Through My Veins - Frerard

Chapter Seventeen

Gerard's P.O.V:

"Okay, we'll just start with basics." Josh addressed Frank "We'll make a few tests to see how far you can go."

Frank nodded and cracked his knuckles stretching a bit. Tyler stood and observed as Josh prepared a few weighs and dumbells for Frank to heave. This is gonna be a fun day.

"Alright champ, let's see what you got." Josh challenged. Frank just smirked cockily and effortlessly lifted what seemed like 200 kilos above his head. He dropped the weight just like my jaw, with ease, and looked expectantly at Josh. The latter added an extra ten to the weight.

"You're joking, right?" Frank demanded.

"Just do it already, dog breath." Josh rolled his eyes, Frank obeyed and it was just as effortless as the first. "Pondus Maxima." Muttered Josh under his breath.

Suddenly Frank's posture wavered only for a slight minute and he tensed. He looked almost in pain but he still managed not to drop the weight, though his biceps flexed and a trail of sweat started running down his arms and face. Well, shit. I think I was drooling a bit but that's not important.

"Ad normalis" Josh muttered again with a satisfied smirk.

"What the fuck was that?" Frank panted out after dropping the weight with a grunt.

"Spell to measure one's limit." He replied simply, Frank raised an eyebrow expectantly "You, dear Frankie, can lift about 800 kilos above your head. That's four times the world record of man overhead lifting." He amused. That's a lot.

"Don't get too excited hotshot." Tyler blew Frank's bubble "That strength will barely help you in a battle field if your reflexes are weaker than Josh's willpower to not flirt with anything that has two legs and is alive." Tyler smirked while Josh rolled his eyes.

"True though." Josh caved in agreeing. "Next challenge, speed limit." The smirk was back on his face.

We all moved to the track, this place was like the fucking Colosseum. Actually, it was exactly built like one, with the crowd seats and everything, I gotta ask Ray about this place sometime later.

"Alright, take two laps and don't hold back" Josh demanded and Frank nodded. This was about a 100 meter track. I was really glad that I didn't wear a skirt to this event, cause when Frank bolted it seemed like a tornado decided to chime in the room. It was barely five seconds before Frank was back not a sweat broken.

"40 m/s in normal circumstances, also four times the above average man." Stated Tyler. "Now, Josh if you may."

"Alright everybody, grab onto something." He warned. Frank looked somewhat unnerved but readied for another lap. "Maxima resistentia aeris" he bellowed. I think a tornado really did stir up in the Colosseum repilca this time, the air picked up and started blowing me off my feet, and not in the good way either.

I held on to a rail for dear life and watched as Frank struggled and fought his way through the raging winds taking a few seconds longer to reach the finish line this time.

"Just five seconds short, that is even better than to be compared to anything." Tyler laughed shaking his head.

"You hear that Frankie? You're one badass motherfucker!" Josh cheered high-fiving Frank and pulling him into a hug. I got over my initial shock of what the fuck just happened and marched towards my adorable yet extremely dangerous boyfriend pulling him into a heated kiss in front of the two warlocks.

"Mine." I stated poking Josh in the chest, he raised his arms faking surrender, an amused smirk playing on his face. Frank, on the other hand, shoved me playfully as a blush crept up on his face.