Sam felt relieved that as she approached the gym area it was still empty of souls. She needed a bit of alone time. Today had been stressful enough, but with the prospect of being holed up in this tin can for five years. Jesus that was a real mind fuck. Sam grimaced as she pounded the crap out of an offending punch bag. She drew upon the memory of Michelle and her bully girl friends. Her rage blossomed and then her brother came front and centre and she really put some effort into it. The fucking little turd, She hated him. What an ass. His visage was replaced by Stevens and her rage exploded into a whole new level and her fists were a blur as she gave it everything she had. She wanted to kill that dickhead. Rip his bloody head off! She hit the bag with more force than she had ever hit anything in her life and a spike of agony shot through her right hand.
“Agh! Fuck! Fucking fuck fuck!”
She shrieked at the top of her lungs.
She flopped down onto the floor and quietly sobbed into her lap as she cradled her broken hand. She should have wrapped it, but it was too late now.
“That was quite the punch.”
Sam's face shot up and she glared with rage and hate, but the figure behind the voice was too far back to attack. She snarled at her, but otherwise said nothing.
“I'm corporal Reed you'll be with me when you are in this section. At least at first, while we see where you and you friends are best suited.” Sam snorted. Her “friends” were pool side getting drunk and chasing the local slags. but she said nothing.
Corporal Reed gestured to Sam's hand. “That looks pretty sore. Mind if I take a look?”
Sam grimaced. Corporal Reed mentioning the fact had only made the pain seem worse. she growled. Jesus What the fuck was wrong with her? She took in a deep breath and slowly exhaled. The world around her seemed to lose some of it's red haze, that she had until that point not noticed it had. so she breathed in again. Held it for a moment and then breathed out. Her whole body seemed to sag, and she nodded. “Yeah please. Sorry it hurts like a bitch. I think I'm going to be out of it for a while.”
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Corporal Reed shook her head. “We'll see.” Sam noticed that corporal Reed's approach was slow and steady. “Don't startle the wounded wild animal!” She thought grimly to herself.
Finally the woman reached her position and sat beside her. Sam felt her rage simmering inside her and tried to quell it. Corporal Reed wasn't the enemy, she was here to help . She hissed in pain as the woman took her hand into her own and tsk tsked
“Wow you really gave it some welly huh?” Sam snorted and nodded. “It's been a day that's for sure.”
Corporal Reed nodded and murmured quietly as if she were far off. “OK close your eyes, take a deep breath and relax.” Sam snorted
“Jesus, if you go off and start into a Gregorian chant I'm outta here!”
Corporal Reed smirked and replied quietly, “A little young to have heard of Enigma aren't you?”
Sam grimaced. “My dad's a fan, I guess if you hear enough of anything parts of it stick.”
corporal Reed nodded. “Well I still need you to relax and hold still for a minute. Can you do that?”
Sam nodded. “Sure corp, whatever you say.” she closed her eyes and tried to think peaceful thoughts. It was way harder than finding something to feed her rage but she could do it. She ju-. Sam felt something, a tingling in her wrist that seemed to travel up into her damaged hand and it burned. She grimaced and her instincts told her to pull away and hit out. Shit! She could feel her hand continue to heat up, her hand felt like it was on fire. She forced herself to stay still but calm was out the window. She felt her rage coming to the fore and she opened her eyes so she could see what it was she could hit....and then. then the pain was gone. Just like that and oh lord! Her head felt woozy, Jesus she was so tired. Her eyes felt so heavy.