glare.
“Yes, it’s true. She deserved it! She’s a bully, look at her!” he exclaimed, throwing up his hands, but Rob cut him off with an incredulous snort.
“Bully?? She’s a kid, Marco, and you’re nineteen! You should know better!”
“I’m not a kid!” Pain hissed again and shook off his hand, shooting him a hateful look. He didn’t notice it, of course, since she was almost two feet shorter than him.
“And you can’t go around punching people!” Rob shouted suddenly at her, making her insides jump, “You shouldn’t have come to his room in the first place, you know the rules!”
“What??” her face screwed into a grimace of disbelief, and she pushed back her wet hair furiously. “So I should’ve just let him get away with it??”
“No, you should’ve told me or somebody else and- ”
“Fuck you, Rob!” she cut him off and stormed past him to the door before she lost control and hit him. That had happened before, and had resulted in her spending a day or two in the infirmary last time.
“IT’S ROBERT!!” he bellowed after her, and unable to help it, she spun on her heels and grimaced mockingly.
“Oh, I’m sorry! FUCK YOU, ROBERT!!” she yelled back at him and pointed a finger at Marco, who stood by the red-smeared wall gloating, a devilish expression on his face. “See you in the training hall!”
With that, she turned and retraced her red trail to the staircase door imperiously, accompanied by a chorus of laughter and boos. Nobody but her knew that she was doing her best not to break into a run with an image of Rob charging after her stuck in her head.
Chapter 5
After breakfast and a day of being the center of attention, Marco lay on his bed listening to the radio. His room was still a mess, but he didn’t feel like getting up to clean it. He was thinking about the best way to wrap up the situation with Pain without getting in trouble with Rob and the others.
He couldn’t harm the girl, or they would throw him out . Knocking her out should be easy enough, he thought. That was how he had to end it. No broken bones.
He sighed, disappointed, and got up. Rob would be in the training hall watching, no doubt, so Marco had to get there first. That way he would get a chance to fight her with no interruptions. He didn’t even doubt that she would already be there, waiting for him to show up. Well, he was going to deliver.
He took the elevator down, as the stupid rules said, and threw open the training hall doors. Little Bitch was there, of course, practicing with her sister. Marco strode in, crossing the hall toward her, not wanting to waste a single minute before Rob or Skull arrived. When she noticed him, she stopped practicing and motioned for her sister to step back. All the others were staring at Marco now, and for some reason he wished they were alone.
“You wanted to see me? I’m here,” he said intently as he stopped in front of her.
Without a word, she unbuckled her scabbard and put the sword on a bench. He noticed that it was a huge O-Katana: an unusual choice for a girl her size. Her sister grabbed her arm, muttering something, but Pain shook her off. Marco went over the plan in his head again. Her only advantage was speed, and that he should be able to change with a couple of dislocations. It wouldn’t be a long fight.
She gave him that wry smile again as she stood before him.
“You must be really brave, coming here like this,” she noted.
That was it, enough trash talk.
With a deafening roar, he lunged for her, but she jumped upward, hitting him from above. He barely felt the blow, grabbing her legs and bringing her down with a satisfying thud; but the next second she slipped from his grasp and flew upward again. Before he could react, she attacked, her feet connecting with his body again and again until he had to back off. He realized that he had misjudged her. It wasn’t just her speed: she was freakishly strong for a girl!
He snarled, leaping after her
Jan (ILT) J. C.; Gerardi Greenburg