“Are you Roark?” she asked. A young man, probably in his 20s, pounded angrily at the stone walls around him with a pickax, seeming more concerned with hurting the wall than retrieving the valuables inside it.
He ignored her, continuing the wail on the mine walls.
“Excuse me, I’d like to challenge you to a battle.”
He swung at the rock, the ‘plink’ echoing through the mine shaft at the word ‘battle’. He stopped moving, breathing heavily before turning around. “You want to battle?”
“Yes. I’d like to challenge your gym for your badge.”
“I wish I could help you, kid. But I’m not going back to that place. Too many bad memories.”
“Why should I tell you? You’re a total stranger.”
“I’m also challenging you for a battle, a request that you can’t decline as a gym leader, so spill it.”
“Fine.” He sat on a large rock on the ground that someone had mined around to act as a rudimentary seat. “I broke up with my girlfriend recently. It was pretty serious, a three-year relationship. I proposed to her the other day, and she turned me down. Said she couldn’t make that kind of commitment.”
Dawn sat next to him. “That’s horrible. But what’s it have to do with the gym?”
“She had an insatiable libido. She always wanted to try new things and new places. A lot of those places ended up being in the gym. Just standing at the arena, I can see a lot of places we fucked, and it all hurts so Continue reading