Chapter SixPresent day
Raven's fist slammed into the wall of his cell, his knuckles cracking in protest, his skin scraped and bleeding. He punched again and again, furiously pummelling the concrete in front of him. The wall became slippery with his blood, his knuckles sliding across the cold surface. He grunted from exertion and pain as he swung again and again, loading all of his strength into each hit. Sweat poured off him and he wiped a slick, wet hand across his equally dripping forehead.
He continued throwing all of his strength into each punch, before finally collapsing on the floor, panting heavily. With his back up against the wall he uncurled his fist to look at his knuckles. They were raw and bleeding and some showed white flashes of bone beneath the flayed skin. He winced as h
