Valentine Operative [Emma]
Feb 12, 2013 0:49:36 GMT -5
Post by Adrien Simard on Feb 12, 2013 0:49:36 GMT -5
I'm not one to do a theme song like this, but this is it for this.
Adrien beat on the hanging punching bag, covered in sweat, panting hard. He said nothing, let out no shouts of anger. He beat it, his fists getting bloodied from his continual efforts.
He swung a kick into it, finally knocking it off of what was holding it, letting it drop with a thud. He panted, staring at it, remembering the screams of his family, the last things he had seen of them.
He remembered Cécile screaming for him.
"Adrien," someone said as they poked their head in.
Adrien nodded absently, following him to where a few other men stood. One of them was a recruit, about to spar with him. His trainer spoke with the man briefly while Adrien paid no attention, lost in his own thoughts.
"Begin," the man said.
The other man started to throw strikes. Adrien didn't have much difficulty blocking or parrying them. He blocked the next punch and threw a kick into the side of the man's leg, knocking him to the ground.
Adrien stood back as the man got up and spoke with his trainer briefly. The men nodded to each other and the man stepped forward again. It was only being told "Round two." that got Adrien to react.
He stepped forward again, going through the same parries as last time. He blocked a kick with his arm and pushed back slightly. The man threw a punch, which Adrien blocked with his arm.
The French agent lashed out a kick into nearly the same spot as last time, causing the man to fall and scream.
The trainer went down, "Don't move," he said, feeling, then looked at Adrien, "You broke his leg."
"Sorry," Adrien said absently, simply, coldly.
He walked away, done with this, when a woman who was his superior approached.
"We need you for a mission," she told him.
"No," he said.
"You have no say," she said, "Look. Do this mission, and we'll give you what we have on the people who murdered your family."
Adrien looked at her, "What?"
"You heard me," she said.
"What's this mission?" he questioned.
"Valentine operative."
"I've done it before."
"Slightly different this time," she said.
Adrien beat on the hanging punching bag, covered in sweat, panting hard. He said nothing, let out no shouts of anger. He beat it, his fists getting bloodied from his continual efforts.
He swung a kick into it, finally knocking it off of what was holding it, letting it drop with a thud. He panted, staring at it, remembering the screams of his family, the last things he had seen of them.
He remembered Cécile screaming for him.
"Adrien," someone said as they poked their head in.
Adrien nodded absently, following him to where a few other men stood. One of them was a recruit, about to spar with him. His trainer spoke with the man briefly while Adrien paid no attention, lost in his own thoughts.
"Begin," the man said.
The other man started to throw strikes. Adrien didn't have much difficulty blocking or parrying them. He blocked the next punch and threw a kick into the side of the man's leg, knocking him to the ground.
Adrien stood back as the man got up and spoke with his trainer briefly. The men nodded to each other and the man stepped forward again. It was only being told "Round two." that got Adrien to react.
He stepped forward again, going through the same parries as last time. He blocked a kick with his arm and pushed back slightly. The man threw a punch, which Adrien blocked with his arm.
The French agent lashed out a kick into nearly the same spot as last time, causing the man to fall and scream.
The trainer went down, "Don't move," he said, feeling, then looked at Adrien, "You broke his leg."
"Sorry," Adrien said absently, simply, coldly.
He walked away, done with this, when a woman who was his superior approached.
"We need you for a mission," she told him.
"No," he said.
"You have no say," she said, "Look. Do this mission, and we'll give you what we have on the people who murdered your family."
Adrien looked at her, "What?"
"You heard me," she said.
"What's this mission?" he questioned.
"Valentine operative."
"I've done it before."
"Slightly different this time," she said.
