(( continued from Onslaught Redux
Jeremy was out of breath, his leg felt like it was on fire. Looking down, he saw it stopped bleeding, well it didn't bleed that much to begin with, but he couldn't help but limp through the tree line. He tried to collect himselfcome on Jeremy, you're a wrestler, you've been through worse than this
In all honesty, when it came to the pain, Jeremy had been through worse, and pushed through worse....
Jeremy was running on the track, the sweat was causing his black t-shirt to stick to his skin, he felt like he couldn't go on any longer. He saw most of the team ahead of him, and some behind him. The coach shouted, "Torres! Why are you all the way back there? Do you want to win state? Do you want to be a winner? If you're a quitter then keep up that pace Torres, but if you want to win, run like you care!"
Jeremy sprinted ahead to the main group, and kept up with them, until they passed the bleachers. The coach told them all to take a quick break. Jeremy collapsed on the grass along with his teamates, he he could hear the coach and his assistants talking to themselves.
It wasn't too long before the coach said, "Ok, everyone find a partner who's about your same weight."
Jeremy found his partner.
The coach smiled and said, "Everyone find a aisle on the bleachers. Have your partner get on your back, and run up the bleachers, every step! Five times for each partner, go!"
Jeremy remembered kids telling him how dumb wrestling was, how they're sport was tougher, more demanding, he remembered all the bad comments to the sport. "Oh I don't want to roll around all sweaty with another guy in spandex!"
Jeremy just shrugged it all off, he really didn't care too much. Wrestling was his sport, and he did it well, even if practice was tough, and sometimes he felt like dying, and never going back, he did go back.
But now he saw the makeshift hospital up ahead, he could see the front of it. Memories from the past come flooding back, and he surpressed it all. The bloody boy with no shirt on knew by now to go in the back, a lesson learned the hard way.
Going through the tree line, he made his way to the back, and made his way inside. He walked as quietly as he could through the halls, he was peeking past all the doors, just to make sure it was clear.
That was when he entered the same room as Clemence. He didn't see her coming in, but when he was in it, the site of her surprised him. He didn't recognize her as the girl who killed his cousin, and he only looked at her, his shotgun raised, and he asked what seemed like the most important question on the island, "Are you playing this game or not?"