Hello, My Name Is: Death
Jerek looked at me. "I mean, he called up the department of Death Clan's, called down his men, the ones in this state only, and I went back to spy on him, see if he has any visible now, and I saw forty he was talking to."
"Whoa. How many people do we have?" I asked.
"We have twenty five, including the doctor's on there way."
"Crap!" I hissed and he wrapped me in a hug.
"We'll be fine." He promised.
"I sure hope so." I said. "When do we strike?"
"In four days." He breathed.
"I can wait." I said, we kissed, and went to bed.
NEXT MORNING: Three days left. I was ready. We trained like crazy, any chance of freedom we all had, we trained. We didn't stay up past 11:30, and we got up at 9:45 everyday so we could fit practice, breakfast, lunch, dinner, a bit of resting time into everyday until the time came for the Final Fight. I was ready, and so were the others.
By the last giorno of training, I was ready. Actually, I was sweating. I was punching the crap out of a punching bag while the others were upstairs. Jerek wasn't down here, I snuck past him as he went into the bathroom. So, technically, it wasn't sneaking. But, he'll find me sooner o later. I kept punching the bag and when Jerek came down I did a round-house kick to the middle of it, and then I kneed it in the lower, and I punched it once più before quiting for the day.
"Geez. Can te take a few for your boyfriend?" Jerek asked.
"Yea. Not yet though. I need a shower."
"Okay, well meet me down here when te are done." Jerek said, and sat down on a chair da the stairs.
"Alright." I ran upstairs, past Jerek's head, and went to the bathroom.