Marcus Triun - Part 35

Heldin:" Well, we call it Afterworld." Marcus:" Came up with that name yourself?" I said while I was removing the mask tied on my face. Heldin:"Basically, yes. It's based on AFTERlife and World." Marcus:"I see. So what exactly, will we be doing here? And what time is it?" Heldin:"We're gladiators. And we all don't know since the sun doesn't shine here, it only rains, and rains, and rains...So much for my pension." Heldin sat down, and was looking to the ground in deep thoughts. Marcus:" So, Cucurion is your real son?" Heldin woke up from his trance:" ...HM!?..Wha--...Yes he is." I looked from Cucurion, which was walking around the settlement with all kinds of pots and pans which he all dropped on the ground, to Heldin the wise (still pretty muscular for his age) old man. Marcus:"I'm not trying to offend either of you, but he doesn't look very like you, or Helen." Helen was washing some dishes at a river, that flowed through the settlement. Heldin:"Honestly, I don't know what to do. He's a total idiot, and can barely stand on his own damn feet and try to not flip over...But he is my son, and I do love him...But...I don't know really." Marcus:"Well I could train him for you, my body is already at it's utmost so it won't be a problem training him, whilst I'm here. I still have to get back to Arishalore though." Heldin:" Arisha-who?" Marcus:"Don't mind it, I will head over to Cucurion." I walked away, and I saw Cucurion picking up all the pans and pots he dropped for the second time. Marcus:" Cucurion, leave those pots and pans, walk with me for a moment we gotta talk." Cucurion nodded, and followed me. People were staring in my back, I could just feel their eyes poking in my back. We went to a little place where 3 dummies were placed, 3 wooden swords and a bow. There were also 5 lampposts around it to keep it lighted and there were also some iron chains. Marcus:"I want you to do some push - ups." Cucurion was looking at me like I was crazy. I said with a very serious tone :" Do...It..." He directly started dealing with his push - ups. He didn't even get to 14. Ho boy. Marcus:" Come on ! Put some power in it, sooner or later you'll have to fight as a gladiator and then you won't survive, you miserable piece of shit !" That obviously worked, since he started to do his push-ups more serious and alot more faster. All with all he did 93. It was a start. Marcus:" Get up kid, and grab a wooden sword." Cucurion stood up, and grabbed the wooden sword. Marcus:" Hold it in this position..And then...Ah good you got it! Now hit that dummy 75 times without taking breaks." It took him 3 hours in total to do it without breaks. Marcus:" Now some sit-ups." Apparently this was easy peasy lemon squeezy for him since he did 250. Fair enough. Marcus:"Pick up that bow and arrow, and I'll mark a spot on the tree that you'll have to hit. First from 20 metres, then 60 , then 150, and then totally from the campside. And if you fail, you'll have to repeat until you can finally do it." First shot was a direct hit. Second shot also a direct hit, third shot took him 12 tries. And believe it or not, but the last shot he did in 100 times, exactly. And we only had one arrow, so he had to keep running from the campplace to the trainingsite, back to the campplace and keep on doing that routine until he finally hit straight. He was totally worn out, and apparently his sister had been watching us for awhile since she had warm water for his feet, cold water to drink and food ready for him. Marcus:" Now you just do that 5 times a week, and everything will be alright. And when you're up to it, you increase the difficulty everytime a little bit. So it stays a challenge. Cucurion:" Sir yes sir." We both smiled at each other. Now I'll have to find out who the fuck wants me here. I know I can just break out of here, tear a building apart but that would just destroy the fun. I'll just let those stadium - keepers THINK they are in control...But believe me...They aren't...I grinned deeply from the inside.