Trapped

Chapter Five

i decided that a timeskip is coming up for the next chapter , some of you might think its too early in the story but just wait and see i guess ;)

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I guess now I can see what he meant. The warm up was literally worse than hell. Oh my god and I have to do this everyday.

After he made that little statement, he made me run 10 laps around the huge gymnasium. Seeing as how I ran alot before all this happened, I ran 6 laps effortlessly. The last four laps made me catch my breath.

When I finished and came back to the starting point, Mike was writing something down on his notepad.

"I'm finished." I say while still catching my breath.

"Okay, go do ten more." he says without looking up.

"What? What do you mean ten more?"

He looks up. "You will squat against the wall for an hour, after you're done with your laps."

"Why? Can't I just do the laps? And what do you mean 'squat against the wall for an hour'?"

He lets out a frustruted sigh. " You are going to do ALL the laps, no questions asked. And this is how you squat against the wall."

He demonstrated by putting his back against the wall and went down to a squat, knees slightly apart.

He stood back up again and dusted his pants, for what reason I don't know.

He looked at me expectantly.

"What?"

He looks down at his watch then back to me. "You better get to your laps before I add more."

"I'm going, I'm going." I muttered running off and starting my laps.

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By the time I finished my laps and squat, it took about an hour. I headed over to Mike.

Sipping from my water bottle I say, "We're done for the day right?"

He stares at me like I'm stupid. "No way, you have five hours left of training."

Water spurted out of my mouth as I started choking. "Five hours?!"

I quickly did the math.

"Wait, so I have to do.. six hours of training a day?" I said slowly, to make sure I understand.

"Yup. Anyways lets get back to it!" he says cheerfully.

I let out a huge breath. I can't do this.

I can't. I can't.

"I'm sorry." I say. I get up and run to the door. The second my hand reaches it, Mike appears infront of me lightining fast.

He twists my hand away from the knob then pulling me up - with only holding my wrist - and throwing me over his shoulder.

All of that happened in under a second.

I landed on my butt hard.

"Owww!" I groaned. That hurt like shit.

Mike stands infront of me. "Once you say you're doing the training you are doing the training. You can't change your mind, wether you like it or not." he shruggs.

"You should've thought things through before you decided this."

Well, at least I tried. And on the plus side, I'll probably learn how to run as fast as he did when he tried to stop me. It might've been teleportation, who knows?