The Mysterious Demon Book 2

(A/N: Dear Readers, thank you all for your patience, I know I haven't updated in a while but you've caught me in the middle of my final exam period, Ramadan and Eid but to compensate, I'll be making this chapter longer than usual. Enjoy!)

-Blake-

An alarm woke me up that morning, making me get up instantly.

I've been training with Dominic for 3 weeks now and these weeks have been some of the hardest I've had to go through physically. I thought having Dominic as my trainer would have been easy, we'd have fun all the time -and sometimes we do, but there's fear in her eyes, fear for me.

As I brushed my teeth and changed into my workout gear, I'm reminded why. Just as much as it hurts me to think that she was beaten up and humiliated in the worst way possible, she probably felt that same way thinking about me and what would happen if I were to go against the King. I've acted confident for her, told her I could do it, trained my ass off to get stronger and stronger each coming day, trying to put her fears to the side but in truth,

I doubted.

As strong as I was getting, there was still a part of me that thought that if Dominic couldn't do it, then how could I? And if I were able to defeat him, to gain the title of strongest street fighter, then how would that make Dominic feel? I didn't want to put her through something like that but whenever I've tried to talk to her about it she'd tell me that things like that weren't a problem, that thoughts like that would just drag me down, have me hesitate.

'Think of me as your challenge, not your setback. Just like how I thought of Xavier,' she had told me so I shook the thought out of my head. I was doing this for her and would win whether I liked it or not because he needed to be taught a lesson.

I walked down to the training room where Dominic was waiting for me. I caught her testing out one of the punching bags, her swings sharp, the contact loud and in the end, she did a quick turn and kicked at the height of someone's head which made the bag swing off of its hook. I stood impressed before going in to help her pick the bag up again but before I could, I noticed that her face which was semi-hidden by her hair held a smile.

"Morning," I greeted and she turned to me with a grin,

"Good morning!" We shared a quick kiss, the gentlest part of the day, before getting ready, "This is your last session before the face-offs, you ready?" My last day of intense workouts, my last day of 6-hour sessions from 9 am-3 pm, my last day of independent workouts from 9 pm-11 pm, my last day before the fight.

I grinned,

"As ready as I'll ever be."

-

We were at the 5-hour mark for today's training session, Dominic was teaching me a new hold which involved me being locked under her and as much as this position would have been desirable any other time, right now it was painful as fuck. Thankfully, she unlocked it when her phone went off, leaving me laying on the floor like a starfish because of my exhaustion.

"Alia will be here soon," she lets me know after her phone call. Alia was one of Dominic's trainees and she'd come for her lesson once a week for an hour as well. During this time Xavier would come and train me. In that sense, Alia is my saving grace. I love Dominic, but her workout sessions are far from easy. Even now when I should be used to the intensity, my legs shake, hardly able to carry me and even though we aren't focussed on ab work, laughing, sneezing, makes my core ache.

I look up to see Dominic leaning down to look at me while I was still on the floor. Her face held a soft expression, her beautiful smile playing on her lips, her eyes gleaming.

I wanted to ask her a question but nerves got the best of me and it ended up getting stuck in my throat, so instead, she lightly taps my cheek twice and says, "Come on hun, you had your break already, carry on going until Xavier gets here"

'hun', that was new but it gave me a warming feeling so I wasn't complaisant when getting up, even though it hurt like hell but before I could fully stand, "Why's your ass on the floor Blake? Don't tell me Demon can still beat you this close to the competition!"

I rolled my eyes at Xavier's exclamation as he walked into the room, jacket swung around his shoulders as if he ruled the world. "Don't be mean," Dominic says but just as I was starting to think that she was defending me, "beating me isn't that easy of a feat." Their chuckles filled the room, and a sudden realisation that these street fighters were going to be the death of me made its way into my head. They were the actual demons.

Alia comes in not too long after that, we nod at each other in formal greeting but we don't usually talk. I do catch a bit of their training while I'm having my break with Xavier though and something about it tempts me to ask, "Why is she so much nicer to girls?"

While Dominic would raise her voice when giving me quick instructions, was rough, would tell me to go faster or that I was too weak, her voice was still stern but more gentle with her, she was formal, she was caring, and she made sure Alia was comfortable all the time.

question until he turned to them and realised what I meant. "Because boys are

were to show any 'nice-ness' during her training sessions with guys they'd walk all over her, call her weak, or wouldn't take her

if you

me wholeheartedly before exclaiming, "Because I'm a man!"

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-Dominic- Two Days later-

feels weird, doesn't

was standing next to me in my office in the bar. There were 15 minutes left until the Face-Offs started and the whole place was packed. Xavier was the commentator for the fights tonight, I was the supervisor, but all we could

"It does," I answer.

turn to him to see his hand outstretched. "For old times sake," he says which makes

to stay true, stay fair and stay bloody no matter who we're fighting

luck' as he exited the room. The next thing that

GENTLEMEN, ARE YOU READY?!"

to form so I took in a deep breath and walked out

-

the fighters I used to go against were here anymore. The only person I did recognise tonight apart from Nick and the rest of the guys was Destroyer but he wasn't here to fight, he came up to me to say hi, telling me he only came to see me since the fights were held in

a shot at beating King," I tell him and he

where he was currently fighting and although Xavier told him to stop already, he continued beating the unconscious fighter until

but smile, "Still calling me M.D

I wanted maybe a handshake, a formal greeting-" I stopped him

name is

wanna take a picture too!" And after our selfie, I start paying attention to the ring

long hours for weeks so he had built that up, I also made sure that these past two days he was resting so that he'd have the energy to go all out tonight. The only thing to worry about now was his technique and how well he's able to adapt to his opponents. During our spars, I made sure to change my fighting style often so he wouldn't get used to the same thing. He had also been fighting at the bar on his

Every time he'd get hit, I'd flinch, hoping he wouldn't get hurt too bad but that was unavoidable tonight, especially if he were to go against the King. But I was

worth

This time was no different. After this semi-final match, he'd be going against King who, judging from

the blood pooling in his mouth which makes

until he was finally able to hold the guy in the hold that I had taught him which not only trapped the other guy from moving but also the angle at which his arm was held was probably causing a tremendous amount of pain. The guy was being persistent though if only Blake was to make it

could see the shoulder come undone, making the guy scream out in pain and

IS THE BEAST!"

I exclaimed as Blake got up and made his way towards me. I gave

one more left," He whispers in my ear and we both turn to look at

blades they'll most likely be at his joints, his elbows, his knees. If you see him coming in with those then you need to avoid it at all costs. Use your legs. Stay strong."

cheered but it gets lost in between those of the

King exclaimed at Blake but his smirk is still plastered on his face. He didn't care about fairness, never did. "You put in a good effort to get this far boy but you'll lose to me,

ignoring him as he nodded to Xavier who announced

"START!"

register and he was punched roughly on the jaw. However, Blake regained his focus and moved in with a few punches of his own which were easily blocked. He tried kicking too but King took a hold of his leg before swinging him over and crashing him onto the floor. Blake didn't day down though, he knew better than to do so. He got up and was able to kick at King's legs, making him fall which allowed Blake to throw punches at his face a

his elbow down where I could clearly see a blade