I am so so very sorry this took so long to post! Between moving and the holidays, I've had to squeeze in my fanfic time, and frankly this chapter was a PAIN! I think I started with a strictly chronological narrative format, but then re-wrote is 4 times, before finally overhauling all of it completely.
This is the rather experimental result.
Oh and for those of you who HAVE seen Boomtown- the scene of McNorris boxing was definitely my inspiration for this piece. I just couldn't resist!
(And neither Tin Man nor Boomtown belong to me. Boo hiss growl.)
One. Two. One. Two. One. Two.
The rhythm continues, as Wyatt pounds into the small training dummy he vaguely remembers DG calling a speed-bag.
"None of you…Not one of you has the right to judge me. Not on my choices before I even knew all of you existed!"
One. Two. One. Two.
His knuckles begin to burn despite the bandages he's wrapped around them. His dress shoes are too tight, but he just ignores the pain, and continues.
One. Two. One. Two. One. Two.
The little noble prick had his hands all over the youngest princess. No one who really knew her was surprised when she hit him. And hell, Wyatt had to admit he'd been proud.
He ignores Glitch and the Furball when they slip in to sit along the wall of the abandoned training room. Just as he ignores his son and the few guardsmen brave enough to remain to watch their Commander as he vents in this violent and disturbingly silent display of his frustration.
"Princess? It's not like the bitch hasn't spread her legs before!" There was a snarl from the watching Guards and the eldest princess as the brat dared to spew such filth. "You all know it! Who knows who she's fucked by now. Why shouldn't I have a turn?"
It is Glitch who dares to venture nearer. Glitch who opens his mouth as if he has something to say.
The queen ordered the Guard Commander to make sure the young lord's taken away, but all are shocked by his refusal.
"No Ma'am." Cain's voice had been soft. "Not while he's still breathin'."
"Cain, you need to speak to her." He shows no sign that he's heard the other man.
One. Two. One. Two. One. Two.
"She thinks you're ashamed of her."
The bag slams to a halt in his hand, as he stares at his friend in utter disbelief.
"None of you…Not one of you has the right to judge me."
The room stays silent, as no one can think of anymore to say.
Reviews/critiques please. I really have no idea how I feel about this chapter personally...