Who: Achilles [Narrative] What: Achilles goes for a run after bad news... When: Tuesday afternoon Where: Park Warning: None
His feet pounded against the pavement, the motion clearing his mind as he whipped around the park. Achilles was fast with swift feet just like his mother. He'd inherited much from her, her looks, her speed and her determination. It was that determination that had pushed Achilles toward the only life he felt comfortable with. He wanted to do more. He'd passed a veteran in the park the day before wheeling around in his chair with a flag posted on the back. It threw Achilles back, to a place where he wanted to lead. He was born to lead men and right now he couldn't even lead himself.
He stopped to catch his breath. It was then that he remembered that morning when he'd gone to his physician for a physical.
"Adrianus," the doctor said throwing down the file. "You're the healthiest and strongest twenty-seven year old I've ever seen. You've got endurance that a fifteen year old could match."
The man paused with a heavy sigh.
"But," he spoke slowly because he knew his patients temper. "I can't okay this. You're tendon is mangled. If I were to okay you going back out into the field as a soldier, one wrong hit and it would take you down. If I were to strip back the skin, that tendon would look like jello. I don't know how you manage to still get by on it, one day I fear you won't even be able to walk on that leg again. Whatever you did the first time, you've crippled yourself."
Another pause.
"I'm sorry, I can't."
With that the man stood with a half-hearted smile before leaving Achilles to himself and a pat to his shoulder.
It wasn't what the blonde wanted to hear.
That pain surged through his leg as crippling as the doctor had said. He pushed himself further each time and in the end would always pay the price for it.