Sweat rained down my forehead, I was covered in sweat, I was hunched over panting.
“You’re getting better, now get up and do it again.” He said, he was also sweating but not as much as me, I had ran laps, been sick three times and passed out twice. Combat training wasn’t going so well either, my nose was bleeding and I was covered in black and blue bruises.
I ran towards him, it was the same routine over and over again. Jump, punch, duck, swing, roll, If I missed a step I would get hit, it was like a dance, except one wrong move, you got seriously hurt.
I got up and tried it again jump, punch, duck I prepared to roll, he punched me in the mouth, I stumbled and fell.
“Concentrate, you’re slacking, get up and do it again.” He said.
I got up and tried again: jump, punch, swing… wrong again, he punched me hard in the stomach, I fell to the ground, it felt like all the air had been sucked out of my body. I lay there trying to fill my lungs. The world was turning darker.
He splashed ice cold water on me and I woke up spluttering annoyed that he splashed cold water on me. He leaned down as he spoke to me.
“This isn’t working, you are still weak, there’s something blocking you, I can feel it.”
I sat up and glared at him. My hair sopping wet. He smiled sweetly at me.
“I’ll be back and you better still be here”
I waited for him to come back bewildered, he returned shortly holding a sticky orange mixture in a clear glass bottle.
“You are going to drink this.” he said, holding out the bottle to me. I didn’t take it, just stared at it and at him, my head still ached and I was beginning to feel nauseous.
He waited a little longer to see if I would take the bottle, after a while he sighed. “Look either you drink it or I force it down your throat myself.”
I felt too tired to fight him. So I took the concoction from him and poured it down my throat.
“Drink all of it,” he encouraged lifting the glass higher and higher, it was too much, the thick gloopy mixture wasn’t going down fast enough and I began to choke.
I pushed the bottle away from my mouth and began to fill my lungs with sweet oxygen. It took three tries to swallow the drink and yet most of it still clung to the lining of my throat.
Suddenly I began to feel woozy, my head was swimming as he scooped me up and into his arms.
“That should be enough, for now.” he whispered as I dozed off.
I woke up in a library, the lights were dim and the books shimmered a little, like there was a glamour over them.
“W-where am I?” I asked, not expecting an answer, the library was deserted.
“We’re in your mind, this is what you think, you’ve brought us here” a voice said, Sebastian’s voice said. I followed the voice down one of the isles and that was where I found him, sitting in an arm chair, looking comfortable and completely at ease in this dark eerie place, I approached him, coming closer and closer. He looked up at me, his eyes filled with concern, all the evil and snide remarks very well hidden, he beckoned me to the chair that had appeared right in front of his so that we faced each other.
I sat slowly and cautiously. “Why are you so broken?” he asked looking at me.
I sat still, looking at him, my mind went blank the question caught me by surprise, but he continued any way.
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Road Runners
Teen FictionYou had to kill, they had to die, you slit their throats, yet wondered why. The gifted saint, that you once knew, is lying dead, infront of you. And as you watch, wounded retreat, listen to his slow heart beat. The valient soldier, you just slayed, ...
