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Expect discussion about PTSD, death, violence, rage.
What was he supposed to do? Forgive and forget? That was probably the good Christian way of dealing with it. Matt could almost hear Father Lantom telling him that in confession. In that case, he wasn't a good Christian. This was the sort of miscarriage of justice that led him to become the Devil of Hell's Kitchen, bad people doing heinous things, but avoiding punishment. He wasn't supposed to be passing judgement either, but Matt felt completely justified. What Loki had done was unforgivable, no matter what bullshit he experienced later on. He needed to be held accountable for his actions. But Matt was powerless to do anything about it, and the frustration turned into rage that he needed to release before he did something rash.
In his tour of the campus, he was shown the gym. The place had the familiar scent of the gyms his father used to take him to, the ones where he would go alone, after hours, to stay fit and practice his fighting style. It was a familiarity that had given him comfort in a strange place, but there wasn't much comfort there now. Only a strong need to punch the shit out of something before it became somebody.
There was heavy punching bag hanging from the ceiling by a chain. Matt had noticed where it was during that first tour, located near the boxing ring. Just what he needed. He started opening drawers and looking through cabinets for sports tape or cloth to wrap around his hands, but his mind was too agitated. After only a few minutes and not finding any, he quickly lost his patience and violently slammed a locker door; its crash echoed throughout the empty room. Matt stood fuming, then stalked toward the bag with murderous intent. He then started throwing punches... left... right... grunting loudly with every blow.
Matt was aware his knuckles were becoming raw and had started to bleed, but the pain just fueled the strength behind each hit.