'He's gay! For me???'
Hi, my name is Endrick. Endrick Weiss. Apparently, something had truly shocked me, I couldn't sleep that night.
He stole some breads from a bakery and got sent to jail after getting accused of stealing illegally, in which he had said it himself.
From his tone, he doesn't sound as if guilty from it.
But then again...
What if Daniel found out this is his body?!
What would happen? Imagine what kind of stuff he could possibly do to get my attention to him... He might even burn a nation if I ever complained about it.
Yikes...!
Not letting that happen. I'm going to be the suspect instead!
That devotee is too much; it is not devotion anymore. More like obsessed over someone who already died thousands of times ago.
Then again, these guys can't stop causing troublesome whenever the time, and I'm forced to hear them as I'm in the same section.
They laughed, shouted and would scream at each other as if that loud voice would make the cops release them out of this prison.
Whatever those people are called, I'll assume they're cops for now.
"Endrick?" I jumped from the seat. I was surprised, he was surprised, we both are surprised—he laughed at my face while I was left standing like an idiot.
"How can you jump over that?"
Say what? I don't understand. Oh.
Gee... Even his voice is creeping me out, it is insane. Was his presence this strong?
"What do you want?" I asked, embarrassed. He couldn't stop getting his joyful expression away.
For a while, I ignored him, even after finishing eating.
"Hey, the leader wants us to go train ourselves." One of the guys said, from afar, calling for everyone to go at the back.
I was stunned, confused—"leader"..."train"? Does it include a newbie like me?
Though, I get it. It was a sudden message from the other prisoners. I looked over to Daniel, uneasy with it. He shrugged, gesturing. "I don't know, either."
I assume everyone had gone used to that, yes. Since we were left to follow them along, with these guys chattering around.
We looked like children who had stumbled upon a factory compared to them.
We sat down with some guys, their gaze darting to us approaching. The worst part? I accidentally made eye contact with them.
It shivers something in my skin, crusty and uncomfortable. Perhaps because I'm used to this.
I quietly looked around, with the voices in the background, I leaned back on to the wall, awkward silence between us.
Then although it was awkward, it did relax my mind from thinking less.
Speaking gives too much pressure, but I won't blame my parents for raising me like that.
The moment I woke up. I'm already on whatever device I could touch. I do not have any device; I tend to share devices with my siblings instead.
Though, it is quite true. You have to think real quick in conversations, one mistake and there'll be a misunderstanding, especially if they're people you're not close with.
While I'm slipped, curled up to the wall, doing nothing. Daniel was laughing with those guys beside us, talking about their experiences.
"I had once fallen from climbing a hill one time!" One of the guys said, lifting the back of my shirt to show a big scar.
"Woah! Aren't you traumatized?" Said the guy beside him, he shook his head.
He laughed, off. "A guy like me? This is an honor, a badge. Whom have I survived from a fall!" We were in awe.
"I nearly died from that fall. Thankfully, I have trained for months to climb that hill." He said, showing off his masculine arms to us.
Daniel agreed, nodding. "Right, that's an achievement for you, awesome." He probably did note that.
"Though, I had seen wolves in the forest before." He argued back, smirking.
The surprise reactions from the guys as they muttered out, slowly. "... Real wolves?" They looked at each other, then at him.
"You sure?" Asked the guys with the big scar on his back. He nodded.
"But wolves don't exist!" They declared, doubting him ever get a glance of a wolf.
Of course, some would doubt such coincidence. Though I don't think it had been that harmful.
"They only appear during the night." He said, frowning from the fact with his arms crossed.
"Is that so? Okay…"
I turned away, glancing over to the door opening to reveal a guy, whose face with a stern expression that gives of "Aura-farming" vibes.
The moment he stepped in, everyone turned their head—silence. The guy cleared his throat before speaking.
"Everyone should get ready for your training first." His voice low and clear for everyone to hear, some replied back.
"Yes!"
Then again, first of all... Why are we here again? This seemed as if we had signed ourselves up in the military.
I glanced over to the crowd. The stern, serious faces... How long have they been here?
Walking up on the big field. "Wow!" I was bubbling in my head from the fresh grass, no poop.
Despite my rejection in following them along, that grass did attract me...
To trick me into doing warm-ups.
It was exhausting and a plus from the hot sun frying our skins. I almost thought I had been fried up like fries.
'Restless even after eight rounds is crazy...!' I gritted my teeth. 'Just one round yet...!' I said, forcefully moving my legs to go faster with my arms swinging.
It was hot... Really. Then this is really hell, a punishment for someone like me.
Crazy for a prison to make me think I was in school. Then from a second thought, I have gone dark from the burning seasoning.
'Fourteen... Fifteen...!' Finally, I had hit fifteen rounds. In whom in the world would think it would be a good idea to give us a school disguised as a prison?
Are they going to put us into the Olympics?!
"Holy..." I muttered out. My hands slipped to the wall, my eyes lidded as I tried to breath normally as them.
My heart was pounding and pumping every few seconds, I could hear it. Which is disturbing to my ears.
But thank God... I didn't faint throughout the rounds.
I glanced over to Daniel, casually lying. "I missed a few rounds because I didn't know until one of them called. May I go for...?" Instant nod.
Oh well, never in my point of view would I agree to that if he ever drags me in, let along lifting something heavy. I'm no use for those.
Though, I assume that tough-looking guy, might've thought he had that much dedication and honesty for an instant nod in response.
They even exchanged smiles to each other like a teacher with his student.
"Okay, everyone, you should know what you need to do next. Now hurry up!" He shouted, flicking his fingers.
I dropped down sitting on the ground, holding on to my waist. I have imagined anything but pain waist now I'm a guy.
Meanwhile Daniel could've had gone to the next practice yet chose to run for another few rounds, precisely for his body? He had gone through suffocating experiences.
Rare. His skin should tan by now, then what about me? I'm not an athlete, why am I darker than my athletic brothers?
Oh, scars on my outside to the insides from comparing my skin.
I should be proud for God have given me a physical body.
'Seriously, did the cops assigned me to a place for people to become knights?' I figured; I should escape from this route, call me an escaper instead.
I'm no use to be a knight.
This training is like going on track and field with a cherry on top in which they could have the option to continue or back away, except they're not allowed to go back in prison.
Like breaks in my school, it is a shame, I can't sleep in class during break—"Dummies here!" Someone shouted, running to place down some dummies on the field for us.
"Dummies here." I repeated, watching most of them hurried over to prepare... Are they becoming knights?
I raised my eyebrow, judging with my eyes bore down to their movements. 'So... The cats want us to become a rat. The gangster rats?' Then a tap on my shoulder, I flinched a little.
I glanced down to my shoulder, a familiar hand.
"What's the purpose for those few rounds?" I faced him straight to the eye, meeting with his smile, tittering at my question with amusement.
"Why, are you worried about me?" That tone again... I felt like clenching my hand and throw a punch at him.
I despise guys who gets too close and flirt the second they get a chance but despise is quite a strong word; I can call myself an enabler for many reasons related.
Speaking of enabler... Who's that? I wonder—makes me lash out a harsh giggle at her on the ground.
'Too harsh for my usual thoughts.' For now, I'll consider to be careful with my manners, my apologies then.
I shrugged. "Just asking."
"Oh yeah, you do care about me then." Oh, my heavens are ascending me. For once, he actually gave on that smile with me!
My heart is flattered from that soft smile, with his eyes narrowed. His face is interacting with my words without anything coming out of his mouth. He's completely still, staring.
That seemingly childish smile had hit the spot to my heart, this is definitely a blessing from the God of Freedom.
Is this how mothers usually feel when their children smile? If so, this is heartwarming, like flowers waving with the wind in a field.
'There stands Xiao Liu as he brushes his fingers along the carnations...' It is truly a gift from the heavens for this ethereal imagination in my head.
'Yes, I might've had stored most of them.'
According to my little to no knowledge in my rudimentary made story, I don't think he's giving up any time soon when his life is filled with new experiences.
Too ahead of time for him to finally appear? I nodded in agreement on that statement.
"You should an extra break for that." He shook his head, refusing to an offer.
"No need."
Huh, why??? This uncle had the audacity to refuse an offer from his own creator, his own mother. The one who gave him favoritism?
Yet something hit my head. 'He might've thought taking a break is a sign of weakness for how much he had gone through to take a step here.'
I must've been too harsh on him to think like that.
Precisely worse...
In one point, if I remembered correctly... He nearly got his legs cut in half in one time.
Oh yikes...! "Nearly got his legs cut in half"? I totally did hit a spot; how cruel can I be?
'Darn, I feel so gloomy, full of cruelty for making him go through things.'
Then this punishment should last long for his sufferings.
For him.