Supernatural Tales: Welcome To Their World

Chapter 14: Getting Into Routine.

Julian's POV-

Several more weeks have been going on by rather frequently ever since I had a sudden adjustment to my daily schedule from starting the day with going to my first period class and having the time simply going forward rather quickly then ending with hearing the bell and watching the other students leaving to go on back home. Then afterwards the next part of the day for me was the continuing part of my daily training if I was to be part of The Order with guidance by Joshua and some help from my friends.

Collin and Ashton would take me on in several sparring matches to practice with honing in on the aspect of fighting whether it was either hand to hand or with melee items that were for the most part either batons or some of the prop weapons we had left in the prop room on the side of the stage. It was also something to take into account how well trained both of them were since before I never really knew if they could fight or that they knew how to for one, but here they are sparring with me just so I could get better. On the other hand there was Lily and Laci who helped with maintaining a record of how much pain I could endure with either having pain inflicted on me by a spell from Laci or with Lily using her technique of poison to see how long until it fully effected my body. And although I was rather stubborn to keep going longer, they both usually came to a stop whenever I began to either get a nose bleed or cough up some blood in the process. And so far my time of endurance has gone up slightly from the first five minutes to now being seven which I considered I good record for myself anyway, which did bring up a reoccurring question from everyone else besides my friends except for Walburn and Joshua of course.

That being how was I able to keep going through the continuous training regimen and be able to endure the amounts of pain I voluntarily put myself through almost everyday after and sometimes before the school days. Some scoffed it off to being my genetics while others had try to rumor that I wasn't a regular human at all, for me personally wether it is either of the two I like to think it's mainly because of my will and determination added with the motivational speech that Joshua said to me from before, this was what kept me to preserve and continue to push my body and mind further. It may not seem like much to them since it is just to keep me prepared for another attack by whatever comes my way as well as a recruitment protocol, but to me this was an opportunity to try and maybe prove myself amongst a group of beings who are capable of doing things that I cannot. Even before all of this I honestly never felt much involved or included as one of the troupe members even when I was in a group and keeping up fake smile, in my thoughts I still considered myself an outcast and now it's more clear that I am. So by doing this I may get a chance to be seen as one of them at least, from my point of view I hope so.

I did know how to fight before the encounter, I used to go to a local boxing gym when I was younger but surprisingly it was something I had must've forgotten since for some reason ever since I started training and pushing my body and mind I had begun to recollect certain memories of things I most likely forgotten from my accident. Though something odd was how I haven't gotten any memory yet of my real parents for that matter which makes me wonder if they were even part of my life or not at all. None the less I hoped to receive any bit of memories I have of them later on.

On the weekends when there wasn't any school most of the day I was mainly training as usual with only Joshua around to keep me check in making sure I was going through the regular scheduled routines. Mainly they were involving me using a punching bag so I could simply strike at which helped in improving my punches but even including my kicks as the more I did the better I was getting to where one instance after striking the bag with three jabs followed by two hooks, I took a small step back to go in for a hard side kick to the side. And as my leg made contact with the bag, the great amount of force I had applied managed to cause the bag to bend then fall over to the ground.