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Sam closed her eyes and rubbed her face as the link shut off. “That guy gives me a headache.”
She opened her eyes and glanced at her friends and saw three looks of utter incredulity on their faces.
“What?”
Despite it barely being mid morning, Sam''s body felt drained and her head was pounding. After her run in with Porter and his incredible revelations, then immediately followed by Luke and his amazing bracelet tech. Her body had been crying out for some rest and recuperation and she found her body drifting off to sleep only minutes after her call from Luke.
She awoke some hours later to find she was alone in the cabin and felt the need to refuel.
As she headed into the kitchen she realized she had missed breakfast again and grabbed a couple of granola bars and an orange juice from the fridge.
As she sat on one of the stools located under the kitchen counter Sam felt off. Her whole body felt itchy and disorientated, she felt the rage inside her simmering and thought on what troll had said about control through meditation and exercise.
Through will power, focus. Redirection of that rage, to give it purpose.
Her first instincts were originally to avoid the guy like the plague. But she realized now that was her fight or flight reflexes kicking in.
She had sensed his rage and she knew deep down that he was a massive potential threat, but after her conversation with him she felt to a limited degree that he was a sort of kindred spirit.
He had faced that rage his whole life and she was only now beginning to understand just how much discipline that must have taken.
Sam decided that the best course of action would be to get some exercise, burn off some of that rage and focus it on her physical fitness. She might as well get some positive benefit from her destructive urges.
She dug out a set of gym clothes and put her trainers on.
She had an appointment with the quarter master late in the afternoon according to her bracelet and she could feel a timer counting down in the back of her head when she thought about it.
That bracelet tech really was something else. Anyhow being kitted out with the right gear for academy would save her a unwanted headache of deciding what to wear every morning.
Sam had never done much in the way of fitness training. Other than what she was forced to do in school, which admittedly wasn''t much.
So she decided to have a go at running around the open space taken by the Storm Haven''s Defence Unit. Looking around she thought it had to be way more than that. You didn''t need allterrain armoured vehicles on a boat. The space was huge. Sam guessed at somewhere around the size of two football fields put end to end and about 10 metres in height. It had support beams at even distances through out, but considering this space was inside a ship? It was pretty impressive. She eyed the gym area and saw half a dozen guys pumping iron and thought she spotted Corporal Reed. But the idea of walking up to her to say. “Hey thanks for the hand.” filled her with dread, so she shook herself in preparation for her run.
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Feeling a little weird Sam nonetheless started jogging along side the outer wall.
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Was there a technique or something? She was sure she felt eyes on her when she passed by the weights area and picked up her pace a little.
She felt her inner rage fume at all those perfect human bodies mocking her and felt a distinct relief when she passed by what looked like a fortified boxing ring that blocked their view of her.
She pushed on feeling her body heat up. Could she even do one complete round of this enormous space? She felt like a fool for even trying. As her breathing became heavier she took in deep lungfuls of air, trying to fill her blood stream with oxygen.
Sam felt her rage scorn her for her weakness and pushed harder. She felt herself becoming angrier at her feeble attempt and looked around trying to Gage just how far she had run and grimaced as she realized she had barely made it halfway round the first course.
“Fuck sake! She was just pitiful.”
Her mind drew on the conversation with troll and tried to use her anger, her rage at her inability to even manage one full run round the base and focused on pushing her rage.
Focusing it, using it to push her on, to fight her weakness, to keep going! She gritted her teeth as her rage grew and felt herself speed up a little. Her heart leapt at the increase and she focused harder.
Sam screamed inwardly at herself fuelling her body with her rage.
She saw the point where she had started. She could give up, stop. She had managed one full circumference of the level after all.
She thought of all the men and women laughing at her paltry one lap and felt a pain in her head as her rage intensified.
She hated those smug bastards. Just because they could do a dozen or so laps and then go for a swim before spending an hour lifting weights! Something in Sam''s brain tried to ask where the hell she had got that info from but her rage burnt any coherent thought from her mind.
Running. That was it. It was all consuming. So she pushed on. Commanding her unfit, fragile, feeble body to keep going. Forcing it to obey her demands.
The sweat on Sam''s body started to dry up as she felt her body over heat. She had barely made it past the guys on their weights for the second time.
She wasn''t fucking stopping there! She felt her body weakening and drew on her rage but it wasn''t enough. Her mind was furiously demanding that her body keep going. She refused to stop. The thought of even slowing down was not an option.
Harder. She had to push harder! Wasn''t that what troll said? That didn''t sound right, but it felt right. She dug deeper. Pulling everything her body had to give and more.. more?.. how was that possible?
she pulled again and she felt her body''s energy levels rise. Not much but it kept her going. So Sam pulled harder, and felt another trickle of energy being absorbed into her flailing body.
She breathed in deeply, her body was screaming at her to stop, but it wasn''t the manic shrieking of a few moments before. She tried to sense where the energy was coming from... and felt at the edges of her mind... something monumental! A massive mountain of energy, just bursting at the seams.
She could feel it. Jesus. Was that the sun? Could she pull energy from the sun? Sam yanked at the enormous pool of energy and felt her body fill with a glorious stream of molten hot power. Sam felt euphoric!
She laughed manically as she passed the guys lifting weights and sprinted on. She could do this forever! The power she was pulling in was endless.
How many laps had she done? 5? 6? It didn''t matter. She had been sprinting the entire way and she felt magnificent! She could climb mountains. Swim seas. Fuck the English channel she could do that in an hour.
Sam could no longer feel her body But that was fine. She could feel the power And it was all consuming. She pushed harder revelling in her new found strength but then suddenly. The world around her grew dark and the sounds emanating from the ships engines fell into silence.
She stumbled and flopped to the ground as she felt the power in her body drain away. Her body crumbled under her as she tried to raise her hand to slow her fall, but it was dead.
Her whole body, which only seconds ago had made her feel like a goddess was now literally burning up. She felt her skin start to slough off her bones and her innards beginning to turn into ash.
She tried to- to – Sam felt the last signs of life ebbing away as the power that had fed her strength was now consuming her whole.
Sam''s last demented thoughts as she reached out for more power before her last breath was. “Well troll didn''t warn me this was going to happen! What a douche bag.”
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