Fallen

Chapter 7- Rewritten

Sang's P.O.V.

"We should go for a run," Michael says. "You need to clear your mind."

Turns out that mental training can be just as exhausting as physical training. My mind has given out, I can't do these exercises anymore. "Alright, let me change real quick."

Not even ten minutes later, we're running through the woods. "Did you go through similar training when you were an apprentice?," I ask. Talking while running makes me slightly out of breath, but I want to know more about him.

He looks at me, speeds up, and then turns around so now he's running backwards. This guy is a machine. "My training was much stricter. You need to step it up," he says. "If I'm still running faster than you, it means your training is not intense enough."

I scowl, feeling a little annoyed. "Sorry, I didn't realize you were training me for the Olympics."

       He seems confused for a moment. He seems to do that any time I tell a joke or use sarcasm. Weird guy. But I speed up so I can pass him.

     A little bit later, we end up in a clearing. "Let's stop here so we can eat before we continue your training," he says.

      I agree and get the stuff food out of my backpack before sitting on the ground. I'm beat and he says we're continuing after this. I'm going to take my sweet time eating then.

       We make small talk while we eat about fighting demons. I like having Michael around, he seems to understand me in a way that even Henry doesn't.

      After we are done eating, the afternoon continues as we alternate between mental and physical exercises. Thankfully, Michael did give me some breaks as well.

       We return to the cabin in the late afternoon, when the sun has started to set.

        "Thank you for today. It was intense and I'm exhausted, but I can feel that I'm progressing. Even though I know I have so much more work to do, it's cool."

      "Glad to hear you enjoyed yourself. I just hope you don't have to put it to use right away. There is a major increase in demonic activity at the moment."

"Well, when the time comes, I'll be ready to do my part," I try to assure him.

"I imagine so," he nods. "Goodbye, Sang. I will see you soon."

He gives me a funny look, like he hates to leave. Then he gives me a little wave before leaving.

When I go into the cabin, I can't help but smile. Although it was tiring, I had a nice day. It's the best day I've had in quite awhile. It's nice to feel like I'm improving my skills.

      However, I feel like it's time to face the music and go home. I can't disappear for days at a time with a newly opened portal to Hell.

      So I shower and get my stuff together before heading back to the house. This time around, nothing weird or creepy happens.

When I pull back up to the house, Henry is sitting on the porch. I take a deep breath and get out of the car.

     I'm still not happy about what happened, but now is not the time for us to be divided. When I get to the porch, Henry doesn't look up from his newspaper. "Hey, Sang."

       "Hi," I say. He sighs and looks up from his newspaper.

         "I guess this won't be one of things we pretend didn't happen until we forget about," he says. "I'm sorry, Sang."