to kill the king

one

strength
is what we gain
from the madness
we survive.

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"wake up, E." i slowly open my eyes, adjusting to the bright light of the sun shining in through my window. i stretch my legs and groan at the feeling. my body aches from training. i look to my right and am met with the face of my roommate, nico. he is one of my only friends in this whole fucked up system.

"do i have to?" i'm really tired. i feel like i got hit by a semi truck, but i'm not gonna let nico know that. he'll think i'm weak. i'm about to sit up when a pillow smacks me across the head. i look up to see nico giggling.

this mf.

i swing my legs over my bed and run at nico, tackling him. he tries to fight me, but i've got him pinned to the floor. i'm holding his arm to the floor while straddling his midwaist. i look him in the eyes challenging him to try to get out from under me. he gives me a smirk. i smirk back.

"i could get used to this." he says. i scoff and hop off him. he frowns as i look back down at him. i extend my hand to help him up and my pulls me to the floor and now i'm the one thats pinned. i look at him, trying to seem hurt by his actions. but a smile spreads across my face.
"i like seeing you like this, under me. defenseless." i raise my eyebrows, tilting my head slightly. i bring my head up so i'm close to his face. i bring my lips to his ear and let my breath touch his neck.

"well you'll never get the chance again" i say smirking. before he can realize he's let down his guard i flip him off of me. i stand up and brush my hands off. i laugh as he looks at me with confusion.

"come on, we've got training." i say as i walk to the closet to grab my training clothes. black leggings and a black sports bra. simple but they do the job. i turn towards the door, opening it and walking out to the bathroom. i hear nico getting up from the floor as i open the door to the bathroom. i change quickly and put my hair into a tight ponytail. i brush my teeth and head out of the bathroom. i notice nico isn't inside our small apartment. i assume he's already headed to the training center. i walk to the door grabbing a granola bar to eat on the way out. as i'm eating the granola bar, i grab my black boots and wrap for my hands. today was a boxing day. let's hope i don't break any fingers this time.
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time skip
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i arrive at the training center. it's a decent walk, but i had to jog cause i was running late. it's 5 minutes after training has started and i open the heavy doors. i look around at the familiar room. there's punching bags set up on half of the room and on the other half there are
men with pads covering their hands and core. i run over to a punching bag next to the one nicos using.

"you're late E." he says between punches. i start to wrap my hands as quick as i can.

"yeah, well guess who's fault that is?" i say giving him an annoyed look. i start to warm up, giving the punching bag a few small punches and kicks.

"sam isn't gonna be happy that you're late, again." i glare at my punching bag, starting to hit it harder.

"well maybe if you stopped pissing me off every morning i would be late! plus do you think he even noticed i was late? he looks quite busy over there." i nod my head towards the corner where sam is, looking like he's very deep in thought. "what do you think he's think about? looks like it's giving him quite the trouble."
i start to pick up the pace of my punches.

"i don't know and to be honest i don't think i want to know. he already gives me and you enough trouble on the daily, the last thing i want is for him to start complaining about his problems to us" i notice nico is starting to form a layer of sweat over his forehead and his breathing becoming heavier. damn, if he wasn't such a pain in the ass i might be trying to get with him.