Illusion of a friend turned fiend //Cameo;Dylan

There wasn't going to be any real training for a while, Gala knew that. It's impossible to run with one foot casted, fight with only one hand, and not to mention anytime her heart began to race it felt as though her ribs were going to shatter. The first invite to the gym she grabs though, hating the annoying buzz as she attempts to ignore her nagging sisters. How could you this, how could you that. After we said no. Now who's going to help with Gwen's Performance. That was probably the most rude, before it was the twin's, but now it only belongs to the good one. So once again she sneaks out, early in the morning as to not get caught.

Silence fills the air the majority of the way to the gym. Kyanite had already filled in the little career of why they were going, and what the young one was needed for anyways. Just to help, though she wasn't much of any. She was beyond the point of just being crippled, they all were. But not facing someone alone, just knowing they were away hiding incase support was needed, was probably enough. It was enough to convince Gala, then again the fact that Kyanite wanted her help was sort of an honor to her.

"The locker rooms would be a good place to hide, Gala. If I need you, you'll be within earshot..." Kyanite instructs, allowing a small grin upon Gala's face before she follows them. It was almost as if she was graced with two trainers, and the perfect pair to say the least. So even though the small one has a reputation of not listening, she follows the orders and goes to hide herself in the locker-room.


((OOC: Let me know when the young career is needed again.))

Mark listens to Kya speak, both swords still in hand. He stands listening shaking his head ever so slightly, eyes half open. Her words are harsh and hit hard, and Mark almost starts off insulting her, but restrains himself. Staying silent as he sets the swords neatly on the weapons rack, taking his shirt off his waist and putting it on, the wounds she had inflicted on me already healed. As he looks down at his sleeve, fixing the button on each side he begins speaking. " Well now, I like my morning to be... " He realizes he was about to say something mean and stops himself. " Kyanite, if you are going to speak to me, about anything, then drop the attitude, or you can forget saying another word to me, because I can walk right out that door."

Mark says finally getting the button in and look back up at her.

Mark listens to her speak, taking it all it, sitting on the steps of the sword station. " Mark nods listening. " A ploy, no, a plot of mine, no, a plan of mine, no. Why did I go so hard? Because, you may not be able to hurt a friend, and I dont want to hurt a friend, but this was a sport, this was a game you entered and I entered. You know I thought about dropping out so I would not have to fight you, so that we would not have to fight, but I thought you would be insulted that I decided not to fight you." Mark sighs rubbing the side of his face. " Kyanite, I care about you as a friend, I really do, a lot. But more than that, no, not anymore at least." Mark closes his eyes." I was not trying to kill you, if I was, the spear would have been aimed slightly to the right." Marks voice is a little shaky. " I thought if I held back you would have been mad at me. I didn't seek you out to talk to you about this, because your "friend" Matt would probably have gotten a bit more upset than he is at the moment." Friend is a bit said as if he was meaning something more than a friend.

" Kya, I really did like you, more than a friend. But I knew that was going no where, and I found Ava..." Mark is off explaining a lot more than he would like to be at the moment." One other thing. Don't choose a ranged weapon when someone is up in your face." Mark knows she wont like what he just said but it might save her life one day. With a sigh Mark takes out a pill bottle out of his pocket and drops two of the pills into his had, uncapping his water bottle and taking a swig, swallowing them.

Mark shakes his head, this is when he starts to leave the insults back at her. " Oh no, Kya, a face shot, is far from cheap. Trust me, I know, I fight up close, I don't stand at a distance throwing knifes at my target. Oh, and your boyfriend, trust me I plan to fight fair, but I plan to win too." Mark smiles at her, looking up at her. " Oh, those feeling I had towards you, they were gone quite quickly. Oh, and glory, glory is far from what I want, you should know that. Oh wait, of course you wouldn't know that, because you don't know me. You thought the first day we met you could play me, that I would fall into your trap. Oh yes, I did, but after reexamining the situation, I remembered that there is a place for people like you and me. Us, weather you like it or not Kya, we are ones not to be trusted. You can deny it all you want, but we play people, but the way you play them is sick. Sure I play people, but not to leave them empty handed in the end. Oh, but you" Mark shakes his head with the smile. " You Kya, you like to play just to get attention. That's what girls like you do, that's what you need, attention, and it would seem that you get that mostly from boys." Mark gives a small chuckle. " Oh Kyanite, don't worry, win or loose you won't have to see me ever again after that day."

Mark squints at her but keeps the smile, not wanting to keep it, as a matter of fact, he feels terrible about it all. " Oh, and a knife in my back? Your threats hold no sway over me. After actually fighting you, I realized you need a whole lot more practice. Maybe Matthew could help you. Oh, and if you thought coming here to tell me you and Matthew were together would hurt me, you were wrong, actually I think its quite nice." Mark shakes his head again. " Oh and you call me a backstabber. Well, scars can fade, but the damage from a broken bone never truly fade, that little girl, you hurt her bad. But it takes a real person to forgive, like that little girl probably did. Shes going to grow up to be a strong woman. But you Kyanite, I just can't tell." With every word Marks heart skips a beat, it hurts him to say this to Kyanite, but if they never talk again, at the moment that would be the best, so Mark continues. " Oh, Kyanite, you should have known we were never friends, acquaintances is what we were. " Mark lets out a sarcastic hump. " If you thought me asking you to come with me was a SPECIAL invitation you were very wrong. I asked quite a few people, in the very same spot I took you too. Do you actually think I would take you to my peaceful place? Ha, yeah right." Mark was lying about him asking more people to come with him, and about the spot he took her too.

"The funny thing is Kyanite, if you had just decided to use those knives as a melee weapon you would have done so much better. Oh, and don't take it personally, a hit to the face is a very logical place to hit in a battle, and far from cheap. What was cheap, was you breaking that little girls arm. How many years older than her are you? A few I assume." Mark takes a sip of his water. " Tisk tisk tisk... again, people like you and me are never to be trusted, we lie, and we hurt people." Marks smile stays on his face as he continues on glory once again." Glory is a funny thing Kyanite, one I will never WANT nor will ever understand. You think I am in these games from "GLORY"? Really? You must be a fool, because I don't care about glory, if you remember I told you the first time I met you that I would never volunteer nor want to be in the games, but that must have skipped your mind, but you, glory is something you seek if I remember correctly. The reason I signed up for the pregames was because I was testing myself, to see if I was skilled enough to keep my family safe, from whatever I might have to." Inside Mark was slowly killing himself with his words, knowing she will never want to see, talk, or hear from him again. Mark was making sure that was true, he would be leaving soon anyways, and he might even have to leave Ava behind.

"So, Kyanite, I know you well enough to know that even if I win without using something you would call a "cheep shot" you will still think I did something cheap. So I know to watch my back. This is my warning to you, try to interfere with me keeping my family safe, I will not hesitate to move that spear just and inch to the right next time. Your life means nothing to me when it comes to my family. If you try to in any way hurt me or my family, I will end you, and we have proved that I can beat you. So Kyanite, I suggest you accept a fair loose, if I beat your friend. Oh, and if your friend tries to keep me from my family." Mark gives an angry look." Oh I think you get the picture." Every word Mark says to his old friend hurt more than he ever though an emotion would. But she needs to move and he needs to make sure he can keep his family safe, and it hurts him to say it, but if Kya tried to do anything to him or his family, he would not hesitate to turn her into some of the dummies he has practiced on.

As soon as there's sound of another person, Gala's by the door to get the best position to listen. If Kyanite's correct, it'll be Mark. Why exactly the small career was invited, she wasn't sure. Being crippled sort of toke away her ability to fight, and she couldn't run to get help either. But for some reason she has a feeling it won't be that sort of encounter. What Kyanite needed her there for was support afterwards. Whatever was about to happen wasn't going to be pretty, and most likely in the emotional aspect. The fight they had was as intense as the one the girls' had, though Gala wasn't sure of there relationship.

Lots of talking occurs, back and forth, over and over again. For the most part Gala zones out as the words pass through her ear. She forgot the painkillers at home, was this going to last long? Would her sisters figuring out she snuck out once again? They were already furious with her...Mark was the one Matthew's going to the final match with, how's that going to work out. That'll certainly be an interesting match. No way her sisters were going to keep her from that one. Hopefully sneaking out now doesn't effect that....on and on her small mind runs until the voices begin to raise and she remembers why she's there.

It's obvious that Mark's going off on Kyanite, and she's only able to get a few words in. Gala regrets not paying better attention to figure out how this escalated so quickly. His tactic is to hit her where it hurts clearly, as he uses anything to pull out some feeling. Even the young career's mentioned, and how apparently that makes Kyanite worse then Mark. That of course brings Gala to her feet, ready to interject though she holds back for now. He had no clue of their bond, and had no right to comment on such a thing. She didn't mean to break anything. And how that meant Gala was going to be strong, but the older career wasn't? At this rate the little one would have no chance in the games where as Kya did.

The threats are what really evoke anger into the youngster though. First a threat to Kyanite, it was if she did anything to Mark's family but that part slips through Gala's ears. It was a threat. Then one towards her trainer. The two people that she cares about most are being threatened? She wasn't going to allow that. It didn't matter if every bone in her body was broken, she'd never stand for such words. Without a second thought she charges out of the locker room to witness Kyanite already shoving him away. Punch him! That's not enough, did she not hear those words?

"IF YOU THREATEN MATTHEW AGAIN... you won't wake to see another day. You stay away from him, you hear me? As I said before, I DON'T.. PLAY... GAMES." To no surprise Kyanite's rage finally comes through a threat against someone she loves. But a threat back isn't good enough! Without even caring of the horrible surge with every hard step, she goes as fast as she can to Mark's direction.

"I'll kill you first!" Gala screams as if she was ready to finish the job right then. Of course she wouldn't, not until Matthew won his victory fairly. She could do her best to make him regret those words though. During the little career's first match she managed to give Mason a broken shin, and that was without a cast surrounding her foot. Without another fight of her own to stay healed for, she could careless over her already damaged foot.

((OOC: I didn't get permission to kick Mark, so I'll leave it up to Dylan if Gala's successful or not xD ))

The moment my threat is extended to his entire being, Gala races out of the locker rooms just in time to close the distance between Mark and herself. I could see the malice in her eyes and the only thing I could thing of at the moment, was to keep her from hitting him. That's the last thing I need is for Gala to be getting hurt again on my account, so I quickly step in front of her, putting my arms around her the best that I can for a moment as she screams out that she'll kill him. I hold those words in my head from what she just said. I shake my head and I give her a pleading look before I hear Mark's cocky words again. I turn, sheilding Gala from him.

"I'm not afraid of you. I never have been. Never will be." I try to talk over him but my words get drowned out by the mention of someone that I do fear with all my heart. The only guy that that has made my life growing up a living hell. He seems to know it, too. "No, you're not Jins. You're worse then Jins. At least any mark he's ever left on me I was able to hide..." The words just slip from my mouth and I realize that Gala is right behind me. Instantly, I feel a burning sensation in my throat and the ability to speak any more is lost. Instead, I just glare at Mark, taking a step back, then turning on my heels. I push Gala with me to leave as Mark is left behind taking a fond liking to the dummies, but not before I keep turning waiting for him to turn on me at any moment.

"Lets get out of here, Gala." My mission is done. I've severed all ties with MArk. I've burried the hatchet with what we used to have and I've made sure that he knows any feelings toward me had to be lost. For mine and Matthew's relationship, it had to be done. I can't let one guy ruin it for my one chance at true happiness.