Eli: With my title, I bet you were thinking along the lines of Santa
Clause. Not so, but enjoy.
Jamie dreaded it all the time. He hated going, and the time had come again. He didn't know why it bothered him so much, but it was frightening to see.
Time to watch Bethany's training.
Once every two weeks, he had to be dragged along to the session. All he could do was sit and watch, not that that was boring. It was just who Bethany and his daddy became once they started.
Training was extremely hard and very disciplined. Ian changed from his usual good self into the black dragon, bad ass assassin, father from hell. He did not take it easy on Bethany because she was his daughter. In fact, that was one of the reason her training was so hard. Bethany became a student and nothing more. She wasn't even allowed to call Ian 'daddy' at this time and had to answer everything with 'sir'. She could not cry, could not complain, and had to obey perfectly.
Their sessions were awesome and long. Anyone who had seen it would agrre that it was very interesting to watch. but that was because they always came on days when the lessons were short and not as intense. Jamie and Danny were the only people who knew how truly hard it was. Not even Sara knew, since she didn't have the heart to watch her daughter being trained to hurt others.
Jamie watched in horror as they proceeded on with her lessons.
The content of the lessons were the various fighting styles Ian had picked up. Kickboxing, Tae Kwan Do, Ninjitsu, Karate, Shaolin Kung Fu, Akido, Kali. Jamie had a hard time keeping up. There were probably a dozen more to add to the list.
They had just finished up with something that looked like daggers and had gone on to 'no weapons'.
Despite Bethany's age, she was a very good warrior. Very good being an understatement. She had the patience to learn how to do everything correctly, she remembered and used everything she learned, and she couldn't be taken down.
Jamie watched on as Ian hit Bethany, who had been to busy dodging his other attack. She flew back and hit the wall. She fell from the wall to the floor. Jamie stood up. It looked like she had broken her neck or at least had been knocked out. He was relieved when she got up on her knees and arms.
"Get up, Bethany." Ian ordered coldly, her getting injured not having any affect in their training. She tried to lift herself up, but the blow to her chest had been very powerful. The kind of hit that would have killed any other kid. She got half up and then fell back to her knees.
"I said, Bethany, to get up!" He barked at her. Bethany, breathing heavily, did as he told her to.
"Sir, yes, sir." She answered as loud as she could muster as she rose off her knees and onto her feet. She bit back the pain which made her want to scream, and stopped any sort of tears to come to her eyes. She was relieved when Ian announced that they were done for the day.
She bowed to him in the traditional way, and then sat down at the bench with Jamie.
"Beth, are you okay?" He asked anxiously. She glanced over at him.
"I'll be fine." It wasn't a good sign. Bethany put a hand to where she had been hit. She was still very sore and it burned like fire. She wouldn't be surprised if her whole stomach was black and blue.
As they drove home, Jamie couldn't understand how Bethany could forget her beating and go back to being 'daddy's little girl'. And how Ian had changed back into his normal self. It was all very confusing. -That Night-
Jamie had to use the bathroom when he was suppose to be asleep. He crept out of bed and started walking to the bathroom when he heard his parents arguing. He creeped against the corner to listen.
"Ian, she is black and blue all over! What the hell was going on at the practice?! Did you purposely kick her ass?!"
"Cuts and bruises are expected, Sara! And I would kill myself before ever harming Bethany in that way!"
"Then what are you doing to her in practice?!"
"Training her for whatever is to come."
"She's eight years old, Ian. She's a little girl."
"The witchblade had matured her quickly. In reality, she is not a little girl."
"I don't care what the witchblade is doing to her. In my book, she is a child. Our child, and I don't know how she can forgive you with the shit you put her through every training day!"
"She understands her destiny!"
"What are you training her for? How intense are the situation?!"
"If I have to be the one to train my daughter, my flesh and blood, then it will be to this extent: I want to be able to throw her into the pits of hell, where the highest evil remains and would try with all their might to annihilate her, and have her be the last person standing after the battle and still be able to crawl back up to earth."
There was a silence for a moment as Sara took this in. then she exploded.
"You want WHAT?! No! How can you say that?! How can you do that to our child?!"
"You think I like doing what I have to do to train her? Do you think the hurt look in her eyes doesn't bother me? Do you seriously believe it's easy to know that if I don't train her that more than likely she will die in battle?! I hate doing this to her, but if I must, I'll make sure it is to my extent. Because I am not losing my daughter."
The two went on for a while longer, but Jamie didn't care to stay. He had the information he wanted.
The next session wouldn't be as scary.
Coming Attractions:
Daddy's Playing the Field pt.2
Jamie dreaded it all the time. He hated going, and the time had come again. He didn't know why it bothered him so much, but it was frightening to see.
Time to watch Bethany's training.
Once every two weeks, he had to be dragged along to the session. All he could do was sit and watch, not that that was boring. It was just who Bethany and his daddy became once they started.
Training was extremely hard and very disciplined. Ian changed from his usual good self into the black dragon, bad ass assassin, father from hell. He did not take it easy on Bethany because she was his daughter. In fact, that was one of the reason her training was so hard. Bethany became a student and nothing more. She wasn't even allowed to call Ian 'daddy' at this time and had to answer everything with 'sir'. She could not cry, could not complain, and had to obey perfectly.
Their sessions were awesome and long. Anyone who had seen it would agrre that it was very interesting to watch. but that was because they always came on days when the lessons were short and not as intense. Jamie and Danny were the only people who knew how truly hard it was. Not even Sara knew, since she didn't have the heart to watch her daughter being trained to hurt others.
Jamie watched in horror as they proceeded on with her lessons.
The content of the lessons were the various fighting styles Ian had picked up. Kickboxing, Tae Kwan Do, Ninjitsu, Karate, Shaolin Kung Fu, Akido, Kali. Jamie had a hard time keeping up. There were probably a dozen more to add to the list.
They had just finished up with something that looked like daggers and had gone on to 'no weapons'.
Despite Bethany's age, she was a very good warrior. Very good being an understatement. She had the patience to learn how to do everything correctly, she remembered and used everything she learned, and she couldn't be taken down.
Jamie watched on as Ian hit Bethany, who had been to busy dodging his other attack. She flew back and hit the wall. She fell from the wall to the floor. Jamie stood up. It looked like she had broken her neck or at least had been knocked out. He was relieved when she got up on her knees and arms.
"Get up, Bethany." Ian ordered coldly, her getting injured not having any affect in their training. She tried to lift herself up, but the blow to her chest had been very powerful. The kind of hit that would have killed any other kid. She got half up and then fell back to her knees.
"I said, Bethany, to get up!" He barked at her. Bethany, breathing heavily, did as he told her to.
"Sir, yes, sir." She answered as loud as she could muster as she rose off her knees and onto her feet. She bit back the pain which made her want to scream, and stopped any sort of tears to come to her eyes. She was relieved when Ian announced that they were done for the day.
She bowed to him in the traditional way, and then sat down at the bench with Jamie.
"Beth, are you okay?" He asked anxiously. She glanced over at him.
"I'll be fine." It wasn't a good sign. Bethany put a hand to where she had been hit. She was still very sore and it burned like fire. She wouldn't be surprised if her whole stomach was black and blue.
As they drove home, Jamie couldn't understand how Bethany could forget her beating and go back to being 'daddy's little girl'. And how Ian had changed back into his normal self. It was all very confusing. -That Night-
Jamie had to use the bathroom when he was suppose to be asleep. He crept out of bed and started walking to the bathroom when he heard his parents arguing. He creeped against the corner to listen.
"Ian, she is black and blue all over! What the hell was going on at the practice?! Did you purposely kick her ass?!"
"Cuts and bruises are expected, Sara! And I would kill myself before ever harming Bethany in that way!"
"Then what are you doing to her in practice?!"
"Training her for whatever is to come."
"She's eight years old, Ian. She's a little girl."
"The witchblade had matured her quickly. In reality, she is not a little girl."
"I don't care what the witchblade is doing to her. In my book, she is a child. Our child, and I don't know how she can forgive you with the shit you put her through every training day!"
"She understands her destiny!"
"What are you training her for? How intense are the situation?!"
"If I have to be the one to train my daughter, my flesh and blood, then it will be to this extent: I want to be able to throw her into the pits of hell, where the highest evil remains and would try with all their might to annihilate her, and have her be the last person standing after the battle and still be able to crawl back up to earth."
There was a silence for a moment as Sara took this in. then she exploded.
"You want WHAT?! No! How can you say that?! How can you do that to our child?!"
"You think I like doing what I have to do to train her? Do you think the hurt look in her eyes doesn't bother me? Do you seriously believe it's easy to know that if I don't train her that more than likely she will die in battle?! I hate doing this to her, but if I must, I'll make sure it is to my extent. Because I am not losing my daughter."
The two went on for a while longer, but Jamie didn't care to stay. He had the information he wanted.
The next session wouldn't be as scary.
Coming Attractions:
Daddy's Playing the Field pt.2