Athletic Trainer Oblivion Novels & Stories

"Ahem, then let's get into this. Haha.. In our training system, the key man is a coach or the Airburst as an instructor that will advise and take care of AB Trainee qualifications throughout the selection to ensure that they meet the criteria of being a hero in every aspect. Another one is the AB Trainer, who trains and tests AB Trainees in the use of our organization's signature equipment called Airtech. But since you joined the application much later than the others, you'll need a separate trainer like me instead of training with Mr. Hoss like everyone else. And from the information of the Themeise Assistant's gym history, your physical fitness is considered to have passed, initially. So w

Before I could even process the words, he turned on his heel and strode down the hall. "Fantastic," I muttered to myself, scrubbing my hands over my face. "Five minutes to transition from a sleeping ghost to an Olympic athlete." I scrambled out of bed, pulled on the sleek, moisture-wicking athletic gear delivered the night before, and practically tripped over my own feet racing down to the estate's sprawling lower-level outdoor track. When I arrived, Damien and Julian were already waiting.

I had always been obedient. Whatever people told me to do, I did without question. When my wealthy biological parents finally brought me home, my adopted sister leaned close and whispered arrogantly, "I'm the one and only Saunders daughter. If you know what's good for you, leave on your own!" I obediently nodded. Then I turned around and ran straight into the traffic on the highway. My parents nearly lost their minds. They scrambled out of the car and dragged me back, their faces already pale with terror. My brother glared at me and warned in a low voice, "If you keep acting like this, I'll send you back to that hellhole." That night, I obediently locked myself inside a dog crate. When he fo

The wooden dummy cracked beneath the force of my elbow strike, splinters of dust clinging to my sweat-slicked arms. I welcomed the gentle ache in my muscles, the burn in my lungs, anything to keep my thoughts away from Damon. Training was the only place I could disappear, where repetition drowned out his piercing eyes, his sugar-coated words and his feverish touch. But even here, I couldn’t escape him.

They both provided help watching over everyone, evaluating strengths and weaknesses. Friday rolled around and I had hardly seen Atlas, each day brought on added frustration. How could I accept his rejection if he wasn't around? Training occurred Monday-Thursday, giving the three of us Friday off. I spent my Friday morning training in the backyard with Tyra and Dustin. Sweat poured down my back, soaking into my sports bra as I dodged Dustin's brutal kick. Dustin had earned his position as a trainer, that much was clear. I danced out of his way each time, but his speed was impressive for someone his size. Even with the title of trainer, Dustin's fighting was flawed. His punches weren't as stro

But when I saw Asher's devilish smirk, I ran without losing any more seconds. Later that day, I couldn't find anything that I thought I could enroll in. But I couldn't go back to the gym. "What happened? Why didn't you enroll in archery? Did you find something else?" Kathy asked, finally catching up with me. A group of athletes were competing in a 200m race. "No, I am still figuring it out." I sighed, my voice barely above a whisper. "What? You have only a few minutes left! Otherwise, they will put you in the track events as default for all omegas. I mean, practically all runners of our pack are omegas." Kathy exclaimed, raising her hands in disbelief.