ETHAN COLE The area stretched farther into the darkness, a bulb flickered adding little to no light to the grounds. My gun stayed tucked in my belt as sweat slid down from my face. I huffed, my knees bent slightly, while my fists stayed clenched. I lunged at the dummy that stood in front of me, targeting its neck. My knee jabbed at its side while my hand snapped its neck. The head cracked, rolling across the floor. I hissed. Blood trickled from my knuckles; a splinter had pricked them, causing me to let out a painful groan. “This shit sucks.” My chest rose and fell as my legs took long strides toward the next unharmed dummy.My muscles flexed. Veins stood out along my arms. A sigh left my lips, the mannequin staring at me like some fool. Oh, yes, I was a fool. That part was true. My body arched forward, using my elbow, I cracked across its neck. Grabbing its arm, I twisted it out of place, then as a final blow, my legs pounded into its stomach, shoving it back. It crashe
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