The Fighter - Chapter 6 -
#6 of The Fighter
-Chapter 6-
The night passed, the night turned into days, those days into weeks. All without a single sign of any potential demon assault. For Sonya, it was enough to make her believe that her would-be protection from the so called 'Guardian' was no longer needed. She approached him one afternoon in her apartment. The guardian staring out of the sliding doors that faced the city.
"How much longer am I going to have to be on my toes?" She asked him.
"Until the demon comes again. Like I said before, they are persistent. This one, is being very patient." Wolf tells her. "If you keep yourself to crowds, you shouldn't have to worry about being attacked. Not so say you won't be followed."
"By who? You? I already know you follow me." She says, giving her body guard a punch in the shoulder. Wolf rocked slightly back and forth to her punch before turning his attention to her.
"I've never followed you. I don't have to."
"Uh? Then explain the seemingly regular chills I get whenever I come home at night?"
"That's the henchmen. I've been watching him. Since the imps failed, a new plan will have to be created. He is gathering intel for his master."
"Wouldn't the master know that you are protecting me now?"
"Yes, and he'll account for that as well."
"Can you take a guess on when he'll make his move?"
"Soon I'd wager. You've returned to a regular routine, the henchmen would have learned your routes to and from important places, and your schedule for the next month by now."
"So soon you'll bag yourself a demon and I'll be free to turn to my normal life yes?"
"That's the plan. However, "Wolf turned his attention from the window down to the tiger, "the demon is being more patient then usual. And that is what troubles me." Sonya looked away out the window.
"You think this one is trying to make it a spectacular grab?" She asks with concern in her voice.
"One thing demons love to do is brag about their conquests. It's possible." Wolf says as he returns his attention to the window.
"You know, should really get you a change of clothes. The cloak and hood look is getting old."
"Another time perhaps." Sonya let out a soft sigh as she returns her gaze to the window.
"Hey Wolf? What would happen if you fail and the demon gets me."
"You don't want to know." He replies flatly. Sonya turns her gaze to him and gives him a slight stare down. Wanting to pursue her curiosity but deciding against it. Thinking that he was probably right and that she'd be better off not knowing. Turning away from him, she grabbed her bag and headed towards the door.
"I'm meeting Sam at the gym. Going to do some pre-fight night measures." Sonya told him. Though not sure why she did. She never told him where she was going before.
"Stick to the crowds." He advises as she closes the door behind her. "Fight night?" Wolf says to himself. Raising his hand to his chin. "Hmmm."
Sonya stuck to Wolf's advise and stayed with the crowds all the way to the gym. Sam was already there waiting for her. Her nose buried in a health and fitness magazine. Sonya sees her first and decides to play a little tease. Wandering over to her doe friend and squishing the magazine into her friends face with her boobs. "Hey Sam, ready to get to work?"
Once Sonya pulled her boobs away Sam closed the, now crumpled, magazine. "You and your boobs. Am I really the only one you tease with those milk jugs?" She asks as she stands up and grabs her bag of medical supplies.
"Yep, cause I know everyone else will try to get a handful of them."
"Oh, and what about that guy you have in our house? You haven't gone back to your slut was in high school on my have you?" Sam asks as she wanders to the back of the gym were the training room resides.
"Geez Sam must you say that out loud?" Sonya asks. "You know I haven't. Not even sure the big guy even sleeps."
"Well that's good. Keeps me from having to do a pregnancy and std test on you as well."Sam says with a giggle and a smile. "Alright, get on the bench and I'll check your knee first."
Sonya did as she was told. Dropping her sweatpants, sitting down onto the bench, and resting her leg up onto it. A knee brace now wrapped around her leg. "Can I get this thing off please? I refuse to forfeit my title because of it." Sonya asks as she looks around her knee.
"Well that's for me to decide." Sam asks as she pulls up and chair and starts to look over the knee. Stripping the brace from it to check it properly. Sonya laying back on the bench, letting her friend do what she will to her knee.
"Tell me Sam, what do you think of this mess?"
"The mess with your knee or with the demon story?"
"Both." Sonya says. Rolling her arm over her eyes.
"Well, the knee should be in an acceptable condition come fight night. As for the demons, well you know that I believe you. Not sure about our giant guest though."
"You think he's full of shit don't you?"
"I think the demon should make it's move soon so we can go back to our own lives." Sam says. Clearly remaining as neutral as possible in this situation. "Defiantly a protector though. Might be worth highering as your official body guard." She suggests.
"No. Something tells me he has bigger things to take care of."
"So you did notice." Sam said as she sits up from Sonya's knee.
"Notice what?" She asked, raising her head up.
"That package of his. It's the only reason a man like him would ware a cloak all the time." Sonya blushed at Sam's words. Bringing the doe to giggle again.
"Sam you are the worst. Sometimes I swear." Sonya says as she reaches into Sam's bag and pulls out a foam rectangle to hit her with it. Sam continued to have a good giggle as her friend hit her over and over until she stopped.
"Come on now Sonya you can't tell me you've never thought about it."
"About what?" Sonya asked, holding the foam over her head.
"You're 28 years old and haven't had any kind of a serious relationship with anything cept the UFC since college."
"Trying to say that we don't have a serious relationship?" Sonya asks before hitting her friend over the head again.
Sam sighed lightly before returning to Sonya's knee. "I do care about our relationship. I just don't think it can go any further because I'm your doctor. If the UFC found out we were sexual active, they'd strip you of your title and possibly fire me."
Sonya slumped back onto the bench. Using the foam as a head rest as she looked back up to the ceiling. Sam was right. Their relationship had to stay this way, or else everything they've both worked for would be lost. It was in her contract that Sonya couldn't have a sexual relationship with anything of the medical team, the judges, announcers, or any of the officials to avoid any potential favoring. "One of our many problems." She says as she returns her arm over her eyes.
"One thing that isn't," Sam says as she pulls away. "your knee should be fine come fight night. Go light on the leg work today and everything should be fine." Sam smiles to her tiger. Sonya smiling in return as she sits up and gives her a kiss.
"What was that for?" Sam asks.
"Everything."