I readied myself to break up the fight by zoning out just slightly. The air felt loose around me, my eardrums being sucked into a vacuum. Variations on the cheers barely made a sound in my ears. I picked up the microphone, my own words seeming distant and foreign though ringing loudly.

“Begin.” I spoke, hardly caring about the world, so long as Maria wasn’t being pummled.

I drew back on the day. It was just full of argument and hatred. All I’d done was break fights apart or participate in them. To tell you the truth, the only relief I got from the maelstrom of yelling thrown my way was to talk to Paul. He’s my personal rant-wall. It surprises me how much he listens to.

Putting that aside, Maria was dodging things she shouldn’t have been able to. Walt wasn’t phased by this display of stamina. He kept on firing away. It was an endless loop of movement.

Paul. God I’ve neglected him in my posts.  I’ve never told anyone how he was raised by an adoptive parent, practically born into the ways of the traditional poleepkwan society, and living as an outcast amongst all because of his knowledge. Eyes haven’t seen the way he described his love for the night and yearning for the stars. I’ve left him in the dark. He’s been hidden.

Walt was being blocked, hit and kicked. It slowed him down more than I thought it would. Maria’s speed increased dramatically, making her nearly as fast as some people under Judith’s training. I had to admit, I was impressed by this display…

I wish everything were as straight-forward as fighting. If only words could be so carefully measured and weighed as blows of a fist. Argumentative… that’s the word I was going to send flying at Alice. Also on that list of available moves were angry, avoidant, and even hateful.

Walt struck out at her, shouting in rage, and discovered  what the floor tasted like all in one fluid motion. Maria pulled his arm behind his back and pressed him into the ground.

“Holy fuck that was fast.” I whispered in amazement, taking in the fact that only a few mintues had ever elapsed.

Maria leaned over slightly, patting Walt’s head with her free hand, laughing, “See? We could’ve avoided all this…”

“Tha fuck?! Get off me!”

In other news, the argument with Alice is over, I was writing this post mostly to get it out of my system.

 I’ve heard rumors about the Trade resurfacing. I don’t have the mental energy to rant about it. I’ll keep updates posted on the fanpage. Maria’s more aware of that situation than I am. She’ll have something about it in her blog.

Lastly: Judith is more open lately. Don’t know why.

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