A Troubling Reunion || Darren & Moria
The sounds of sparring grunts and bodies colliding with the floor mats resounded all across the gymnasium where Nexus field agents and recruits were working their asses off to be better. This is where Darren had been devoting a lot of his time for the past eight months or so, serving time as an instructor and working himself in the down times. Things were simple enough this way, but there always had to be a few recruits with no sense to ruin a perfectly good day. After hearing the obvious whispers of a few people sitting on the bench, the man decides to nip things in the bud before it progressed into something more. “Torres!” An authoritative shout is given before he waves for the recruit to join him in the sparring ring.
“What’s so funny?” Darren asks through gritted teeth as he secures some bandage tape around his wrists. “We were just talking about switching trainers since we hear you’re ju-” Torres tries to explain himself to no avail before being cut off, this time with Darren speaking loud enough to be heard by the rest of the trainees. “Gear up for a sparring match.” An ominous silence fell over the area as the men prepared themselves and began to circle before moving in to begin the fight.
The recruit begins with a two-hit combo followed by a kick, which was easily dodged, leaving an opening for Darren to grab the man and give him a few good knees to the gut. Now things were heating up, just the way he liked it to be. Between hits and blocks, the man spat out his words . “You heard I’m just the class clown, don’t think you’ll learn anything.” The recruit lands a few punches before having his feet swiped and losing his balance. “But I’ve been out in the field, I’ve seen what other posthumans are capable of, I almost lost my life after going toe to toe with one of the top ranking Rogues. Because I wasn’t serious about my training .. well.... you won’t make that mistake.” While the recruit was down regaining his balance, Darren managed to make a clone. The moment he was able to stand straight and get ready to throw another punch, Torres was assaulted by both Darren and his clone relentlessly.
One after another, both copies of the man were landing hits on the recruit, hardly leaving him time to try and block or make a reversal. It was unfair, but so was life as a field agent. Besides, Darren could not afford any blood on his hands. For a few more moments the recruit is beaten down before a woman’s voice rang out from the distance. “Darren! Stop this now!” A chill went down the man’s spine upon hearing the voice, and almost as if he was under some spell the man instantly froze in place. That voice... After letting the recruit go to recover, Darren turns around to see none other than the woman he never stopped loving.
Her brown eyes were filled with an anger and disappointment that was all too familiar and it made his heart sink. That anger the man was accustomed to, but the hard part was having her so close to him. This was the closest the two former lovers had been in god knows how long, much less the most eye contact they’ve made. Darren and Moria had become ghosts of their former selves , strangers who only match for the slightest glance on occasion then disappear from sight. “Moria.” He states in a confused tone. “Long time no see.”
