The Dangerous Beast

I must throw something...someone! I pace back and forth in my living room, Stark sitting on the couch. "You are explaining that Chris said I needed...help!" I cried, running my hand through my hair. "Um...Yea. But, I'm not dangerous! I wouldn't hurt anyone!" He whines, trying to calm me down. "That my point! You would not hurt a fly!" I growl, trying to contain myself. It will only take a few seconds until I snap. He is untolerably annoying. "Just...wait a second" I say calmly, sitting on the couch next to him. He stays quiet, letting me calm down. I turn to him, letting him explain the rest of the story. I listen and understand why Chris brung him. I smile and stand up, dragging him up, too. "I agree" I say, guiding him to the kitchen. "Drink up, we have a lot of work to do." I instruct, running up the stairs. I put on a dark-green crop-top, and new black leather pants. I put my two pistols in their case and put a few knifes in my boots, which match my shirt. I swiftly slip my leather black jacket on, running down the stairs. I put my lip gloss on, grabbing my car keys. I turn to Stark, who is secretly gazing at me. "Are you ready?" I challenge, throwing him a knife. "I don't know." he says, fearfully looking at the knife. I laughed and open the door, letting Stark past. I have 2 cars. Well, a car and motorcycle. I decide to take my black Volvo. "Get in." I instruct, opening my car door.

We arrive at my safehouse. The safehouse has a combat training room that I use most of the day. We both get out of the car, walking to the door. I unlock the door, finding the small kitchen. I open the door fully, letting Stark in. " Go upstairs and stretch. Get prepared." I instruct, putting thin boxing gloves on. He sighs, running up the stairs. I put my hair in a ponytail and take my shirt off, showing a sports bra. I take my pants off, showing black tights. I smile, knowing Stark will not be able to haandle this.