SICK HEART by Huss, JA (non fiction books to read .TXT) 📕

whoa. What the actual fuck is happening here? I stand up and take a few steps forward. Maart stops talking mid-sentence, his eyes fixed on mine. What about me? I sign.

“What about you?”

My fight? Where’s my fight?

“You don’t get one this time.”

“Why not?” I turn to find Cort walking up behind me. “Why doesn’t she get a fight? She’s been training as hard as anyone else.”

Maart sneers at him. “Because she doesn’t need a fight. She won’t be on a platform in a few months fighting for her life.”

“How do you know?” Cort asks. I turn to look at him because his tone is dark and serious. And this is Maart. He doesn’t speak to Maart like that. “You have no idea what’s gonna happen to her when this is over. So why would you take this away from her?”

Maart’s eyes track over to mine and he lets out a contemptuous laugh. “Am I stealing something from you, Anya? Because I thought I was doing you a favor. I’m not going to pair you up with little kids to stroke your ego.” His eyes go back to Cort, narrowing down into slits. “Raffie sprained his ankle yesterday. So he didn’t fight today. And you were so busy this morning coddling that useless toddler and dreaming about your night down below with that overgrown house slave that you didn’t even notice Raffie didn’t fight today. There is no one left for Anya to fight, so this is settled.”

He pauses and I swear, the entire ocean goes still waiting to see how Cort will react to Maart’s words. Because it’s very clear that Maart is pissed. And it’s also very clear that the reason he’s pissed is due to Ainsey and me.

“What the fuck?” Cort’s voice is low.

“What the fuck?” Maart repeats. “That’s what I should be asking you. What the fuck are you doing?” Then his gaze lands on Rainer. “You’re already fucking shit up, Rainer. Telling him you’re staying behind. And whatever. If that’s how you want to waste your one life, who am I to tell you no? But you’ve been going around telling these damn kids that you’re staying behind to take care of them.”

“So what?” Rainer asks. “Why do you care? In one month, you’re washing your hands of the entire thing.”

“Because this isn’t over yet. And you two dumb fucks don’t seem to get it. And that’s fucking funny, coming from you, Rainer, since I’m the only one who seems to be taking this camp seriously. You’re trying to make these kids into your best friends. And you?” He points to Cort. “You’re trying to play Daddy to a little girl who won’t—”

“That’s enough!” Cort snaps. “We can talk about all that shit later when we’re alone. Right now, we’re talking about Anya’s test. She did the work, she gets a fight.”

Maart and Cort lock eyes as several long, awkward seconds tick off. “There’s no one left for her to fight. Unless you want to force Raffie on to the mat.” Maart looks at me. “But then again, maybe that’s what you need. An opponent who can’t even stand.” Maart snickers. “Nah. He’ll still kick your ass.”

I step forward again. Because I get it. Maart hates me. He hates the fact that Cort brought me here. He hates the fact that Cort likes me because this reminds him that he’s replaceable. I point to myself and then I sign, How about you?

“How about me what?”

Fight me.

Maart laughs.

All the kids gasp.

Cort says, “Fuck that. You’re not—”

But before he can get all the words out, putting an end to my challenge, Maart says, “Fuck yeah. Let’s go.” And he whips his shirt off over his head and begins circling me on the mat.

Cort steps between us, arms wide to form a barrier. “Stop it. She’s not fighting you. You would kill her.”

Maart stops circling and straightens up out of his fighter’s stance. “What the fuck is wrong with you? That’s not a rhetorical question. What. The fuck. Is wrong with you? I’ve fought plenty of our kids and not a single one ever died.”

“She’s not one of our kids,” Cort begins.

But Maart cuts him off. “That was my fucking point. She’s not one of us. She doesn’t need a test. She won’t be fighting for her life in a few months. She will go live in one of Udulf’s mansions, or harems, or wherever the fuck Udulf keeps his women. And she will be fed, and fucked, and—”

“That is enough!” Cort yells it. And every single kid ducks their head a little, cowering from the anger and rage in his voice. “That’s enough.”

Maart walks towards him and pokes Cort in the chest. “Fuck you. I don’t take orders from you, Sick. Heart. I’m not your underling. I am your equal. And you and I both know who the better fighter is, so don’t you fucking tell me that’s enough. I’ll let you know when I’ve had enough.”

Cort pushes him. Hard. Forcing Maart to take a step back. And then this fight is all but inevitable. Until Rainer steps between them, his back to Maart, his finger in Cort’s face. “Step the fuck back and get out of the way. We have an uneven number of kids this time, so this is how it ends. If Anya wants a test, she fights Maart. This is how it’s done.”

“With kids who know what the fuck they’re doing.” Cort points to me. “She has no idea what she’s doing. He’s playing with her.”

“Then I guess she should say no,” Rainer says. He turns to me. “You have three seconds to make a decision. Do you want a test, or don’t you?”

I nod yes before I can think about it. Because fuck this Maart guy. He’s been on my case for two months now. Like whatever his problem is, it’s all my fault. And I’m sick of it.

“There you go. Get off the mat, Cort. We’re all hungry and ready to celebrate