Faith's Breakup (Hope sidestory, Faith's POV)

"Ow!" I said as I touched my right shoulder. I stared at my naked body in the mirror. The bruise had turned bluish. As I changed into my ballet uniform I went through the end of last week in my head.

I saw the flare light up the night sky. I took aim. I fired a single shot. The rifle slammed against my shoulder and bicept. The bullet had hung in the air in front of the target's face then dropped onto the ground. It wouldn't be until I arrived on the scene, once the team had incapacitated the enemies, that we realised what had happened.

"Well done, Scarlett," I said to agent Hope. It was her first time on the field. Her years of training had clearly paid off- she almost single handedly demolished the enemy leader. I witnessed the power of the device first hand once our team leader, agent Mercy, had removed the enemy leader's silver helmet.

The enemy rolled around writhing in pain clutching his precious balls. I couldn't resist- I asked Mercy "can we turn the intensity up? Just one notch. I just want to see..."

Hope giggled. Mercy said "I want to know what it can do as well." She turned the intensity dial up to 6. The man formerly in the helmet started making weird noises, and curling up even more, hands on balls. Mercy squatted next to him.

I heard her say "It hurts so bad, doesn't it? I can't imagine how much agony your balls are in right now. Oh but it could be so, so much worse. I could turn this little dial up to seven, or eight." She moved her head closer to his, looking down at him. She said quietly, 'if I'm feeling extra naughty, maybe I'll turn it all the way up to nine..." she smirked. The man's face looked up at her in terror.

Mercy pressed the big red button on the device. The light on the device switched off. Instantly the man's breathing steadied. He slowly uncurled himself. "Why?" He asked Mercy. She stood up, looking down at him once more.

"You're going to tell us everything. I'm being nice. Any funny business, and I'll switch it on again."

He did tell us everything, there and then.

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I finished putting on my pointe shoes. I made my way to the dance hall. The hall was dark and teacher wasn't there. It was so quiet.

"Looking for someone, agent Faith?" a voice called out from the darkness. I switched on the light.

A man stood in the centre of the room. He was wearing copper colored armour on his chest and a metal cup on his groin but he was unarmed.

"What have you done with teacher?!" I shouted at him.

"Enough. She told us everything about you, Anastasia. How's that boyfriend of yours doing these days? What's his name again? Alex." I clenched my fist. This man made my blood boil.

I approached him. I was going to make him pay.

"Now, now, Faith, let's not do anything rash. We can talk this out, like adults." He had a smug smirk on his face.

"Fuck you!" I shouted as I threw a punch at hia face. He slipped the punch and shoved me. I almoat lost balance. I kicked his shin as hard as I could with my pointe shoes and saw only a hint of pain on his smug face. He grabbed my shoulders and took me down, trapping me under his muscular body. I could barely move.

"Ready to talk now?" He whispered, "Did you really think you could-" his smug expression changed to one of shock. I grinned at him. I had slipped my hand under his armoured cup and I had grabbed his delicate orbs.

"Hold on, you don't need to-" he started. I didn't let him finish

I dug my fingernails in as I squeezed with all my might, reducing him to a crying, sobbing mess. I left him on floor and called Mercy. She would deal with him. I needed to protect Alex. I couldn't let him get sucked into this world. I didn't want him to die.

He was absorbed in a video game when I found him in our apartment. He stopped playing when he heard me conme in.

"Hey beautiful!" He wanted to give me a hug.

What I was about to do would hurt me more than it would hurt him. I slammed my knee into his crotch. He doubled over but didn't fall.

"I want to break up with you. Right now. I can't stand you. You're pathetic and you're weak. Leave right now. I mean it." I said coldly. He looked up at me, hurt and confused. He tried to say something but I drove my pointe shoe into his nuts. He collapsed.

"I never want to see you again. I don't want to contact you again." I pulled his legs back and stomped on his balls with the point of my shoe, over and over. "Remember how bad you feel, how much you hurt right now. If you so much as call me, I'll-" I pinned his left ball to the floor with my pointe shoe and pressed down. He let out a cry of pain.

He still tried to bargain, to reason with me. I had none of it. I slammed the door shut as he limped out of the apartement.

I didn't cry or anything until a few days later. I was moving his stuff out when I discovered a small black box. I opened it out of curiosity. A beautiful ring. My eyes welled up with tears. I fell to the floor, I hugged my knees and I sobbed.

As much as it hurt, I knew I had done the right thing. This was best, for both of us.

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