Dream ran faster, faster than any other Sleeper. His legs, which had been built from years of scavenging and fighting in the pits of places like the Slaughterhouse against Dormant Beasts, propelled him faster than before.
Dream's breath was ragged, but his strides didn't falter.
The others were still through the corner, when Dream cut wide. His boots kicked the dust as he took the outer edge.
The wind roared in his ears as he surged past the pack, one after another. Their faces blurred — shock, disbelief, and anger as he tore through the
curve and exploded in the final stretch.
"Yeah!" He yelled, punching upwards.
When the finish line came into sight, Dream didn't slow. Instead, he shot across it.
"Whoo!" He shouted, stumbling after crossing the line.
He leaned against his knees with a low chuckle.
The Instructor clicked his stopwatch, "Six minutes, twelve seconds."
His expression was mystified as he glanced at his stopwatch. Such a time was unprecedented, even though those who survived the First Nightmare were stronger when compared to mundane humans.
They still couldn't complete three and a half kilometres in a little over six minutes. But as Dream proved, he was an exception to this rule.
The Instructor looked at him proudly, "After you Awaken, you should consider participating in the Olympics, Dream."
Dream swung his army, grinning. "I'm not planning on competing in the Olympics…. But let's think about it once I beat my bro Bolt's record, okay?"
"Your bro Bolt? Who's that?" The Instructor asked with confusion.
Dream panted, "You don't know Bolt? Usain Bolt." He muttered with a swing of his arm, "Nice work," he said, patting the coach's shoulders.
Saying that, he walked off to the dressing room.
The Instructor chuckled, "This kid."
"..."
Dream sat beside Sunny, waving his half eaten burger in his face. "Did you enjoy the match?"
Sunny paused, holding his spoon some distance away from his mouth. "What do you mean?" He asked furtively.
Dream tilted his head, "Did you forget what your Aspect Ability is? It's alright, everyone gets dementia at some point of their life. Some earlier than others."
Sunny gritted his teeth, "I don't know what you're talking about." He muttered, getting up from the bench.
Dream rose from his place, and quickly closed the distance between them.
He stood in front of him, blocking his path. "Oh come on Sunny, do you take me for a curly haired baboon? Of course I noticed your pathetic attempt at stalking," he stated, taking a bite out of his burger.
"You know how I got to know? That shadow was a midget." He revealed with a grin, "And there's only one midget in this entire Academy — you! I got to say, I didn't expect your shadow to be vertically challenged too."
Sunny glared at him. His expression soured as he gripped his plate tight.
Sunny's gaze flickered up and down as he sized him up, "Are you sure you're an outskirt rat, bastard? Where did you get so much food to get this tall?"
Dream shrugged.
To be honest, even he knew he was an absolute unit of a man.
He stood at 5'11 at 16, had a tall, muscular yet lean build. With a well developed chest, strong arms and calves too.
"That's a secret." He answered with a cheeky smirk.
Sunny brushed past him, looking for another place to sit.
"..."
Dream washed his hands, his expression slowly turning dark. "I thought you'd come sooner." He muttered grimly.
Turning around, he saw five men. Every one of them were members of Caster's clique.
"You know, this isn't personal. It's just that you humiliated our friend. We got to take revenge, you got it?"
Dream raised his head, "Your friend? Or your master?"
"Now listen here you!" One of the five men instantly lunged at him but was held back by the main slave. "Don't lose your cool, that's what he wants."
Dream shook his head.
"No, what I want is to not fight people with mental disorders or is this classified as a slave kink. I really don't know. This is new territory for me. I guess this is new territory for you too, having to suck Caster's dick after all. Tell me, has it bled yet?" He asked with faux curiosity.
"Motherfucker, I'll kill you. Just wait until I get my hands on you..!" The brainless npc threatened.
Dream nodded, "Sorry bro, I'm not gay. And I'll not turn gay just because someone has some power. Unlike you I have a little something called self respect. You might not be familiar with it, it might be foreign concept for you."
He said with a smile before casting his gaze at all of them, seemingly bored.
The lead slave seemed kind of calm even after being dealt such ragebait, but his orgy members seemed to have been slightly ticked off by his words.
Their jaws tightened, and their noses flared up, veins popped out from his forehead as they snarled at him.
"Alright, Brad, Chad, Brody, Steve, and Harriet Tubman," he muttered, pointing at the leader, "Let's start the part where I kick your asses and you start sucking my dick, shall we?" He asked, removing his hood.