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Chapter 12

I wake up at the sound of the alarm.

6 am.

Got up, got dressed and made my way out to the terrace to start my morning training.

Everything was pretty routine now, Parkour was a part of me. It's like breathing, almost effortless.

I blazed through the rooftops of the playground. Thinking of what Wilson said last night. "Fear is the product of extreme ignorance."

It made a lot of sense, the reason why I had a fear of jumping off from building to building is because I don't know if I could make it, but my body knows it can.

Extreme ignorance.

The word emanates a new meaning to me.

For me, it meant knowing it all but immediately discarding the thought because of doubts and overshadowing the truth.

Plainly it meant ignoring your instincts.

You already know in your gut you can, 110 percent. But you still insist that you can't.

It was almost 9 so I made a route to the park.

Wilson was nowhere.

"Wilson!" I shouted.

"Know your target and it will be relatively easy to hide your presence."

I jumped to the sound of Wilson's voice sending me into a sudden sprint.

Wilson was standing behind me. I looked around. There wasn't even a building close enough to hide in.

"I was behind you the whole time when you came into the vicinity of the park." Wilson stated.

"Really!" I asked confused.

"It wouldn't really be a problem now since you do know everything there is about your 'targets'."

It was true. Specially Sam.

"I know you do Parkour, I observed your moves and daily routines. I know where you'd most likely jump off from and where you might land and what time you'd be here. You can somewhat put it at deductive reasoning." Wilson stated slowly.

"Likes, dislikes and little things count as much as the big things."

"Detail is a vital role Freddie."
Wilson said and nodded.

I nodded in agreement.

"You already know Parkour, so we will go from what you know."

The morning turned into afternoon with Wilson teaching me techniques to become invisible to the target.

Sneaking, usage of the environment and finally creating a heightened sense of awareness which was the most difficult.

Wilson made me sit down at the center of the park.

"Close your eyes and feel the environment, try and take in everything the environment could give."

I sat down in an indian seat. I closed my eyes and rested my arms on my thighs.

"Empty your mind."

I heard the howling wind, I heard the birds flying over head. Rustling leaves and everything.

"Can you hear the squirrel eating nuts?" Wilson coached.

I listened intently. I heard leaves rustling, and beneath that I did hear gnawing but was very feint.

"Take in everything, only then will you be able to segregate sounds. But this is not what I want you to do."

I opened my eyes.

"I want you to close your eyes again and try and detect which direction I will come from."

That'd be easy I thought.

I nodded and closed my eyes.

I emptied my mind and took a notice at the surroundings.

I heard the grass crackling from behind.

"From behind!" I shouted.

Then I felt a feint slap to my forehead.

"The front Freddie." Wilson said.

"Rushing things will get you nowhere. Feel my presence."

"I will slap you everytime you get it wrong. Harder each time."

"But I will not slap you when you haven't answered yet."

"Try again." He answered sternly.

I closed my eyes again and refocused.

This went on for a while getting it wrong and getting slapped in the face, harder and harder until I was red. It wasn't hard but it sure did hurt a lot!

I didn't want to get slapped again so I waited and waited.

I zoned out everything except for a sound that sounded like footsteps, but I wasn't sure so I didn't answer right away.

I didn't know it was this easy when I remembered how to zone out a screaming Sam when listening to Carly at the same time.

I heard slushing sounds of grass being stepped on.

I didn't say anything. I stood up and reached to my right holding Wilson by the collar.

"Good job Freddie." Wilson said as I opened my eyes.

I smiled.

"How bout we kick it a notch?" Wilson smiled an evil smile.

A group of people came from behind the mart.

My smile turned into a disappointed frown.

I sat down and closed my eyes.

"Random people will walk, some will run and some will try and creep up to you including me."

I nodded in agreement and focused.

I got slapped a few times but I got it once I remembered that Wilson is kind of old, his steps was slow and I believe I heard a feint snapping sound of his knee when he made a small step.

"Now you know why details are so important. I am suprised that you noticed my knee." Wilson said smiling.

I smiled back.

"I do have a CREEPY teacher." emphasizing on the word creepy.

Wilson laughed.

It was late afternoon already.

"Rest for now and we will resume training when night falls."

Wilson said and turned away.

"We will do things the other way around now." He half-shouted at the distance.

I waved him goodbye and placed my hands to my face. My face was still warm from all the slaps I got. I tried feeling if there were any swelling and fortunately there were none.

I returned to the mansion running.

As I came to the room I felt a familiar presence.

"Out the terrace." I hollered across the room.

"Superb Freddie." Wilson smiled.

"Thanks." I muttered.

I took a shower and rested on the bed. But I got up.

"I can't sleep while you are here Wilson, I can feel your creepiness."

"Touche Freddie." Wilson laughed as he got out from behind the drapes.

"I was just making sure you did learn something. I must take my leave now. 8pm at the playground."

"Till then."

He bowed and turned to leave the room.

I slept for a while and drifted off to a dream.

I was back at Ridgeway. From the last dream I was alone but now the place was jam packed like the first day of classes.

All I heard was indistinct chatter.

I looked around and saw that the faces of the people were all blank.

It was horrible.

A person wearing a suit walked up to me. He sounded as if he was lecturing but I couldn't make out what he was saying.

I felt a familiar presence.
An abrasive repulsive presence.

The man went away and I searched for the presence.

I pushed the people out of the way and waded through the crowd toward the source of my feeling.

And there she was. Sam beating up a faceless dude shouting "Who's your momma nub! Who's your momma?"

The boy was trying hard to shield himself from the blows she was dishing out.

Why was she the only one I could hear and see?

She got up from the boy and turned to my direction.

For some reason I paled to her stare.

She sprinted to my direction with arms wide open and jumped to tackle me or something.

I snapped out of the dream, I was literally panting. Sweat dripping from my face.

What is wrong with me? Is what I'm doing wrong?
Is this what's in store for me when I return?
Why is she the only one I see?
How bout Carly? Gibby? Principal Franklin? or the others?

I buried my hands to my face and lightly slapped my face awake.

I have to get ready for the evening training.

I looked at the clock and it was 7:46pm.


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