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- Posted: Fri, 20 Apr 2012 06:53:05 +0000
Arm raised to block another hit as a fist came down on her, landing blow after blow. Not even an effort to fight back, or plea the man to stop, that all just made it worse. She knew it was her father, that today she had woken up late, and fallen behind in everything, something she was going to regret. The moment he saw a tear, the figure took on a huge grin and grabbed the metal cane, thick and well used from the dents that shone off the dim light. Taking body shots with it as she rolled trying to make it hit bones instead of vitals. Bringing the stick down finally on the arms shielding time after time till a strong crack was heard before a swift one to the side of the head.
Waking with a start, sitting up straight, eyes wide, one hand flew to the loose t-shirt she had been sleeping in, gripping it as though reality was going to slip away if she let go. Karin Let out the deep breath of air and looked around the neutral room. She was safe here, unlike her home back in Germany, just outside Berlin. It was still early in the day, but late by her standards. All the chores should have been done hours ago; like shoveling the animal dung, feeding them all, harvesting ripe food from the tiny garden, milking the cow and collecting the eggs, watering the garden. Hell, there should have been a pile of chopped wood outside the front door for the breakfast she should have been cooking. But she didn't need to do any of that here, and it still made her uncomfortable after two months. The whole suite was sparkling clean, top to bottom, she had done it when the sun was rising hours ago, and went back to sleep when there was nothing to do and they told her to take it easy for one more day.
Letting out a second sigh she fell back into the bed, staring up at the ceiling. It bothered her knowing someone, somewhere in this building was doing similar work for all the students to be able to sleep, like her parents did when she was up early. She wanted to go do it, feeling restless in this bed, in a room she could call her own till someone joined her. Last month had been all bed rest, having been beaten to a pulp before these people found her from the note in town, and then what they did to 'help'. This month had been walking, stretching, and getting back into exercise, all because her body had thinned out a bit from the lack of fitness. Making her a little self conscious as well.
Karin still didn't trust them, tomahawk sitting at the foot of her bed out of request. She had chosen it out of the fact she had only ever used a wood cutting axe, so it felt the most natural. They may have rescued her and many others, but in exchange they wanted them to fight some sort of monstrosities? Saved so she could die from something else, sounded promising. Rolling on her side and up out of bed, A shower was first on the list to do, followed with a plain white bra and baggy boy shorts were thrown on till a less worn t shirt in grey was on and loose faded blue jeans were up to her waist. Bare foot was something she loved about this place, taking to it quickly. Calmly going about making a small breakfast just for herself while her hair dried, something Karin had managed to get used to over the two months, as opposed to family sized meals she cooked but never ate.
Lonely in a happy sort of way while she ate at the empty table. Today would feel like her first day, having done everything in her room the past two months. She didn't even know what the hall outside her door looked like. Quickly eating, even though nothing was waiting on her, she threw on socks and some plain shoes before taking a breath and staring hard at the door. Being shut in for so long had done her no favors as she debated staying in another day as suggested. It took a while but she convinced herself to leave, bursting out of the room, shutting and locking it behind her as she looked left and right down a long intimidating hallway.
Another deep breath led to walking aimlessly down the halls, trying to find somewhere to let out all this pent up energy from resting for so long. The search did take some time but she found a room with everything she needed. Punching bag, weights, and all the nice equipment she had no clue how to use. A weak smile on her lips as she took quickly to the punching bag and started on it. Steady and hard hits from her fists and legs continued on and on till her knuckles bled, unaware there was something called 'gloves' for this. The pain brought back memories which only made her punch harder and faster as she imagined the bag to be her father. Finally dropping to her knees, she felt like crying, but instead took heavy breaths and just stared at the ground, trying to calm emotions that were on fire.