HUNTER
NOTE: I do not own the Angel/Buffy characters or anything like that but I do own Blake and any others that I make up.A/N: This is a story that shot me in the head. Don't ask what's going to happen or how it came to me. It just did. There will probably be barely any Buffy or Angel characters in it but the killing vampires/demons thing shall definitely remain. I can't tell you much more because... well, I don't know yet.
CHAPTER 3
Blake watched one of the younger boys, Justin, hitting at a punching bag in the gym where Blake worked. Blake's job was to teach martial arts to young teens of thirteen to sixteen. Justin punched the bag heedlessly. His form made Blake upset. He hated it when his students didn't take anything seriously. Blake grabbed Justin by his forearm and made the thirteen-year-old look at him.
"What was that?" said Blake.
"What's wrong?" asked Justin.
"You weren't even trying."
"Yes, I was. I'm doing the best I can. It's not my fault."
Blake glared. He released Justin's arm. "I don't have time for whiners. If you're just gonna waste my time there's no room for you in this class."
"No," said Justin quickly. "I'm sorry."
"Save it. Just start again."
Justin sighed. He turned back to the punching bag and immediately began attacking it again. Blake observed from a short distance. Two of the personal trainers stood behind a desk watching Blake's tactics.
"That kid's hard as hell," said one of them.
"I know," the other agreed. "How'd he get this job, anyway?"
"Boss liked what he could do. The way he worked with the brats."
"The guy's a show off."
"Yeah, well, if we're not careful he could move up way before us."
A/N: I know. It's short, very short. But, hey, I'm sick and I feel like death. So you should appreciate this much. Want to show your appreciation? Review then.
