The dark haired threat

part 12_ the track

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I sling my black rucksack over my muscular left shoulder and make me way towards the door,"Bye Cato have fun today" my mother calls out behind me, "and train hard" dad finishes for her.Without turning back to look at them i can almost picture his right blue eyelid closing down and opening again as a gesture to mum.Shaking me head knowing my I finally head out the door.

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It doesn't take long to get to the training centre from my house.probably around ten minutes or so.Sometimes I wish it was longer,i enjoy the time I am granted  to be in the gracious presence of my glorious self.it gives my time to clear my head from the distractions and a chance to think clearly.Sadly though,that little infinity is far too short lived.I find my trainers dusting along the pathway to the training centre's entrance admittedly sooner than I would of liked.oh well, I always have the walk home.Deciding to be optimistic about it as I manage to force my weight up the steep cold steps and into the dum corridors.

I place my rucksack into my navy locker and slam it shut turning to catch Bailey's eye from a nearby locker."Cato,my boy.You'll be pleased to know today we have fitness outside until lunch and then we get to handle those badass shiny swords.I personally cannot wait to feel the sharp tip of the beautiful blade" he spoke with a hint of sarcasm in his voice.I'm never going to trust Bailey but that doesn't mean he has to know that or that I'm forbidden from ever sharing a laugh or two with him.It isn't a crime.What the hell I'll keep being nice to the guy...for now.

"c'mon Blondie,let's head on out to the field!" Bailey declared Marching out of the large double doors.Obviously his brain dead zombie companions follow without a moment's hesitation.idiots.

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Okay thats twelve full laps done out of twenty five,almost halfway there.Fitness has to the one of the worst parts of the entire  training programme! I have no idea how the seniors cope with this every single day, some even morning and night! personally I call that suicide.With heart pounding as loud a drum and my blond hair plastered to forehead I decide to take a drink.Hydration is important right? in a whole twelve laps I've Barley had two sips.Dehydrated is the understatement of the century! "why.....is......Dwayne.....try..trying.....to kill....us?" the skinny red haired girl pants as she cuts off the track for a drink squatting beside me.Glad to see I'm not the only one struggling."i honestly agree with you" I respond  making her frown a little at the grass,"Haha.I mean I think thats what he is doing.Trying to kill us." I finish up as she looks up laughing.As red faced as a tomato she forces herself to pant out another sentence "pro...probably.Your......Cato...right?" I nod in response to her question "I'm.....Cassie"  she finishes with a bright smile.I think she is glad she doesn't have to pant anymore.

"Ah cool name.Well see you around Cassie.I'm sure Dwayne will be planning his next attempt to murder us shortly" I joke and gesture goodbye to her before returning to the great marathon track with my heart rising back into my throat.

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19....laps down.....just...six....to go.I'm so out of energy I'm practically panting my own thoughts.I will get there.I can feel myself slowing down by the second.I see Cassie standing across on another drink break on the other side of the track, maybe I can get back round to there and enjoy my well deserved drinks break quickly before resuming Dwayne's torture method.I can feel my weak legs hesitantly begin to pick up the speed.I'm running faster and faster,im almost there.C'mon Cato,you can do it! just a few more metres to go.WHAM.

I feel a sharp sensation my rib cage,the unexpected force knocking me off my feet sends my tumbling down onto the hard floor.My head slams down and rebounds up a few times creating a long cut down the side of my face.My ankle crunches as I feel it twist,unable to protect itself from the impact of what has just happened.With my entire body aching and tired I roll over in sheer pain to find a dark haired figure lying next to me rubbing her elbow.Clove.