Life Sometimes Sends You Curve Balls (locked to Smith)

Apr 30, 2006 09:07

Punching the bag that was hanging from the cealing, she couldn't help but feel hurt. They knew... knew who took her... an offering... nothing more than an offering for someone. Was her whole childhood a lie? Was her whole life a lie?

Swinging another hard punch into the bag, she was ready to scream. Even the Goddess of Peace could be angry at times and this time it was directed to a man that once had been a trusted advisor of Avalon. The Merlin, the man she'd once trusted as well... a round house kick that nearly tore the punching bag from the cealing.

Stopping for a moment, paning and clentching her hands together, trying to keep herself from distroying her work out room. Having to rebuild it later would just be a pain. However she couldn't go out into the temple proper like this. Her children couldn't see her like this... how could she explain why she wanted to go out and kill a man... a man that couldn't even remember doing this to her.

Crouching down so that she was nearly half her size and trying to make herself calm down. She needed to get herself under control before she could go out, but she just didn't know how.

childhood, smith, anger, kidnapping

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