Santi: The Devil's Pioneer

Chapter 30 - Gym Class

“3, 2, 1, run!” The gym instructor shouts from the top of his lungs.

“Is this how you normally torture yourselves on Earth?” I shout, exasperated, stopping in the middle of the track to catch my breath.

As luxurious as this institution was, of course, it was only fitting that they have an Olympic-grade track field. Moreover, I found out it was another cursed way for their teachers to abuse students.

After Emily fetched me from the dark storage room and took me away from the single clue I have had since arriving on Earth, she had given me a pair of gym clothes. Whatever their difference was from normal clothes, I don’t know. But the difference between my demon body and the human body? I knew very well. I was sweating like crazy after having run for fifteen minutes in this gigantic field.

My armpits were sweaty. My back was sweaty. Even my boobs were sweating underneath. It was almost unbearable. Then I see Emily swiftly passing me by, not even dropping a sweat.

The Creator must’ve loved her very much.

I try to run after her and she notices my attempts and slows down, even as the old man whistles furiously. He was another person I had to add to my personal death note notebook.

He constantly pushed us to ‘give one more lap’, ‘one more minute’, ‘last pushup.’ But it was never the end of it. It was like a tunnel to Hell. Never-ending, always dreaded.

“What’s up?” Emily casually asks me as I finally catch up to her speed.

I scrunch my eyebrows seeing her run smoothly and so carefree. It was like she enjoyed running to death.

“How are you so composed? And not sweating?” I yell out. The autumn winds had a weird effect on our voices. They were stronger than usual and drowned out most of our voices.

“Remember how I used to go dancing camp?” I nod. “Well, we also did lots of exercises. Picked up the habit and led an active life. Not too hard, really.”

It’s not hard when you’ve had years of experience. It is very difficult, however, when not one week after turning into a human, human garbage makes you run four miles.

That’s it. I can’t take it anymore. I felt like my heart was about to explode. And not in a good way. Not even in a demonic and evil way. Just the plain human way of exercising too much.

“Hey, new girl!” The gym instructor yells out, calling my attention. I had lied down and spread my arms like a snow angel on the dirt, begging for my heart to stop beating so profusely I felt like a bomb about to go off.

“What?” I hissed back. It was this old bag's fault I felt so shirty in my weird human body.

“No stopping until I say so,” I could hear his voice coming near me, but I ignore it. “You'll get a good amount of detention if you don't get up from there.” He threatens.

“Oh, give me a break.” I roll my eyes and muttered under my breath.

“I said get up!” He screams at me again.

I felt furious and overwhelmed. Everyone was running circles around me. I was the She-Devil. The Queen of Hell. No one should ever question the Queen.

“Hey, dip shirt,” I called out his attention as he hadn’t stopped ranting. Digging through the ground, I take a clump of dirt on my hand, planning to throw it at him.

But before I could, Emily whistles at me. I turn around to see her watching my clutched dirt of hand closely.