mutated

chapter nine: welcome to hong kong, paradise for druggies

"Keep it up, ladies! Only 5 kilometers left! My grandmother runs faster than you lot." Chase called, and I rolled his eyes. Sure. 5 kilometers left of a fücking 20k run. I am not a marathon runner. I don't like running in general. I like to sleep. And eat. And write. Not run.

"Wow, only 5k? Thanks a lot." Martin muttered, sweat drenching his shirt as he struggled to hold on to the treadmill that seemed a bit tall for him.

"How is that only? I'm so tired!" Camellia replied.

"It was sarcastic you fücktard." Martin mumbled, rolling his eyes, and I ignored them. I was too tired to listen to their bickering, or even turn to look at them. I just kept running.

An eternity later, we were put into groups of twos and threes. I was in a group of three with the other two girls, and we were ordered move log after log to a corner on the other side of the room. I usually didn't mind a little bit of manual work, but carrying logs? Nooop. "Can you take off our collars? They're itchy." I asked as I did the exercises, my face probably looking like a tomato.

"And risk losing my mind? Have you looked around and see the powers in this room if I took you off inhibitors? Two telepaths. An indestructible boy. A boy who can shrink and grow. A girl who can control and turn into literally everything from nature. A girl who can control the stream of time. And a speedster. For that, Jade, you guys get a bonus." He snapped his fingers, and thunder rumbled behind him.

Honestly. That was dramatic as heck.

Then it started to rain, and I cursed myself. Of course, he was a weather manipulator. So he could bring the fücking outdoors indoors. We continued on with the activity in the rain, and when we're done, he decided to change the weather.

Boiling. Fücking. Sun.

This time it was a bit more normal, if carrying a 10kg backpack as you did push-ups counted as normal. For the stronger people in our group, it seemed a little less hard, but for unfit potatoes like me and Lyss, we were left struggling to even get up from one. The sun didn't help either, scorching my skin, and I wondered if I would end up with sun-burnt skin.

Does it count as radiation poisoning if we're so close to the 'sun'? Like what happened with Overgirl in the Earth-X crossover. Did it?

I shook my head. Thinking too much. Just do.

After that was squats was sandbags.

Then it was dragging sandbags through the mud with the backpacks on our backs.

And to top it off another 20km jog. Hawk, or Phoebe, must have been helping because I was pretty sure that this was much longer than the previous session with Lily. And don't forget the fact that the moment we slowed down or seemed to be slacking in any of the exercises, Chase would let off a little warning spark, reminding us we were coated in sweat and would conduct electricity pretty well.

As we exited to the next room, Mercy was there to heal us again, and after enduring physical torture, it was time endure something even worse.

Mental torture of listening Hawk's boring voice droning on about schematics and guns.

Sure, this would probably seem pretty interesting for the four boys and Camellia, but me and Alyssa were close to dozing off, which seemed like a pretty good idea in the condition we were in. I mean, they didn't even let us shower after it. Chase just drenched us with water.

After that amazing two hour lecture, we were finally let off for a break for the rest of the day. Everyone was given a little pamphlet and map of the building, something probably whipped up by Chase from the fact that it was full of snide comments about some of the other members of the elder group.