This choice: CAN'T...SLEEP...MUST...JOG...MORE. • Go Back...Chapter #5A Hard Day's Night, A Hard Night in General by: hortonwho   "I can't sleep. I just can't! I can't just stand up here and do nothing all night!"
May's wish on Jirachi had worked alright. May had absolutely zero need to sleep and constantly brimmed with vim to the boiling point. She found out the hard way that night when she simply tossed and turned in her bed, constantly stimulated, her eyes darting around the room, her fingers twitching.
With her wish came literally all the time in the world. She had her goal of training her own body in conjunction with her Pokémon's, and she certainly could achieve that now that she had nigh-unlimited energy.
For about an hour, May lay in bed in discomfort. She rolled out of bed and did push-ups, sit-ups, anything that would normally burn her out very quickly. She found that she could do these things with ease, without so much as an ache in the stomach or a drop of sweat on the brow.
May looked out the window. With all this extra time from the now un-necessity of sleep, she could run jogs like the first over-night jog she did. She could sprint without a qualm, without an ache. "Maybe I'll go for another run," May resolved, removing her nightgown and tugging on (with noticeably more effort) her clothing and tying her bandana around her head. Just to warm up she took the stairs instead of the elevator.
By the time May hit the ground floor, she felt that her clothing squeezed her even more tightly than they had earlier that day. She screwed up her face as she stiffly walked out the glass doors, the moon shining down upon the port. May decided not to think too much of the tightness in her clothing as she ran to the beach.
It wasn't difficult to forget the tightness as May once more felt the exhilaration of being able to run miles and miles on end without tiring. As her shoes dug into the sand, May picked up the pace, her stride lengthening more and more until she realized she had broken into a sprint. Like a distance runner, she pumped her arms and breathed in and out rhythmically, a controlled yet frenetic breathing that upped her hype as if she was a Kingdra using Dragon Dance.
May hollered in excitement as she hurtled faster, faster, untiring, unwavering. The cool wind blasted her face before stopping abruptly as May dashed up a hill, across an empty street, and into the forest. Perhaps by then she had hit the absolute velocity of a human being. She had no need to stop, since she certainly wasn't tired at all. She had as much time as she wanted, and she could run and run and run for as long as she wanted to.
The thought seemed to do well for May's confidence and posture, as she found her vantage rising as she stood up straighter, basking in the glorious feeling of unabated exertion. And she actually was rising. The bottom of her shirt began to untuck from her pants and creep slowly up her torso as a result of May continuously pumping her arms. Her clothing, becoming pasted more and more tightly to her skin by the minute, creaked with each movement of May's joints. May's chest pushed outward from her shirt as her sleeves seemed to tighten a bit more on her shoulders. May noticed none of this as she passed into the forest. Her yelling cleared the path of any wandering Stantlers or Murkrows in her way.
The night went on like this, with May circling the island once more, twice, three times, following her earlier path. Finally, she stopped in the middle of a clearing in the forest, not even panting.
Quiet. Nothing but the chirps of Kricketots and Kricketunes and the dancing lights of Volbeat and Illumise accompanied May in the forest. May laughed, her arms akimbo, tilting her head to the sky. "You know what?" she announced to no one in particular. "I really like this!"
Yet still, something felt different. Not necessarily bad, but different.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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