The Mysterious Demon

-Nickolas’ POV-

The amount of sweat I had worked up in this past hour and the amount of pain that each of my muscles was feeling, I had never worked so hard in all of my life.

This class was above any other level I have ever been in. No wonder Xavier thought this was the best way to pay back for her bike. The pain behind each workout, the skill needed, the strength, it made me want to give up over and over again but,

“Don’t slow down! If you stop you’re doing it again!” Dominic was a strict gym instructor. There was no disobeying her but it’s not like I could say she wasn’t hard-working or hypocritical either. She was there with us, doing the exercises with us throughout the whole way. It made me see her in a different light. The amount she must have trained in order to get to this level was astonishing and she ended up getting respect from me. She was this strong and yet she didn’t fight against me when I bullied her. She must not believe in violence and that in itself is respectful.

“Alright, last task for the night!” She called as we took a small break. From the heavy panting me and my gang did compare to the other trainees made me realize how out of shape we were and how much we really needed this.

Dominic then pressed a button on the wall and punching bags were lowered in front of us. From how it felt in my hands I guessed it was around 100 lb. “We’re going to get to 300 punches alright?” She said which made my eyes look at the punching bag in dread, my arms were aching in pain already but I shook my head and got in position along with everyone else, including Dominic, “One!”

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“My legs are shaking, I can hardly stand!” the lads and I slowly made our way down to the basement following behind Dominic who seemed as normal as when the class started, looking down at her phone too as she did whilst walking down with Blake.

“There’s a shower room back there so you guys can use that. I’ll be back in ten minutes.” She informs and we nodded silently out of a new habit formed by the class which she took notice of as well and smirked at us.

“She’s pretty amazing,” Jason compliments to me once she’s gone and I nodded. “Well, what would you expect? She trains under the country’s top street fighters!” Jake says rightfully.

“Hey, guys look at this!” Zack exclaims, grabbing our attention towards the back of the room which held something under a black sheet. Zack took off the cover to unveil… The Mysterious Demon’s bike! I’d be able to recognize her initials anywhere. “She’s here,” I started but before we could take action I heard a voice from behind us,

“Need some help, boys?” I turn to see Xavier leaning against the door frame. “Where is she?” I ask roughly but my tone didn’t seem to affect him. He started walking to the bike as if to its defence. “Where’s who?” He asks though which ticks me off slightly. “You know who the fuck I’m talking about!” I shout and my gang stood by my side, awaiting instruction.

Xavier’s facial features hardened, “I’m not going to give her to you.” I huffed and reached towards my bag before quickly pulling out a gun and pointing it at him. “Where the fuck is she?” I asked again and he slowly put his arms in the air but stayed silent.

Suddenly, I was knocked down onto the ground and when I opened my eyes I saw the Mysterious Demon pointing my gun back at me. This alarmed my gang and they all took out their own guns and pointed it back at her but she didn’t look fazed from what I saw through her mask. “Shoot me and I’ll shoot your boss.” she threatened and to make it more convincing she shot the space next to my head which made me freeze and made the lads put their gun down cautiously.

“Want any help or are you good here on your own? ‘Cos my fight’s going to start soon.” Xavier asks looking towards his watch cooly. “You can go,” M. D replies and he nods before leaving the room as if we weren’t a problem.

The Mysterious Demon was holding me down with her knee on my stomach but the plus side was that the gun wasn’t more than an arms-length away. “I get you’re great when it comes to fighting M. D but when it comes to playing with weapons that title goes to me,” I say and quickly trap the gun before grabbing it out of her hand and pointing it back to her while she was still holding me down. Her green eyes sparkled in amusement.

“It’s true my knowledge of weapons isn’t as good as yours but” she started and before I could react she pressed one of my pressure points which made me flinch in pain but that was enough for her to grab the gun back and stand while pointing it to me again, “when it comes to being close enough for a hand to hand, I’m winning.”

She then looked around the room as if analyzing her situation. “What do you want from me?” she asked, seemingly genuinely interested. “I want you to join my gang.” “Yeah, but why?” she asks looking down at me and playing with the gun in her hand which worried me a little. “A gang is coming to attack us and we need another player,” I explained and she hummed in response before throwing the gun down at me which I caught.

“So a gang who also possess weapons and whatnot are coming to attack you and you want me, someone who’s not experienced in working in a gang to help you out? That’s the same as our position now. You all have weapons and have me surrounded. You could shoot at any time and I’d be dead. I’m not dying for people I hardly know.” She says. “You just had the upper hand,” I state and she thinks for a bit which gives me hope but she ends up shaking her hand. “I wouldn’t join you even if you could guarantee all the safety in the world. I don’t trust you” she finally replied.

However, as she spoke Jason came up from behind her and held her in a headlock, allowing me to get up from my position on the floor. I watched as she sharply elbowed Jason’s ribs which loosened his hold on her and gave her enough of an edge to allow her to change the position to have him under her arm in her own more secure headlock.

“If you’re going to fight me, do it properly,” She instructs and I scoffed. “Challenge accepted.”

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