Sitting in my cell I'm on the ground in between my wall and bed. I had taken my bed and flipped it on its side to hopefully block that bitches view of me. Even if she can still see me just the act of doing it should piss her off I hope. I hear a soft knock on my door, only one person would knock. I close my eyes, shaking my head.
Damn.
Wish I would have known I could get disqualified. Then again who knows, that bitch in a box may not have let me be disqualified until she got me to use my power. Still, it doesn't change the fact that she won. She completely destroyed me and had me dancing to her toon the whole time. That's why it will work so well.
She did beat me and now I will accept my defeat and play her game, her system, and because she beat me she'll assume I'm playable, predictable, controllable. So she'll take her eyes off me, it might take some time but she will eventually.
Opening my eyes I hear the second knock. "What Wayne?"
"Dude, how did you know it's me? Is that part of your ability too? I knew you had one! It doesn't matter that you didn't tell me, we can still be friends. Anyway, was this your plan all along, to get disqualified? Your one smart guy, I didn't even tell you it's possible to get disqualified! I kinda forgot."
"Yes Wayne, now please go away."
"Wait, to which question? Awe man, I don't remember how many I asked! Well, alright then. I'll come to see you later, or the next day, or the next day. Warden is probably going to keep you in there for a while. See you later friend!"
So I am going to be in here for a while. I might as well get to work on improving my power then.
Holding my hand up I focused on slowing downtime. While I did I looked at my arm. It was so, so thin. I guess it wouldn't hurt to exercise too.
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DAY 1
All I have is my bodyweight so I've just been doing a lot of pushups and squats. Between my injuries and my lost weight, both from the coma and from the week I was in that basement without food, I can hardly do a couple of either. Once my muscles are good and tired I work on my perception. I slow downtime as much as I can until I eventually pass out. Then once I wake up I do it again. Wayne keeps coming by to talk and talk. I thought he said he was going to wait a while?
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DAY 5
My injuries are starting to heal up, but my arms look like it'll be a while before they're somewhat healed. I'm able to do a few more reps before I have to stop due to the pain. I don't know if I'm getting anywhere with my power though. I don't have a stopwatch so time isn't consistent for me. There is no way to tell if I'm getting better but I can't just do nothing so I'll keep trying. I don't know how but everytime I wake up there is food in my room and I've been making sure to eat all of it. Wayne says Red-lips has been real quiet, since her rampage after our match. I don't know if this is good or bad.
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DAY 14
My bruises are finally fading away, so now I can see my ribs more clearly. I hadn't noticed but I have gotten pretty small. Well, with fewer bruises means more reps. The pain isn't so bad anymore, even from my arms and bullet wound. I think the bullet wound has honestly healed up better than everything else. I've added a new exercise where I turn on my perception to the max and try to force my body to move. The only thing I have to watch out for is when I do this I pass out a lot sooner so I can only do it while standing on my bed. Now I really can't tell if my power is getting better or if I'm just becoming more fit. Finally, Wayne stopped coming. My guess is he got the hint that I wanted to be left alone.
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DAY 30
I'm pretty healed up, aren't I? While I haven't really gained much size, I feel like I'm fuller. I can still see my ribs and abs but I just look more... healthy I guess. I've been doing handstand pushups and squatting my bed. I've also started to keep my perception on at all times, but it is almost unnoticeable. I hope my theory works, the goal is to keep it on 24/7 so my body can adapt to it and make it less of a burden.
Why am I even talking to myself? Ever since Wayne... no that's not it.
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DAY 40
I've noticed that my perception can adapt pretty quickly and I've been able to increase how much I can keep time slowed continuously, but it still isn't much. Plus If I start to do something very physically demanding after a whole day of having it on I can burn out really fast. It's like my muscles just don't have the fuel to do anything. Still, I'm definitely improving but, the more I improve the longer the days become. The longer time becomes. It's... my mind... it's taking its toll. I can, I can still feel it. The urge, the desire.
I want to get out of here, I have to get the fuck out of here. But when I do what will happen? Will it be like before? Will they start to take over?
I don't know where Wayne has been, it's been so long. I feel like I've been in here for years.
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The intercom goes off like it always does while I'm on the ground doing some pushups. Except for this time I hear a metallic sound. Looking over my shoulder I see the door open.
THE FUCKING DOORS OPEN!
I jump up almost starting to run towards it.
No, calm down. I have to act casual, I know that bitch is watching. She hasn't talked to me this whole time but she has definitely been watching.
I start walking over to the door, my perception on slightly.
I can't take this! I won't run but I'm turning my perception off!
Time speeds back up to normal, I think. Is this what everything is supposed to look like? I thought time moved faster?
No, I've probably just been fantasizing about it in my head too much. It's been so long.
I walk out of my room. Finally, I can... Looking across the hall I see Wayne's door. I turn away from it, walking down the hall.
I'm taking a fucking shower.
Once I reach the end of the hall I stop.
Motherfucker!
Looking through the window in his door I don't see anyone.
Why isn't he in here? Fuck it, he's probably just somewhere around the facility. He has more freedom than me so I'm sure he's got a spot he likes to go to.
I make my way to the showers, actively forcing myself not to skip.