The Game : A New Beginning

Chapter 2 : Training

"Faster, boy! You're too fucking slow! Anyone whose chasing after you would just have to walk to catch you!" My father screams as I'm carrying a 100lb. sack of rocks on my back up a hill, behind the mansion. I'm Only wearing a loin cloth to cover up my lower regions. He is wearing this black and blue skin tight suit and is holding a steel whip with a gold star on the end of it, leaving me praying that he doesn't use it on me for not being fast enough.

As I finally make it to the top of this half sized mountain hill, which took a lot of energy and forever to make it, I gladly drop the bag of rocks on the ground. "Yes, I did it! Haha. Now what do I have to do?" I don't know if I sounded over confident or just relieved from that hard work, but he looked down on me and smiled eagerly. He picked up the sack with one hand and threw it all the way back down the hill. "Now go get it and bring it back up here, before I toss you down there after it! HAHAHA!"

I didn't even look back at him after he tossed it back down. I should've expected such a thing. After he finished laughing, I took off running after it, almost tripping on a few rocks and pot holes in the ground. By the time I got down there, he was already waiting for me to start walkin back up it. He picked up the sack and through it at my chest, "Now don't take so long this time, or you'll fly down here with it next time." I just felt exhausted from it all. But I did not want to get kicked down that hill. I threw it around on my back and started hiking it up the hill as fast as I can. I almost tripped again on the rocks and holes, but I didn't want to feel the laughter of my father. I was trying all my hardest to make it up there faster than last time. But by the time I got up there, my father was already there and wasnt even looking at me. "I did it again, sir. Can I take a break now? Or atleast eat something?" he turned around in disgust and grabbed me by the throat, choking me up to his height. "You want a little break? Does my poor bitch need a little snack for his efforts?" He says in a little mocking voice. Then throws me down the hillside and screams,"No son of mine will be cryin around like a little baby!"

As I hit the ground at the bottom of the hill, he steps over me and drops the sack of rocks on my stomach. "You will carry this shit up that hill and back down until you die, if you want to cry around like that. And I suggest you start going if you don't want your face STEPPED IN!"

I roll out from under him and get back on my feet. My ribs and back are hurting from that toss off the hill and the landing on the ground. I must've been airborne for at least 10 seconds. I'm so out of air, this is unimaginable for me to do this over and over again. But I have to try. It's not like I have a choice besides going out into the world and dying somewhere.

I pick up the sack and start walking back up the hill. Stepping on rocks and almost stumbling by the holes, I start to memorize where they are so it'll make it easier for me to avoid them. And when I get to the top, my father is always waiting to through the sack back down the hill and makin me do it again.

.... After what seems like forever.

It's getting dark now outside and this walk is only getting longer and longer with every time I walk up the hill. I've been out here for hours now! Walking up and down this fucking hill. But, these rocks and pot holes are easy for me to avoid now that I memorized where they are from how ever many times, about 50 or more, he made me walk up and down this shit.

I couldn't feel my legs anymore, but I noticed that I wasn't getting that tired after each time. And I was jogging instead of walking up the hill by now. The last time I made it up the hill, he grabbed the bag like usual, but this time he fucking threw it into space. I was shocked on such strength. "That'll be you flying in the sky if you don't get your ass back down there!"

I took off running down the hill, wondering what am I going to do now? Do I finally get a break? Or is something worse going to come for me?

As soon as I finished that last thought, I stepped in a hole and tripped all the rest of the way down the hill. I was only maybe a tenth of the way down when I started smashing my back and arms on rocks and stones.It felt like I was never going to stop rolling down. Feeling my body rolling over every rock, smashing my arms and legs into the sharpest part of every stone. Then, I suddenly slowly rolled to the bottom and felt every little pain from the tumble down. Every inch of my body was hurting. I felt the bruises coming to every piece of my body.

My father was just looking down at me. "Hahaha, had a little fun on your way down, eh? Well your Goin to have more fun going back up that hill with this." He picks me up and puts 100lb weight straps on each of my ankles and stuffs me in a 200lb tunic. "Now that you did the pathetic shit, your down for easy shit. I want you to take yours sorry ass over your favorite hill, and down the otherside and back over here. You will continue doing this until you can RUN with it on. After you are done with that, you will need to jump for your break."

On that note, I turned to look at him with weary eyes and notice he had that potion stuff hanging off a string, 15 feet off the ground.

"How the fuck am I suppose to get that when I can't even jump that high as it is?!" As I said that, he smacked me over onto the ground, and said,"Jump or die. Now you get to pull yourself up first instead of starting from a standing position. Better get to it, you have nothing else to do." Then he magically disappeared again in thin sight.

I really shouldn't question him and instead keep my mouth shut because he's only going to make it worse for me, even when I think it can't get any worse. But the urge to speak out at him is hard to contain. I just wanna smash his face into the ground, but I know if I even try to touch him, he'll toss me around like a ragdoll again.

I try my absolute hardest to get up but all I can do is move a couple inches. So I start to roll myself over but I can't even do that. I try to rock myself onto my stomach usin my arms and legs. But it's not rocking nearly enough to roll onto my side even.

I can barely move this damn tunic anywhere. The only possible way to do this is to rock it onto my stomach, but that's not showing any possibility of me doing so. I'm so tired, weak from walking up and down that hill, hurt from the tumble down it, and sore from carrying that sack of rocks. Although I can move my legs more than I expected. Probably because of the mass I grew used to carrying on my legs, dealing with all the weight. But I was still sore from the tumble down, my legs are all beat up and bruised.

I just need to rest for a little bit. Gain my strength back....