Chapitre 5: chapter 5
Chapter 5
Date: January 20, 1990
Location: St. Augustine's Orphanage, London
David gritted his teeth as he sprinted across the small, empty yard behind the orphanage, the chill of the London winter stinging his cheeks. His breaths came in quick, sharp bursts, and every step sent a shock up his legs. He was only six now, with a body much weaker than he was used to, but he pushed himself harder each day.
A week ago, he was a normal teenager in 2023, focused on high school and exams. Now, he was sprinting through an empty lot in 1990, trying to train his body to withstand the physical toll his power would demand. It was as surreal as it was exhausting.
He slowed to a stop, hands on his knees, his chest heaving. I need to keep going, he reminded himself. If he wanted to protect himself from the MCU's telepaths — people who could tear through his mind with ease — he'd need to place a permanent order to shield himself, and that would take endurance. He'd been practicing New Order, ordering himself to hold his breath longer, stay warm in the cold, and lift weights heavier than he could naturally manage. But even small orders drained him, leaving him exhausted after each session.
And the mental fatigue… that was another thing entirely. New Order required intense focus; he had to be precise with his commands, or they wouldn't work at all. It was as if he were holding back a dam, constantly making sure his mind didn't wander while he placed each order. Some days, he felt he was trying to hold the entire world together with sheer willpower.
After catching his breath, David straightened up, eyes narrowed in determination. He glanced around to make sure he was alone, then uttered "I… am not tired."
Warmth pulsed through him as the exhaustion dulled, a second wind rushing into his limbs. It wasn't perfect — he could still feel the strain deep down — but it was enough. He took a deep breath, running through the plan in his head.
Today was about endurance, but soon he'd need to focus on his mental resilience. He had to train his mind just as much as his body to withstand the sheer force of maintaining an order like protection against telepaths. It was an ongoing goal, and he'd need weeks, maybe even months, to reach that level. But every day brought him closer.
The wind picked up, a sharp bite cutting through his thin sweater, but David didn't let it slow him down. He sprinted across the yard once more, pushing himself to the limit. His heart raced, his legs burned, and his lungs felt like they'd burst. But he kept going, knowing this was just the beginning of his journey.
As he finally slowed, sweat chilling his skin, he smiled faintly. He could feel himself growing stronger, little by little. And with every step, every sprint, he felt one step closer to ensuring his survival.
End of chap.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
-- Power
stone