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[quote][b]Kat (Sep 22, 2002 09:33 p.m.):[/b] The gym was always deserted at noon, as few officers were willing to sacrifice their lunch hours in favor of exercise. However, as the private in charge of gym supervision was fond of telling his friends, there was always one girl who spent the entire free hour in the far corner of the weight room, pounding endlessly on a boxing bag. That girl was Kat. Food was forgotten in favor of bruised knuckles and breathless bouts with an old leather bag. She could close her eyes and imagine it was anyone-- Gabe, Ryan, any number of faces from her past-- and if she pretended enough, it was almost like fighting. She could almost feel muscle and bone under her punches instead of cracked leather and stuffing. She could almost taste blood in her mouth instead of the salt of sweat and the stale odor of equipment too often used and too rarely cleaned. She could almost, [i]almost[/i] pretend it was real. Kat was trying. She really was. Even if there had been other people in the gym, they would have known not to disturb her; there was something raw and rather frightening about the way she threw herself into her sparring, as if she were fighting demons and worse things. For that hour she was alone, her eyes gleaming golden and sharp, pain singing along her nerves and her heart beating frantically in her throat, and she was happy. Happy in a way that she didn't want with Mode; no, their kind of peace was loving and clean, in comparison to this dirty, angry business she reveled in for such a short time each day. It was almost enough. Today, though, became different, as she felt eyes upon her back as she sparred. It made Kat angry, furious, even, to have her solitude broken, and she took it out on her target, growing less coordinated and more vicious until finally she couldn't stand it any longer. With a hiss she left the bag swinging in the air and whirled around, her eyes narrowed and her canines bared, ready to launch into a verbal assault on whoever dared to distract her, but she was not prepared for who stood there staring back. [i]You... you should be gone. I have everything now, he's back, he's mine, you can't take him away again, not when I have him. Don't you dare, don't you even talk to me, siste--[/i] There was threat in her eyes as she acknowledged her visitor. "Wick."[/quote]
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