Chapter 2
A romantic Dinner
There was a knock at the door, a certain rhythm that he knew oh so well Mask’s snide comments quickly slid away as he recognised her knock. He was still laying the table, he quickly finished and headed towards the door after a quick check on the sauce.
He opened the door. For a second he was affixed on something far beyond her
“Hey!” she shouted poking him in the belly “You’re getting Fat!”
“Ow… sorry I was away with an angel,” he smiled at her “And I am not Fat!”
“Why you!” she made her way into the house poking Ed in the stomach with each step each poke made him step back
“Angel? You? With an angel? And you are fat! Fatty!” each comment was followed by a swift poke to the belly and a small step backwards.
They were nearly at the kitchen when he tripped over the vacuum cleaner sending him to the floor he clutched out for something and grabbed the angry poking girl, after a tumble Ed landed on his back with the angry girl on top of him, “Bring back memories?” he said she smiled said nothing and kissed him. It had only been a few hours since they had been apart but that felt too long, he wrapped his legs around hers as they kissed, he feet traced her finely toned calves down to her feet, her tongue entered his mouth he met hers with his they whipped around each other. His feet stroked the top of her shoes, he broke the kiss and whispered “No shoes,” he slipped her trainers of her feet. They kissed again until she broke away and said “I’m hungry, how about a romantic dinner?”
“Way ahead of ya!”
Candles lit the table and the room providing just enough light to illuminate the table and only a little around the room the rest was in darkness, fine silver cutlery lay aside high quality china plates with an expensive golden lining. The room was filled with the succulent smell of finely cooked meat and fresh vegetables. The meat was covered in a nice thick sauce that dripped over the lettuce as if sharing its wealth of taste to a less fortunate food. To one side sat a bucket of ice with a bottle of ancient wine from the best wine house in the world.
If he could, he would, however with his family out of town he neither the food nor the cooking ability to present Lucy with such fine table sets. He had settled for pasta and homemade tomato sauce with a side order of cheese and to top it off he had laid the food bowls on the table so that she could serve herself.
“I know its not what your used to at home but in a council house you got to economise!” he joked blushing
“Its cute, anyways I tend to get fed up with the silver plates and the china cutlery,” Ed raised an eyebrow but she seemed oblivious to what she had just said.She kissed him quickly on the cheek and whispered thanks.
She was right however, she came from one of the rich areas in Swindon, he had been round a few times and each time he was presented with food far beyond anything he could hope to make let alone afford.
There was a comfortable silence for a while until she spoke “So, about this angel, who is she?” she was feigning jealousy
“Ah! Her, yeah she really is an angel,” He looked towards the ceiling as if remembering he was in fact just winding her up, again.
“Tell me?”
“Guess?”
“What?” she said looking confused and cute
“Who the angel is?”
“Ok… Heidi?”
“Nope” A grin struck Ed's face he could tell she was getting wound up, she suggested a few more people ‘Kate, Katie, Caz’ Ed simply shook his head she thought hard and said “I know Toni!”
“She may be a special lady but not an angel like this one,” They had finished eating by this time. He got up and started to clear the table. As he took her plate she looked straight into his eyes, the deep green seemed to swirl around him like a tornado ‘maybe she is a monster’ he looked away and strolled into the kitchen he put everything next to the sink ‘This is going to be a lot of washing up to do’ he thought to himself.
“And you get to do it all…” Mask said
“Well you have to watch,” Ed replied
“Ed… who is the angel,” her voice was slightly whiney the same way a child might speak when they want something from a parent.
He turned to see that she was pouting, he smiled and stepped forward he spoke softy “you,” she gasped quickly as he placed his hands on her waist and began to kiss her, but he was teasing, he broke away and then kissed again, he then moved down her neck he could feel the warmth coming from her as he felt the desire build up inside of him. He kissed her exposed shoulder while she buried her self into his neck one hand around his back another stroking the back of his neck. “Wait! We’re downstairs,” he paused she was right, a brief moment of silence followed. He shrugged “Maybe just this once,”
Her back was against the fridge now she withdrew from his neck and kissed him hard he could feel the desire radiating from her body, she was getting hotter and his own desire building significantly. He slipped a hand up the back of her thigh slowly stroking the muscles, little circles, just the way she liked. As he crept higher he heard her giggle slightly as he reached her underwear. He traced the top across to her ass and gripped a cheek, toned and firm, just how he liked them, his hand lingered for a second as her hand came down and started to stroke the throbbing bulge under his trousers. She fondled with the zip as his hand reached her groin, he stroked her lightly the way she liked she groaned slightly but the kiss muffled it. His Zip was down and he was out as her underwear fell to the floor he used his fingers as she stroked, he sent his fingers into her, she was wet and moaning, he couldn’t resist. With both hands he gripped her and sent himself in.
Braced up against the fridge door he thrust in and out, slowly, at first “Come on!” she said breathlessly “Give it to me!” she moaned as he grinned “Your gunna have to wait!” he returned as he increased his rhythm. He was right, in every way, she was an angel having sex with her almost felt forbidden as if he was soiling sacred ground, perhaps it was after all he was the scrawny poor kid while she was the daughter of a rich businessman. She had her arm around his back and with a swift motion he put her on her on the kitchen floor. They had been together for about eight months and it had been like this since the beginning sometimes Ed mused ‘maybe this is what love feels like’ the first month he had played with the thought but as time got on the feeling grew and grew, at one point he thought about telling her about Mask and Camus but turned against it. She meant the world to him and he wouldn’t trade a single thing about her “Harder!” she shouted as he pounded into her, she let out a small moan he could feel himself getting ready to climax but he held it off she was going to first he could feel her squeezing him inside, it was a feeling of pure ecstasy a feeling they both shared she stroked the back of his head with her fingers curling his hair around them, they still kissed the tongues whipping about out of rhythm with his thrusts. “More!” she screamed as she climaxed squeezing Ed to a point of a bear hug he pulled out just in time and climaxed. She stared at him and they simultaneously asked “Again?”
Ed lay in bed staring at the ceiling, Lucy lay next to him, ‘it is never just once’ he thought as he turned to watch her sleep, Lucy’s mouth curled up slightly showing that she was satisfied whether with the comfort of the bed or with the past few hours of food and love. A few freckles on her nose seemed to glint in the lowlight of the room, Ed smiled ‘she’s so cute when she’s sleeping’ he thought, he wasn’t sure when the curtains were closed or how and when they had gotten into the bed, all he could remember was Lucy and she was all that mattered.
Chapter three
Training
She breathed in through her nose and out through her mouth,
“Strange, I thought it was in and out of the same hole,” Mask sat next to him weightlessly on the bed. Ed sighed on hearing Mask’s voice ‘if only I could tell her’, he turned away and left the room towards the kitchen, mask followed
“She wouldn’t understand,” said Mask “you would become a real psycho freak and she would leave you!” Mask laughed he was right
“She might understand, you never know,” replied Ed but Mask was already gone and even the thought of Lucy one day leaving him was a dampener on his mood.
He reached the kitchen and got a drink of water, ‘that’s nice’ the drink wet his throat quenching his thirst but removed the taste of Lucy that had lingered since she arrived.
“I know Lucy is round but you can’t forget training,” said Camus softly
“Yeah you’re right, I’ll just go get my gloves,” he returned to his room and collected his gloves, they were black like the rest of his attire, the back of the hand held soft padding that extended just past the knuckles, this padding offered adequate impact protection when striking the training post.
After slipping them on he flexed his hands a little as he got used to wearing them again, the insides were still moist from the morning training, reaching into his wardrobe he pulled out a crumpled up red t-shirt, which he had worn that morning.
Ed caught his breath, as he smelt the stench that seemed to leak from the crumpled fabric. ‘I think I’ll give this a miss’ he thought as he returned down stairs, passing through the back room and into the garden.
The garden wasn’t what Ed would have called big but was big enough for what he used it for. At the far left side was a shed that was falling apart rapidly and some kind of plant had taken up residence along the walls, ‘the green does give it a bit more character’ Ed mused.
To the far right was a young tree, it was growing more into a bush than a tree, which was probably due to the amount of times footballs and the like were kicked or thrown into it. The dead centre of the garden held a small hole; the hole was about half a metre deep and was the resting place for Ed's striking post. He started setting it up.
When it was set-up he took a second to look at it, the post stood at about two metres from the ground, the top, middle, and lower sections were wrapped in burlap padding these were the targets. The pole stood dead centre of the garden far away from the shed or the tree, even the washing line at the lower end of the garden stood a fair distance away which allowed him to move around it with ease and without obstruction.
He drew to his ready position, “Wait!” shouted Camus who stood balanced perfectly on the striking pole.
“What?” replied Ed irritated as the interruption
“Are you really going straight into striking it?” Mask’s voice came from behind, turning around he saw nothing and then Camus spoke from where he was only moments ago.
“Before you start you need to warm up, ten laps and a tension Kata would be good,” he pondered the idea for a second, they had been switching in and out a lot recently perhaps he was on the verge of a break down. He shrugged the idea off.
“Ok,” He adjusted his ready position to that of a tension Kata, and began.
The sequence was easy enough and the tension really worked his entire body. His mind wondered, “Focus!” shouted Camus, Ed did he commanded and returned to the Kata.
“Actually put some effort into it!” mask shouted and so Ed did put what little extra effort he could into the Kata.
It wasn’t long until he started to sweat, first his forehead was slick then it started running freely down the side of his face. When he finished and was satisfied with the warm up.
“Ok, a hundred punches then round, side and front kicks,” Ed spoke to himself quietly. A tune started to play in Ed's head as he focused on the pole and the targets. At first it was slow as he got the feel for the punches and kicks he was doing but eventually it got faster, he moved around the pole as he struck it each attack controlled and only just making contact with the pad. This was competition standard control and speed. His arm and leg muscles ached after each set was finished, the kicks were the hardest as each kick pretty much used the same muscles the only real difference was the direction of the kick and how the foot was positioned.
He finished then rested for a few minutes then he returned to the kitchen briefly to fill up a bottle and brought it back to where he was training. “Now for power training,” he spoke quietly as if speaking to an invisible audience. The objective of power training was to make contact with the pad with enough force to break bones.
Ed wasn’t very big which meant that he preferred to fight with speed rather than strength, but on the street if he delivered a competition standard punch his opponent would be only dazed if anything at all, he needed to be strong because times were getting more dangerous especially with the reported gang culture making a foothold.
He rounded the pole as the rhythm in his head changed, he started first a round kick came quickly into the middle section of the pole then another in quick succession off the other leg to the lower section. His shin buried into the lower section causing the striking pole to shake, a fist from his back hand struck quickly into the mid section, with the a sharp twist of his hips the power of the punch increased dramatically the pole shook again, when it steadied Ed sent a jab to the head twisting his hips so that he was nearly completely side on then with a twist of his whole body he sent another reverse punch into the midsection of the pole causing it to shake violently. He breathed heavily as the sweat rolled down his face and his arms, the t-shirt stuck to his back and chest and his head pounded with exhaustion, it was a sign of a good work out. He was satisfied.
“Is that it, you were barely focused!” shouted Mask, this was the part of the training the Ed dreaded, when Mask decided to show up. It wasn’t very often that he did but when Mask did appear he would only bring an arsenal of insults to belittle him.
“Eh? Shut up,” Ed responded with obvious fatigue
“Heh, weakling, come on I’ll take you on,” Mask jumped from the top of the pole and landed in front of wear Ed was sitting. He felt a small amount of fear at Mask’s challenge, never before had he challenged Ed. He occasionally slapped him around the head. Camus never interrupted Mask’s irritating interruptions to Ed’s life which would have been nice from time to time.
“What’s with the added confidence all of a sudden,” Ed rose to his feet and met Masks piercing gaze but there was fear in Ed’s stomach and Mask knew it, “What is this?”
“Think you’re big because you can hit a stationary object?” challenged Mask
“Stationary? That’s a big word for a retard!” replied Ed angrily, It didn’t matter how hard he tried he just couldn’t keep his cool, what was with Mask and Camus today they had been switching in and out like crazy and now Mask was challenging him to a fight.
“Bring it,” snarled Mask and he did.
Ed sent a quick fist from his hip to wear Mask was standing of which he deflected with somewhat ease and returned with a back fist with his free hand, blocking with his left hand, with a quick adjustment of his right he grabbed Masks forearm and sent his left toward Masks face.
Mask threw himself out of Ed's range and grip. He watched shaking from the sudden adrenaline and exertion what was Ma’s deal, why were they fighting?
He stood in his fighting guard waiting for Ed’s next move. Ed stood watching Mask and noticed with strange envy as the air around Mask began to heat up, he watched in amazement, as he seemed to start glowing with a red aura around the edge of his body.
Mask came quick with his next attack but not quick enough Ed stepped to the side and sent a sharp knee into Mask’s stomach taking him slightly off the floor ‘Bad move, now I’m in close,’ he thought briefly, as he was taken off the floor, Mask adjusted himself and returned with his own kick which hit squarely in the kidneys with enough force to send him to the floor in a rough roll.
Ed got back to his feet “Each moment you spend thinking is a moment you should have spent attacking,” Mask maybe cruel but he was rarely wrong.
Mask came again with equal speed, he had charged this time and Ed was ready, with perfect timing he raised his elbow then quickly brought it down along with his entire weight, his elbow collided with the back of Mask’s neck with enough power to kill a normal man.
Mask hit the floor and bounced. He laughed as Ed began to breathe heavily, Mask was face down in the dirt at Ed’s feet, something went through his head a brief spark of intuition, he threw himself backwards but he was too late Mask caught him under the chin sending him into the air in an arc, Ed hit the floor hard knocking the wind from out of him. He slid slightly then stopped. “Complacency and over confidence!” said Mask who was already next to him
“What?” Ed asked
“You done pussbag?” he sneered
“Not on your life!” returned Ed. It was Ed’s turn to attack from the floor, sending an open hand up as he leapt form the floor he grabbed Mask’s Mask.
It felt like time froze, he could feel Mask’s power pulsing through it. It was incredible, ‘why?’ Ed thought briefly as time began again Ed finished his attack as he reached forward with his other hand grabbing the back of Mask’s head and sending a powerful knee into his face. Mask disappeared upon contact, just like that, he vanished.
Camus stood next to him “Well done,” he spoke with sincerity
“Wait a second,” replied Ed falling to the floor to sit “what is going on? you two have been really weird today!” Ed was feeling a little anxious, not only had one of his imaginary friends thrown him around the garden but had enjoyed doing so, ‘must be my tyler…’ he looked to Camus for an answer.
“The mind is a puzzling thing, especially yours,” returned Camus as he vanished. ‘Never much for conversation when it comes to me is he?’ he thought. ‘I would have loved a little help there Camus,’ he thought then sighed as he entered his house he would never understand why so there was little point in thinking about it.
It was midnight and he ached and longed to be back with Lucy, to snuggle up beside her warm and naked body, Ed smiled ‘perhaps she’s awake’ he laughed to himself. After entering the kitchen to have a drink and a late supper he returned to the angel that lay silently asleep, “I love you,” he whispered to her as he got under the covers, without any hesitation he fell asleep thinking only of Lucy and forgetting all about Camus’ cryptic answer and fighting with Mask.
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