Just let me train.
TWs:
-Self-injury, unintentional
-Physical restraint
RECURRING CHARACTERS:
-Charles
-Trainer
-Deaths Door/c-001
Up. Down. Dodge. Strike. Strike. Strike. Strike.
The trainer was annoying. He needed to shut up.
Dodge. Dodge. Strike. Left. Left. Dodge. Strike. Strike. Strike.
“C-001. Lay down your weapon, or we will be forced to- Is she even listening?”
No. She wasn’t. Why would he. They never said anything of use.
“Charles, get the damn ketchall, she’s not going to stop.”
Strike. Strike. Strike. There was blood on her knuckles. There wasn’t an option to just… stop. It wasn’t possible. Their arms hurt.
“Kht-”
“I told you that putting her through that surgery was a bad idea.”
“And you were right. Too late to un-do it, though.”
They were just talking. Like he wasn’t right there. He wasn’t some useless entity.
“Ope- Shes grabbing at the pole, should I-”
“Just try and hold her still.
“Alright..”
The wire burnt. It hurt. Why couldn’t they just let him train? That's what they wanted, wasn’t it? It was trying to learn. She was trying to figure out what they wanted.
They grabbed onto his hand. Their hands were cold.
“Can you send a request to the medteam? Looks like a couple of bones are fractured, if that noise is anything to go off of- HEY.”
Damnit. They moved just out of range of his bite.
“It doesn’t matter what you are, you do NOT bite people.”
An eye for an eye. They touched her hands. Her hands hurt. So, he would make them hurt.
“I will do as I please.”
The Trainer stood back up, shaking their head. Cradle would say they looked like an angel. Door would say he looked like a target.
“Just make sure the medteam fixes her up, alright, Charles?”
“Yessir.”