Creepypasta - The Guardian Mother

17| The Hunt Begins

Sorry for leaving you guys for so long. I had a very busy few months with studying and finalising for exams. I hope you all are still here with me on this rollercoaster journey of unfrequent chapters. Just for little notice to you guys, I will be busy after April due to being in the most important year of high school. I hope I can upload one more chapter (Besides this one) before May.

Onto the chapter

"Alright, let's start with stretching again," Eyeless Jack said. Just like yesterday, we were training outside right by the mansion. We stood opposite each other about a few meters between. Our exercise was quite the same as before; starting off with push-ups, planks and everything that included arm strength. That also meant using weights. Yes: Eyeless Jack decided to use weights and I wasn't excited for it. They weren't huge weights, but they DID weigh a lot. The lightest weight he gave me was three kilograms, but I didn't have it for more than five minutes until we switched to weights of 36 kilograms. I remember looking at Eyeless Jack in shock as he handed me the weights, but he gave me no comfort. He wasn't backing down, especially as the trainer. I remember Amber saying that 36 kilograms aren't heavy, but to go from 3 to 36 kilograms was insane.

After lifting the weights, we went back to stretching. It was useful and hard-work that I was stretching although it hurts like hell. Eyeless Jack made me bend in different ways, such as bending my back behind me, until my hands were able to touch the ground. Another was that I had swing my legs up and able to touch the satisfied height, which was his hand. I wasn't a flexible person in general, so as I booted my left leg up to around more than ninety degrees, I could a little pain in my thigh tingle. It continued to stay until afterwards and I can say that that hurts.

"Is this my karma for going out last night? For sneaking out?" I asked him as I struggled to the side splits. I remember I could do the splits when I was younger, but now I'm twenty-two and everything hurts when I try to do old exercises.

"No," he said. "You need to be able to do these things." He watched quietly as I was slowly yet painfully sinking to the floor.

"When in a fight will I need to the splits?" I argued.

"Where in a fight do you have the time to argue?" He disregarded my question with another question. I couldn't this man right now, but I couldn't go against with it. I could barely touch the ground with my fingertips. With them, I try to position myself better, moving my body forward and backward.

"If you're unable to do one complete split, then we will have to do this everyday until you can." Eyeless Jack then added, "let's have a few minute break."

I paused. Had I gone delusional or did I hear him correctly?

"Did you just say a break?" I asked. In return, he nodded. I looked at him in confusion. Yesterday, we had no break so I figured the next few days, or until Bloody Painter can heal from his cut, there would be no breaks.

"Yesterday was just to see if you can keep up with me. And you could so now we will be taking it slow. Besides, it's not healthy to have no breaks," he explained.

• That is true •

"O...Okay." I was still a bit confused but I didn't question it any further. If it meant I didn't have to continue doing the splits, that's good enough for me. I slowly got up, the stinging pain on my legs, including my arm slightly being sore. I brushed off some of the grass on my legs and cleaned any dirt on myself. We both walked inside the mansion, feeling the warmth hit me as we entered. We walked through the backdoor which led to the kitchen and I was the last to enter the house, I closed it. It was the same door Masky had came out when me and Jeff were 'training' outside.