but stay mad and you’ll never be bitten.”
Physical injuries take days or even longer to cure, yet an emotional injury never scars. A thought along those lines drifted along the mind of Hyde, the “Beast”, two days after returning to the gym and three after the sparring incident with his best friend, Franky Canet. Walking along the maze of benches, punching bags, piles of tattered equipment and other things strewn about, he didn’t have to turn around to know everyone stared at him with a mixture of hatred and fear. All those furrowed brows and narrow snake eyes hardly fazed him; on the contrary, they amused him. Did they seriously think some stinky looks would hurt more than a real punch? Surely not. They were aware that they couldn’t lay a finger on him, hard as they may try.
Hyde’s destination was a locker room where a proper change of training clothes awaited him. He made it to the blue door not before being interrupted by coach Guido, who quickly and rudely summarized today’s training menu. The outlaw boxer pretended not to hear as he made his way into the next room. It took him one step to forget everything.