What I Became (complete) (editing)

9: Ready. Set. Fight. Part 1

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Some time has passed so half of the chapter will be catch up. Telling you a little of what happened. Don't know how good it will be.

Please please read the note at the end.
Edited (11-26-15)
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I had been training for a few weeks now.

Get up do hours of physical training. Take a break. Do weapons and baiting. Go to bed and start again.

That was my routine for 3 weeks.

To say I was tired would be an understatement. I was both physically and mentally drained. The first few days were gurling. I was sore from head to toe, it hurt to walk, even laughing hurt.

After the first week I got in better shape. Not waking up every morning sore to the bone was a plus. But with each passing week the training was upped, keeping my body guessing on where to adjust.

Now that I think about it, training with the group would have been a better option. They weren't worked nearly as hard as me. And why was that?

Well first off I was training to be ready for anything. Weather that be a simple street fight or a full blown shoutout.

On the other hand I had Xavier as my trainer.

Let that settle in for a second.

Yes. If you didn't feel bad for be before you should now. I went into training having high expectations set for me. Meeting them was a huge task especially when it's for the leader himself.

Xavier's idea of a warm up is a three mile run or an obstacle course with bullets being shot at you. They were blanks but it was still nerve wrecking.

He pushed me to my breaking point. To where I couldn't go any further but still had to.

Sure I was in great shape but that wasn't the point.

Before this I always thought pushing and pushing would never get you anywhere with a person. It would just drive them into defiance against you.

This was true at the start. I refused everything. But in the end I agreed that it was for the best.

Now don't get me wrong, I didn't completely surrender myself. I'd never given up on anything and I didn't plan to start now. But I found that pushing me harder would ultimately give me my goal. And to be honest fighting him on everything was exhausting.

I had a new outlook. I was tougher. I didn't take crap from anyone and everyone knew it, even Xavier.

He may have been the leader but he knew he couldn't lose me as an advantage and I planed to use that as leverage.

Over the course of my training we inevitably spent a lot of time together.

I noticed we were quite similar. Both with short tempers and equal pride in what we do and the people we do it for. Which is why we were continuously fighting. Opposites attract and we weren't that.

Now most people would take my position and run with it. I was around a super hot and powerful man over 8 hours a day. Usually we would grow close and eventually after some bumps in the road fall in love. But me, I had other plans.

I promised myself, along with never being weak again, that I would never, ever, fall for Xavier King.

Sure he wasn't the one to actually kill my father, but he was still a heartless jerk and a killer.