Summary: Cloe wants to end her life, but something or as a matter of fact... somebody ruins her plan. What is it with the new tribe, and who are they? And why does it change her life? Cledism and perhaps some Jebony!
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A/N: WooHoo, I'm updating again! Thanks to everybody who read and reviewed chapter 7. I hope you'll like this chapter as well.
Chapter 8
"It's that really the best you can do?" snarled Ved, looking at Cloe disappointed
"Well, I'm doing my best. Stop snarling at me!"
Ved just snorted and turned away; walking back the chair he had been sitting on before his little outburst.
Cloe followed him with her eyes, narrowing them as evil thoughts entered her mind. He wasn't supposed to be like that. She had been in the Techno camp for nearly four days, and when they weren't kissing, they were training, well; Ved was training her to be a 'good' Techno.
"Hit it again, with more force." She watched as he rubbed his temples slowly, looking tired.
She sighed.
She had been beating at this punching bag for nearly three hours, but every time she suggested that a break would be nice he would be pissed and start yelling again.
'Why do I need to punch a bag anyway?' she though, whacking the bag as hard she could. 'Don't see why I need to learn it.' She slammed her fist at it again, trying to use more force. 'Why can't I just learn how to use a destroyer or whatever they call those things?' She smacked it again, trying to block out Ved's comments on how she was supposed to do it.
"Come on Cloe... Again!"
"Shut up!" she turned around, looking at him with pure hate. "If it's so easy, why don't you show me then?"
Ved smirked, stood from the chair, grabbed some boxing gloves on the shelf, and started to walk towards her.
She took a step back and watched as he started to get ready, hitting the punching bag slowly a few times, and then added more and more force with each punch. Then he swung his arm, beating the punching bag hard, making it move more than she had imagined he would be able to.
She growled in disappointment, she had been so confident that he wouldn't be able to actually whack the bag.
After a few more punches he stopped, turned around and smirked.
"So?" he asked.
"So? Yeah, okay. You can smack a bag, woohoo for you!" She knew she would look childish, but she couldn't help but pout.
"Now, slam it again."
She tried to bash her eyelids, hoping it would look somewhat seductive enough and he would let her relax. He smiled, stepped closer, his hand on her check which she leaned slightly into.
He leaned forward; his lips faintly touched hers. His arms sneaked around her waist, and she placed her arms around his neck, moaning into the kiss. She loved when they were in full body contact. She loved when she could feel the heat from his body, making her feel more alive – it almost felt like it gave her something to live for.
One of his arms stayed around her waist, while the other moved slowly downwards, faintly touching her back in the progress. She shivered. Suddenly his hand started to go under her top, his hand now touching her skin.
They broke apart, his hand still tucked neatly under her top, her head leaning slightly on his shoulder in order to stay focus. Both were breathing heavily.
"Wow," he whispered in a horse voice.
"Yeah..." she agreed, nodding her head weakly.
"Now, hit the bag one more time. I'll hold it for you."
She nodded. Tried to move away from him, but his hand was still tucked under her top, making it hard to move at all. But then he suddenly removed his hand, and she couldn't help but groan for the lack of touch. It had felt so good to have his hand touching her skin.
It took them a few seconds before they were both able to stay focus. He grabbed the punching bag, nodded to her, and she got into the position.
Everything went so fast, she felt like she had more energy than ever before. She placed the first punch on the bag with her right hand, then used her left, then her right again. Then the kicks with the right leg, two times, before she used her left hand again. Then, as she was going to whack the bag with her right hand again, someone entered. Cloe turned her head to see who it was, the upcoming punch totally forgotten. Her hand came in contact with something other than the bag – she had slammed Ved in the face.
"Oh, fuck Cloe! What the heck did you do that for!"
"Oh my GOD! I'm so sorry!" she moved to touch his shoulder, but he flinched and took a step back. She stopped death in her tracks, her hand hovering in the air.
"Very impressive," said a mocking voice. Applause was heard, and Cloe turned around to look who had made her loose concentration. It was Ram. Ram and those two Ebony look-a-likes. What was it again, Siva and Java?
"Java," said Ram, nodding towards Ved who was covering his eye with both his hands. Cloe followed Java with her eyes as the girl walked towards Ved and stopped in front of him. Java removed his hands, and Cloe gasped when Ved's eye came into view. It was already swelling, and slightly red with a yellowish border around it.
"Ha-ha... Ha-ha..." Ram was laughing, while pointing his finger at Ved, who scowled. Java snickered, and even Siva couldn't help but laugh.
"So Ved, how does it feel to be beaten by a girl...? A virt?" asked Ram, not laughing anymore, but looking rather disappointed at Ved.
Ved didn't utter a word; he just stared at Ram, his eyes narrowing into tiny slits. Silence... Complete and utter silence. Cloe gulped, feeling nervous. Would they punish her for hurting one of their own? Or would they throw her out again, now when she finally felt like she had found a home?
"Ved..." Cloe really wanted to apologize, but with Ram and the two other girls in the room it was hard to say something. They made her nervous, and she knew that as long as she wasn't a 'real' Techno anything could happen to her.
"So, Ved... What do you think we should do to punish the little virt?" asked Ram, smirking. Cloe frowned.
"I think she should have someone else to train her. I have more important things to do than train some virt!"
Cloe gasped. It had only been five or so minutes ago when they had kissed, and now because she had accidentally punched him in the face so that he had a... black eye... Cloe sighed.
"Hmm... Siva, you take over her training. Make her a real fighter. I have faith in you my dearest."
Cloe glared at Siva who just nodded. Did that mean she wouldn't spend time with Ved anymore?
"Good," was all Ved said, before leaving the room, followed by Ram and Java.
"Don't worry. Give him a few days to calm down, and then he will return again."
Cloe nodded, but she couldn't help but feel that it would never be like that. Ved was a complicated guy, and she had hurt his pride.
"So... I know you haven't been here that long, but show me what you have learned so far," said Siva. Cloe couldn't help but smile at the girl. Siva spoke in such a sweet and almost tender voice. She couldn't help but like this girl, Techno or no Techno.
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And thanks to Savanna for helping me with my grammar and spelling!
