Chapter : Training

*****I do skip parts of the story. They will show up as flashbacks in later scenes*****

The chapters center on either Brat or Berserk

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Brat held herself in a neat handstand. Boomer was nearby, stretching out. Berserk was practicing on the parallel bars, and Brick was doing hand-to-hand combat with her father. She sighed. Berserk got to do all the fun stuff, and here she was, stuck praticing on balance. Boomer caught her eye and grinned. He probably knew what she felt. Brat switched to balancing on the tip of her forefinger, and resumed surveying the area around her.

A slight glimmer caught her eye. A slim, black-haired boy was leaning on the doorframe, with Mojo beside him. He asked a question, his voice too low to carry. Mojo nodded, resting a hand on the youth's shoulder. He gave something close to a sigh, and beckoned her with a hand. Confused, she landed on her feet, and walked over. "Hello." His words were meant to be warm, but his voice inspired a cold, almost dark feel. She gulped slightly.

"Hi. Name's Brat." He shook her hand once, sending shivers down her spine. He creeped her out. Boomer and Brick weren't as scary as he was.

"Butch." This time his voice was tinged with the faint traces of amusement, noticing the shudder that ran the course of her spine. Butch? His name screamed dangerous, and that wasn't including the way he spoke, or the dark aura that radiated over the course of his exposed skin. "Come with me." There was no hesitation, as if he knew she wouldn't refuse him.

"Are-" she coughed lightly, "You, um, angry at me?" He gave her a sharp glance.

"No, not you. I'm more or less angry at myself." He gave her a more pleasant smile. "I didn't notice what was going on until recently." His voice was warmer, more friendly. Here he gave a light smile, yet it seemed empty. "Come on." Brat followed, a slight sinking feeling settling in the pit of her stomach.

'I don't like this.'

Hi, TFSW here. I'm currently working on a new story that my incomprehensible muses are working on, and as such, the have abandoned the story. If you want to leave a suggestion, feel free to do so. Maybe my muses will enjoy it and get back to work. Sorry for the short chapter.