Angels and Daemons (Private, Creed)

[Sebastian Xavier]

Sebastian was grunted as his fist connected with the punching bag. The bag swung wildly, much more so then when most people struck it. All his working out and training made him stronger and much more durable then most. Yet it wasn't always enough. He many times had to rely upon wit and cunning, as well as some good weaponry. He punched the bag again then spun about and round house kicked it brutally. It flew off the chain holding it and in to the opposite wall. He blinked and sighed. Wiping sweat from his brow, he the draped a damp cloth over his shoulders. He walked to his bag and grabbe a bottles of water and tipped it back squeezing a long steady stream down his gullet. His poor wings where so cramped inside his shirt and longed to be free yet he knew better. He was in a public gym, not a private one. Anybody could walk in.

He stepped to the bag he had knocked down and picked it up over his shoulders and carried it back. Throwing the end of the chain up and looped it around the beam and attached it back to itself with a knot and a little bending to make the last two links fit. It wasn't perfect but would hold until he was finished for the day. Taking a few steps balled his fists up, the wrapping around his wrists and knuckles a stark white against his tanned flesh. He began punching the bag again, but held off on his kicks. He paused and grabbed the bag as the doors to the gymnasium opened to reveal a female walking in...

[Creed Ackerman]

As Creed entered the Gym, her eyes landed on a blonde man. The man was at the punching bags and looked tough as hell. ‘I better steer clear of him, he looks like trouble . . . Although, he is pretty cute . . .’ Creed blushed fifty shades of red and she quickly looked away as she had been staring at him for a minute or two.

With one last glance, Creed turned around, making her blonde hair falling in front of her clear blue eyes. There was a voice in her head, the one that always randomly appears at the worst of times.

‘Go for it . . . He won’t be angry if you do!’ The voice echoed throughout her thoughts.

‘How about . . . NO.’ Creed mentally thought back to the voice. ‘I don’t need you right now, so go away!’

The voice laughed softly, giving Creed a almost clear vision of the voice’s face; smirking at her, cold eyes looking down at her.
Creed shook her head and sighed before walking towards the treadmills and trying to set one up.