Good Boy

[Lucian "Lucy" Lafaux]

"Have to be a good boy. Have to be a good boy. Have to be a good boy." Each sentence punctuated by a punch to the bag. He hated exercising, sports, and doing anything that seemed the least bit repetitive. But-

"Have to be a good boy. Have to be a good boy." The punches got harder his knuckles reddening, cheeks flushed with the effort he slammed into the large bag with each word now. Getting released from solitary accomplished he had to make sure he didn't go back in. His impulses, rage, and high energy had to go somewhere. So-

"HavetobeagoodboyHavetobeagoodboy." His hands flew faster at the bag teeth gritted as they made contact. Now strength wasn't his power. He probably couldn't even lift fifty pound bag of kitty litter without straining his muscles. The bag didn't even move as his fists connected even if he struck as hard as he could. Just little dents in the fabric appeared then disappeared as his fists left.

"Goodboygoodboygoodboygoodboy." How long did he stand there hitting the bag? He couldn't tell. He just knew he had to keep hitting until he didn't want to burn things. Until the need to do violent things went away. Heat poured through his body, sweat trickled down his spine, and dripped from his face. His muscles screamed-STOP but he kept going.

If other people worked out or trained in the vicinity he blocked them out. He had to. The heat built up until he just grabbed the bag slamming one fist into it. Chest heaving he hit the bag one last time he sagged dropping to his knees giggling to himself. "Good. Boy." Blood dripped from his busted knuckles little spots sizzled as they hit the floor. The fire inside started to fade tipping his head back he just sat there staring up at the ceiling. Then a face entered his line of sight. "Oh, hiya. Wanna use the bag? Cuz if ya do go ahead cuz I can't move. Don't worry about hittin' me I won't mind." Grinning madly he sat there arms limp at his sides heat radiating off of him.

[Bell Connelly]

Goodness! This room was loud!

That was Bell’s original thought once she entered the gym, for one of the few times in her career in the school. A fact that should surprise no one whatsoever considering Bell had the same body type as a fourteen year old girl. She stuck out like a sore thumb in the midst of clacking weight machines whirling treadmills and the general grunts of people working their bodies to a sweat, it was clear that the small girl with flaming red curly hair and a pair of reading glasses sitting on her nose projecting an air of daintiness couldn’t be more out of her element if she tried

The school thought it prudent that in a room of dangerous weights it was sensible to have a facility to oversee things to make sure that someone didn’t get hurt (The probability of an incident at this school was most likely higher then most schools) This time it just happened to be Bell’s turn

Bell gilded around the room keeping an eye out for any incidents that may have been brewing -Wrinkling her nose at the…interesting smell in the room- before her eyes landed on the boy and she gasped sharply moving over with concern on her face "Oh my Goodness, are you alright? Here let me get you some ice"

[Lucian "Lucy" Lafaux]

Blinking for a moment he felt blinded by the redness of the hair surrounding the worried face gazing down at him. "Ice? Yeah, I don't think that's gonna help much there, Red." Not student so staff. He couldn't go anywhere in this school without some staff member hovering over him it felt like. But then again that's what he got for being such a trouble maker.

Rolling his head he hung it to rest on his chest for a moment arms throbbing. "This is sooooo gonna suck later." But thankfully it had helped. He no longer felt the need to punch people, nor did he feel like burning things. Okay, that wasn't exactly true he always felt like burning things.

"Oh, right. I'm fine. Just peachy. Can't move my arms. But other than that I'm so super. Super super." He tried to flex his fingers and flinched then let out a long giggle. Punching bags might actually work if he could hurt himself like this every time then it would most definitely work. He could go as hog wild beating the thing as he wanted, and not even the staff could get mad at him. Better than him exploding things or starting fights with students.