Prove Them Wrong {Viper/Braylon}

"So what if I'm crazier than crazy?
So what if I'm sicker than sick?
So what if I'm out of control?
Maybe that's what I like about it."

Sparring has always been a good time for me. I enjoy the thrill of being able to punch at someone and not get into trouble for it. It allows me to let out the rage that builds inside of me and gives me some adrenaline pumping through my veins. I've always loved that feeling of adrenaline. It's one of the things that makes me feel the most at ease, as odd as that may sound to the average person who hears me say that. Chaos and disorder are things I prefer much more over having things be peaceful and orderly. The only time that I really like peace is when I'm with people I really, truly care about, such as my sister, Angel, as I'd never want to fight or argue with her if I could avoid it. I'd protect her at all costs if I needed to.

People tell me that I'm crazy, sick or out of control. I thank them for telling me that. It's part of who I am. I've never truly been normal. I've never been one to try to fit in with the crowds of District One. Sure, I do seem to fit in with some other people of violent natures, such as a good portion of the people here who train as careers, but it's not intentional. I just like to punch things, and apparently, so do other people. That's part of why I go to the training gym in District One. At the one nearest to my house, almost everyone knows my name, whether that be because I'm there so frequently, because I fight so well, or because I'm also a little bit more obnoxious than I should be in some people's opinions.

Today's training would be more sparring, as that was one of my favorite things to do. I was well-versed in hand-to-hand combat, as well as training with weapons, and even some of the survival skill that they would teach here, like making traps and identifying various types of plants that I could encounter if I ever ended up in the arena. I could always hope that I'd end up in the arena, right? I think it'd be one of the best tests of my skills I could ever have, even if I didn't make it out alive (although I'm sure I would).

Now, I just had to find a sparring partner. Usually, I ended up fighting other guys, since most of the girls here didn't want to fight me, for whatever reason. I've always just assumed they were scared, or didn't think I'd hit a girl. When it comes to fighting and sparring, I'm blind to gender. I don't care what you are, I'll hit you just the same. That's why I went out of my way today to not spar against a guy. I wanted to show people that I wasn't too much of a wuss to hit a girl in a fight. If she was willing to fight back, she'd be a worthy opponent.

I'd approached a few people that had said know before I came across another girl who looked like she might be looking for someone to spar with. Hopefully, this one would be up to sparring. I hated that so many people would turn down the option to fight me. Hopefully she'd say yes, and if she did, hopefully she'd at least put up a little bit of a fight. She wasn't going to win, though, of course.

Winning was my job here.

"Seems like most girls here don't want to fight me because they think I won't actually fight a girl like I'd fight a guy," I said to the girl that I had approached. "Want to prove them wrong?"

I smirked. It was time to see where this would go.