Alice, Mary, Jason, and Stiles treaded through tall weeds, their destination to the stable in the middle of Mary's backyard. Windows were broken, the wood falling apart and rotting, and the red paint chipping.
"Are you sure that's even stable?" Stiles asked, studying the stable.
Mary nodded. "Yeah. I come here to practice my magic." Stiles chewed on his lower lip, and shifted his backpack to the other shoulder. He told his dad that he was going to train with Jason, Alice, and Mary again. His dad had given him that look 'you better not die again'. "But I managed to set up a training ground with dummies, targets, and other stuff to help train."
Stiles made a not bad face. "Cool." They continued their trek to the front of the stable and Mary pushed the door open. They stepped inside, the cool air hitting them, the smells of old hay and dirt, hitting them, except Mary, making them cough.
"Don't worry." Mary said. "You'll get used to the smell." Stiles nodded, looking at the life-sized training dummies, a punching bag, and mats placed around the stable. "Let's get down to business."
There was no warming up, because seriously, you're going to fight, there will be no warming up, if you're going to fight for you life. But there he was anyway, doing push-ups on the mat, while keeping pace with Alice's counting. She was counting slowly, and doing push-ups next to him. Her green tank top and athletic shorts, getting wet with sweat, her hair pulled back in a ponytail, some loose hair sticking to her forehead.
"Up…down…two hundered." Alice said, doing what she said, and Stiles tried to keep pace with her. He wondered what the werewolves were doing at the time. Training too? But with whatever they usually do that doesn't include him.
Whatever. I'm guilty by association anyway. Stiles thought, keeping pace with Alice, sweat dripping into his eyes, as he didn't usually do this much push-ups during Lacrosse practice.
Two hours later after vigorous push-ups and sit ups, he found himself smashing up a dummy with some weapons, and his hands and feet. Mary was the one teaching him how to hold a knife, were to place it, and how to do some serious harm with his hands and feet. Though there was one occasion when Mary accidentally caught the dummy on fire, and they had to put it out with dirt.
Well at first Stiles went to the punching bag for about two hours, and it resulted in his knuckles splitting open and bleeding, but he didn't worry about that, because he's been told that he needed to toughen up his knuckles when he gets into a fist fight with a supernatural thing.
"Come on. Pretend that it's Jackson." Mary said, and kicked the dummy its crotch. Stiles stared at her, as Mary kicked the dummy's head off. Mary had her hair pulled back in a ponytail and sweat glistened off of her, and her black tank top and red athletic shorts baggy on her, also slightly wet from sweat.
Well then. Stiles thought, and started hack into the dummy, with his six inch knife that he now calls 'Suicide' because he had committed suicide with it, three years ago.
"Come on, you wimp. Show me that you're still fierce, and not scared." Mary demanded at Stiles. Stiles nearly rolled his eyes.
After the training dummies, Stiles found himself at the target practice with Jason, who seemed to enjoy talking about death and dead relatives, which was beginning to freak him out. Jason wore black baggy athletic shorts and a shirt, the same thing Stiles wore.
Stiles threw the knife he was holding at the target, narrowly missing the red circle.
"Come on. My grandmother can throw knives better than you. And she's dead." Jason said.
You don't say. Stiles thought bitterly and threw another knife at the target. His shoulders and hands were feeling like fire was going through them. He had only a minute break when he switched stations. He looked over to the training dummy and punching bag area where the girls are punching the dummy and punching bag. Then he felt Jason dig his nails in his arm.
"Focus." Jason spat out. "If you're out there fighting, you've already been sliced up by a werewolf."
Don't picture that, Stiles. Don't picture it. Awe, too late. Stiles grimaced and knew Jason has a point. Stiles threw a knife and received a bow and arrows.
After two hours of throwing knives and shooting arrows, he ended up back at the mat again, this time he has to fight Alice, Mary, and Jason. Though Stiles noticed four bo-staffs on the ground near the mat. Stiles' knuckles and shoulders throbbed.
"Come at us, bro." Mary said, getting in a fighting stance and they ran over to each other. Stiles round housed kicked and Alice blocked it. Mary kicked Stiles in the stomach, but he stayed up, though he stumbled backwards. He blocked punches and kicks, threw punches and kicks, connecting with some of them. Then Mary grabbed the staffs, and tossed one to Stiles, Alice, and Jason.
"Bo-staffs?" Stiles asked touching his cheek, knowing a bruise was going to form, because Jason punched him.
"You won't use them in the fight against the Alpha Pack, but they're always fun to use." Mary said and Stiles nodded. Mary smacked Stiles' in the leg.
"Hey." Stiles said and swung at Mary with the staff, but she blocked it where her staff.
"Come at us." Alice said, and this time swung at Stiles who ducked, and it almost knocked Jason's head off in the process, but he managed to dodge it. That was when the other three started advancing towards him, bo-staffs at the ready. Stiles managed to block all three, and started to take aim.
He swung, blocked, and kicked. The only sounds are the bo-staffs connecting with each other, Stiles' knuckles bleeding, and bruising. But he ignored the pain of his knuckles and shoulders; he would deal with that later.
Two hours later, they were sitting on the ground in front of the stable wall, outside, letting the cool air soak up the sweat, drinking lots of water and Gatorade. They were watching the sunset. Alice, Mary, and Jason's knuckles were also bloody since they went through the same cycle with Stiles to let him know that he's not alone with the training. Now they were outside, with them telling Stiles some of the stuff they had hunted since Stiles had quit.
They had various injuries with Alice's black eye, Mary's split lip, and Jason's multiple bruises. It reminded Stiles of the times that after hunting, they'll sit outside against a wall, drinking soda, and reminiscing.
"You're doing well." Mary said, and smiled, as she took a swig of red Gatorade. They were drinking water and Gatorade because if they do, they'll go bathroom a lot to help to slowly get rid of their soreness in the morning.
"Thanks." Stiles said looking at the dried blood on his knuckles. He's sure that the werewolves don't train till sunset like he did. Hell, he's sure that Allison's hunting training didn't last till sunset. They shifted a little, their knees up.
"We'll do this again tomorrow, that is, if the Alpha Pack doesn't attack yet." Mary said.
Stiles shrugged and rubbed his shoulders. "Okay. I got to get home." He stood up, his back popping. They stood up too.
"We have to get home too." Mary said, and they started their way through the grass.
A/N: Each station was two hours long, let's say that they started the training at six, and it lasted till sunset. And I don't know how long werewolf training is or how long Allison was in during her hunter training, but let's pretend that Stiles trains longer than them.
I know that you have to wrap your knuckles when you punch a punching bag, because of the bleeding thing, but let's say that Stiles didn't.
I also know that Stiles will be really sore in the morning, but I've been told by my biology teacher that after you exercise, you should drink a lot of water or Gatorade to pee a lot, because it flushes the amino acids out of your system, so that's why you don't wake up as sore as you are. Don't worry; I'm getting to the Alpha Pack vs. Hale Pack fight soon. Out of curiosity, why do you guys like this fanfic?