Darkness Helps Me Hide It

Chapter 29: Training

(A/N: yup more filler chapters. Sorry but I like fillers since they give a sense of reality. A slice of life sort of. Hope you enjoy it though.)

Day 1: Basics.

Dark had told me that if I really wanted to do this he won't be able to show any restraint. I was a bit hesitant but I agreed. Anything is fine at this point. Obviously my method was never going to work. I was just in my pajamas too so that was also a bit unprofessional.

He had already discussed with everyone that I would need a little help with this but apparently Dark wants to start me out with easy stuff. He had to blunt with me about not being very coordinated. I agreed. I am not very stealthy. Its like I have two left feet and an extra one just swinging around to keep me off balance at the worst of times.

I had changed real quick out of the pajamas I was in earlier and put on some basketball shorts and a plain white shirt.

Soon enough we all went down to the basement. Dark had told me to stand up against the furthest wall and wait till he was ready.

As I was standing there they all huddled up and whispered about something I couldn't hear. I raised an eyebrow because that always seemed suspicious. I also feel like this is not going to go well on my end.

Once they were done Dark had gone to the middle of the room with the guys still standing on the other end.

"Alright don't get mad," oh god... "but we have to work on your reflexes. The easiest way we could think of was dodgeball." He smiled at me innocently. I shot daggers at him.

"Don't worry babe it'll be fun." He kept smiling at me trying to have me calm myself from irritation. I blushed but I still shot daggers in his direction.

He waved his hands and everybody else had those red rubber dodge balls. Though I didn't have one, which concerned me a bit.

"Uhh what about me?" I asked.

"Well for now you don't get one. Until you can pick one up yourself or catch one and throw it back to defend yourself. Up to that point you're going to be dodging the balls."

He stepped away to the side and let the guys get ready to kill me with foam balls.

Now I like dodgeball don't get me wrong, but I'm more of a spectator than a player. Mostly because I don't like being in the line of fire. Dark had snapped his fingers as a signal to start the game.

The first one to throw was Google. When he did I moved as quick as I could. Thankfully I did because when the rubber ball hit the wall it left a sort of crater on the CEMENT wall.

We all slowly turned our heads to look at him with a 'what the fuck' look on our faces and in unision yelled out "GOOGLE!"

"Yes? How may I assist?" He asked in his monotone robotic voice. He stood up from the throwing position he was in a few seconds ago.

"Google you might want to throw a bit softer. He has to live through the game. He has to learn to quicken his reflexes." JG had explained. Google simply nodded.

Soon after they went right back throwing the murderous weapons of destruction. Yeah I'm very dramatic right now but how would you feel going alone against four guys?

(A/N: sorry to butt in fun story! In ROTC, back in my senior year of highschool, my class used to LOVE playing dodgeball whenever we had a free day to choose for PT. Now I wasn't a good player but I wasn't bad either. This one time there was only three of us left on my side while there was still 7 on the other. Soon enough my teammates were out and I was left alone. Now everybody was cheering for me to win it for the team but I was inwardly screaming. I could not pick up a ball for shit because every time I tried they always had someone throw one at me. They always missed because, like the weirdo I am in real life, I bent my body in ways so the ball wouldn't hit me. To cut the sorry short, it ended up with me all the way to the wall dodging whatever they threw at me. I did hit out two people though when I was able to pick up a ball. Thankfully the bell rang and I hightailed it out of there. Okay carry on, sorry.)