“What are you waiting for? Go catch it. Your training has begun.” Hahn told him.
“s**t!” Fear went running after the wild chicken.
Hahn stared at his student’s back as he ran off into the trees of the mountain top. A smirk formed on his lips and he folded his arms across his chest. It looked like Fear was moving in slow motion. The amount of weight he was carrying was definitely holding him back, but that was the idea. After this exercise, Fear would be moving faster than he’d ever been.
“You better hurry up, Alvin Son, ‘cause that’s for dinner.” Hahn laughed. His laughter then turned to coughing and he placed his hand over his mouth. After his coughing fit he looked to his palm and saw blood. “Shit.” He said, knowing that he was another day closer to death. The cancer was too far along
