"I do not believe this is the best idea."

I hate the way that bitch in a box talks, acting all proper like this isn't just a fucking prison for their little experiments. "It will be fine! Red is right here in case anything happens." Finishing my sentence I sling Carnie onto the mat closest to the training room entrance.

Noticing us Jason almost runs over, "What are you doing?" is what he says out loud but he had more to say in my head. "Why the hell is Carnie here? You're not planning to fight her again?"

No, that's pretty much what I plan to do. Don't worry it will be fine.

"I felt responsible last time since I was the one who told Carnie to train you but if you put yourself into this willingly don't expect me to jump in if it goes sideways!"

It won't be like last time.

After our short-lived conversation, Jason sighs and sits down on a bench near the mats.

I hope this plan works out, although even if it doesn't I'll at least be able to get payback for all the shit Carnie has done to me.

"Alright bitch! Get up so we can have our rematch!" As I spoke to Carnie the bitch in a box evacuated everyone else out of the room, now it was just Red, Jason, Carnie, and me.

Carnie got up from the mat and went to say something but cut herself off, "Why are you taking off your shirt, I won't be able to shred your shirt." She then holds up her hands to show her missing nails.

"Like I'm going to give you a convenient handle to grab me from."

"Well, looks like someones been eating their vegetables."

"Don't go getting cold feet now!"

"Fuck you!... This isn't a good idea."

She really is bothered by what she did. If she knew what I have done she wouldn't care about hurting me, but it's not like I'm going to talk to her about that, or anyone for that matter. I just won't give her time to think about being sorry!

I deliver the starting blow to our fight, a front kick to her face. It lands perfectly and she goes flying.

"YOu MOtheER FuCKer!" Carnie stands up holding her nose, blood dripping from it.

"Get your head out of your ass!" I feint a punch with my right hand which causes her to dodge to my left, right into my left kick. It slams into her small frame and folds her in half. She collapsed to the ground, her back touching the mat before her feet.

I let her get to her feet and she finally has that look in her eyes, she's ready to fight.

She charges at me but her speed is nothing compared to what it was before. Her movements are sloppy but not as bad as they were when she went carnal on me, I can still see the elegance and grace of them. Her fist comes towards me and I catch it with ease, she really is weaker. This confirms it, I thought it was possible she was holding her strength back on purpose but she is definitely trying to hit me, yet her punch barely has anything behind it compared to her old blows. I hold her by the caught wrist and use her head and arm like a paddleball. My fist knocks her head back while my hand yanks at her arm bringing her head back for me to punch again. After five hits I spin and throw her over my shoulder and flip onto her. After body-slamming her, I stand back up and let her get to her feet. It takes some time and I watch her closely as she does.

None of her injuries are starting to heal. Her nose is still broken and bleeding, her face is bruised which isn't weird considering what I've done to her but she doesn't bruise normally.

"Pathetic, and here you were feeling sad for me? I'm the one who should be feeling sad for you and the sorry state you're in."

She looks at me without saying anything and spits out a mouth full of blood on the mat. It puts a smile on my face.

She throws a punch and I catch it again but this time I twist her wrist so her arm is forced to straighten. With her arm now locked straight, I whip it behind her and up.

POP!

Oops, I had planned to use her arm as a lever to flip her but she didn't budge and as a result, all the force was used to dislocate her shoulder. I wonder what I did wrong in the throw?

"AHHHH! FUCK!" Even though she yelled out in pain it didn't stop her for a second. Her other hand tried to hit me in the face but I brought my head down so she punches my forehead. I could feel a few of her bones breaking on my forehead with my perception. Still holding her dislocated arm, which has her leaned slightly forward, I start wailing on her with kicks to her stomach. More blood flies out of her mouth and nose with each strike. I keep kicking her until there's so little blood coming out of her it's hardly noticeable.

Letting go of her arm she falls face-first to the floor.

Is this enough? It's hard to tell since she doesn't really express herself much, well, not in any way that would let you know how she's feeling. Maybe I should do a little more just in case, don't want all this work to go to waste!

I step around to the front of her. Now standing closer to her head I feel something clamp onto my shoulder. Its weight is so heavy that I drop to my knees within a second of it resting on me. I can feel it starting to squeeze tighter on my shoulder, the pain is growing by the second so I quickly glance over my shoulder. Red stood behind me, her hand on my shoulder.

Dammit Red, you were the one who asked me to help in the first place! Don't go stopping me now, I was almost done!

"It's okay Red-Red." Turning we both looked at Carnie who had rolled herself over onto her back. "I want you to know I can see right through what you're trying to do, but despite that... It still worked. I'm done moping around, we're even now, bitch."

I looked back at Red and she was obviously confused but her vise-grip didn't wane in the slightest. "Red, you can let go of me, now!" I place my hand over hers and she instantly lets go, pulling her hand away from mine.

God damn girl, your grip is as tight as your ass!

I rub the pain out of my shoulder while Carnie gets up and resets her shoulder. Her yelling in pain must have been an act earlier because when she reset her shoulder she didn't flinch, let alone scream out in pain. After resetting it she walks up to me while spinning her arm, as if to make sure it wasn't going to pop back out, "I'll let you know, if you try to pull something like this again I'll hand your ass to you on a plate. You're just lucky you caught me at a bad time."

"How about an official match then, at a better time?"

"You, want to have a match with, me?"

"Sure, you'll be a good benchmark to see if I've improved and how much."

"Hmm, I'll think about it. First I have to get something to eat so I can heal up." Carnie walks out of the training room with a slight limp, and for some reason, Jason rushes out not long after her.

He didn't even say anyth--shit she's standing right behind me isn't she. Dammit, please don't throw me again. I turn around to face Red.

"Thank you..."

"Oh, yeah, don't mention it. I was just doing what you asked me."

"I didn't ask you to hurt her!"

"No, I doubt you would have ever thought about something like this. She just needed a little bit of tough-love."

"I owe you one then, I guess."

"Then how about you help me train?"

"I don't see how I could help you?"

"Well for one I wouldn't have to worry about hurting you so I could go all out. Even with Jason, we both have to hold back a little so we don't wind up killing each other, but I could do anything I wanted to with your body." Only moments after the sentence had left my mouth Red's face was crimson and even I couldn't help but blush. That's not exactly how I meant for that to come out.

"With someone as tough as you I could go as hard as I want is all I'm trying to say... AND it will be nice to study your fighting style."

"Study my style?"

"Yeah, as we fight I can watch how you move and remember it. It will be helpful if I ever have to fight someone who's near your level of strength, and I'm sure there are a couple of things you could show me or flaws you might see in my style."

"Alright then... Why are you staring at me?"

I step closer to Red which causes me to have to lookup more but I hope it doesn't take too much of the intimidation factor away. There's something else that I should have asked for, "Actually, I want you to leave Wayne alone! Don't bother him anymore."

After my serious declaration Red's face begins to go back to its original color, "I didn't plan to, he's got you now."

he's got me now? "What is that suppose to mean?"

"You can look after him now."

Is she fucking with me? "You call what you did to him looking out for him?"

"I wasn't really planning on looking after him but Carnie said he was nice to her so I decided to help him out some."

"How is anything you did helping him out?" By now my voice was displaying the rage that was starting to build inside of me.

Red looks away from me and towards the ceiling, "I just tossed him around a little, that way people would think he was mine. Nobody else ever messed with him, not until what happened to him."

So her throwing him around like a chew toy was to make everyone think that he was her chew toy and so no one would mess with her chew toy? Talk about a roundabout way of helping someone, wait, "The way you threw him around, you could have hurt him?"

She looks back to me with a puzzled look, "I made sure to be careful with him. He never got hurt except maybe a bruise or two."

"What are you talking about, when I got here you threw me halfway across the cafeteria?!"

"That's... you pissed me off that day, I've never thrown anyone else like that before."

Oh, so it's just me she tried to hurt, good to know!