The Dreamers

The Workout

"Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten." I say while finishing my fourth set. I place my weights back where they belong and begin to do squats. I begin squatting until I cannot anymore. I think I counted around two thousand squats. I collapsed from exhaustion, but I pulled myself up and began thinking of what to do next.

I decided on sit-ups. I once again worked until I collapsed, getting in around two thousand, five hundred sit-ups. It hurts so badly and I can't feel my body, but I have to continue. I pick myself up off of the ground and begin doing push-ups. I keep a strong posture the entire time, despite being in so much pain.

I get in five hundred push-ups with a few breaks in between to ease the pain. I can hardly move at this point and I collapse on the floor. I lose consciousness. When I wake up, I can't remember where I am or what I was doing. I continue working out, doing all sorts of random exercises. 

I live in the gym, and just work until I lose consciousness. I get up, I whoop my ass until I pass out then I repeat over and over again. By now, I don't have a clue about how long I have been doing this for. I could have been doing this for a week, a month, or a year. I guess that is what happens when you don't follow a time schedule. 

Unknown hasn't been working out like me. He is working out on a routine, and has been sticking to it. I want to say that what I am doing is more efficient but I don't know how long I am knocked out for.  He has gained muscle, where I do not think that I have. I couldn't care to ask how long we have been working out, but we are ready to head off on Unknowns final life.

I write a note to Sapphire, telling her that we are leaving on our final attempt. I slide the note under her door and walk to the outskirts of town.  We begin walking away, understanding that  Unknown's life is on the line now and that we must kill the Orphan Keeper if we want to achieve our goals together. 

"Well now, this could be the last of all the rides we take," I say with a slight sadness in my voice. "So, hold on tight and don't look back."

"I will." Unknown says. "Don't let your guard down, please. I am not ready to die."

"I won't, I promise," I say. "Just remember, we are focused on the target." Unknown goes silent, must likely offended by what I just said. I don't want him to die but if it is between getting off the boat and him dying, I would choose the first. You can call or think I am a bad person, but it is getting all of us freedom. We continue walking onward, prepared for anything in our way.