12 Freebie

As I groggily open to get out of the bed I see Jon on the ground twitching every now and then. I feel you. If I never went through that again I would still have done it too much.

"Haha, fucking pussy" I couldn't resist.

I saw him open his eyes and I swear I could sense killing intent in the air for a moment. The look in his eyes was complicated. I knew he wanted to walk up and strangle me but at the same time he knew he'd probably pass out the second he tried to move. He can't even move his facial muscles for crying out loud, not that I could see very well anyway thanks to the black goo.

"Seriously though, you should be fine after a couple of hours. I'll leave a glass of water here and after you finish it you should go take a shower. I don't want the black shit all over my apartment. You can find me in the living room later, we have a lot to talk about."

The look in his eyes became somewhat less hateful as he blinked his eyes in confirmation... At least I think that's what he was trying to tell me. After I leave a glass by his side I take a second to appreciate my new body. As someone who could barely be considered fit I endured a total of 2 hours of exercise and I barely felt sore at all! I was even training in ways I hadn't done ever before!

To put this into perspective it's as if a 100 kg fat man without any training experience suddenly went outside for a half hour long jog while maintaining a 4m/s speed the entire time only to wake up the next day without wanting to off himself. It's a fantasy!

Since Jon wouldn't get up anytime soon I took the oppurtunity to take my new daily interval run. I stop in the desolate park near the forest 20 minutes away from my apartment complex. I do multiple upper body exercises and then run back home. I see Jon still laying on the floor although he looks less agonized than before. He slightly moves his hand to show the middle finger. I wink back.

After an hour long break I'm back to grinding my baseball skills. Once that's gotten out of the way I take a shower, go back to my couch and turn on the TV. I hear the Shower turn on once more.After approximately one hour (the black goo is super tough to get out) he comes into the living room.

First thing he did was punch me in the face. Hard. I fall down from the couch onto the floor. I stand up once more.

"That one was a freebie."

He tried it again but I redirect hist fist to my side and he loses his balance for a forward momentum. I exploit it by kneeing him in the stomach.

"Let's head outside if you still wanna go. Don't break my shit"