Dark thoughts in imprisonment- DRIVE DEV

100 push ups, 100 sit ups, 100 one-legged squats. Every day Kyrian would do the same routines for every 5 hours a day. Slowly but steady growing his muscles to the way how they looked before his 9 month coma.

But now, doing it for 3 months straight, eating un-delicious food. This was the only thing that he could do to make the time pass by. Getting stronger. Working out. Focusing only on breaking out. That was the only thought that he had. That and killing those who brought him here. But only that would only work if he knew what was going on.

He also had some kind of collar on his neck that bothered his breathing by alot, and no matter how hard he tugged at it. The more useless he found it be.
(Kyrian Hayes)
Standing up on his one leg, Kyrian would slowly make his way over towards his bed.

Holding onto the wall, as he hopped along. Only to reach the side of his bed, and with a heavy sigh. He sat down. How much longer would he be here? How long has he been in here. He knew it was longer than a year. But how much longer would it take for him to be released. That is if hes being released at all.

Mindless thoughts would go throughout his mind as he sat there on his bed.

Nothing was going well for him. Krosious abandoned him. Lucas hates his guts, and now hes stuck somewhere he has no possible way how to get out of. He was simply lost. Nothing was left for him. All that he could possibly wait for the mere chance of escaping this hell hole. In that, he would do
(Kyrian Hayes)
It wouldn't take long for Kyrian to cry out. Saying that he needed to use the rest room. But in return. They said nothing. They always did that. It was either that. Or he would get hit for annoying the guards so much.

Lucky this time. It was silence.

But each day that would pass by. Each second that went by. The more hope he lost of someone trying to come and break him out. So he had to be independent. Like his old self. Reliant on himself. All he needed was that one day to come. That one day where he could free himself and bust out of here, and somehow return home. That would be the very day that he would wait for. All he needed to do was wait. Wait for that exact moment to happen. Then he would be free. . .
(Kyrian Hayes)
It wouldn't take long for that 5 hour break to hit.

Pushing himself to a stand, to only fall down infront of himself to land on his palms as he came crashing to the ground.

Kyrian would begin his set of push ups.

Before he would do 25 reps of 4 sets to slowly build himself up to 100 push ups. But now hes been doing it for far to long. To the point where he could just do it in one go. It wouldn't take long for Kyrian to up the amount of works out he does. But in the mean time. He would stick with 100.


(Kyrian Hayes)
'1 minute break' Kyrian would mentally tell himself as he sat down on the floor.

1 minute up

Kyrian would place his back on the floor to start his sit up regime.

' Up. . down. . . up. . . .down. . . up . . .' Kyrian would think as he continued his set.

It wouldn't be long for him to reach his last workout. One-legged squats. This was trouble some for him as he had to balance himself while doing the workout. But he had gotten used to it for some time as he had been doing it for 3 months straight.

And before he knew it, he was down.

"Whew. . . " he said as he hopped his way back to his bed. It wouldn't take long for him to sit down once again.

Atleast the beds were some what better than the cold stone ground
(Kyrian Hayes)
Soon Kyrian would start thinking. As he started at the cell doors and the guards who stood after them.

'Only if one of those guards dared to step in here. I would destroy him within an instint. No . . no. . I'd need to have him as a hostage. That would get me out of here. Possibly. Maybe. . . First I'd need to slow him down, so I'd reach him in time then. . . .' Kyrians mind would go bizzare with ideas and methods which he would do to ensure he wouldn't be stopped in his traces and die to a flawed plan. It had to be flawless so he would have no problem achieveing his goal to escape. But as he thought about it. He had not once tried to use magic. Not once. Which got his mind buzzing. Why hadn't he done so in the first place. He could've easily defeated the guards that dwelled on the outside. But he didn't know of the guards that remained on the outside of this hell hole.

So thats probably why he never tried. But maybe. What if he could somehow use magic to plan his escape. What if that was the way to do it. To get out of here in one piece. . .

That had the be the answer. . .

Magic!
(Kyrian Hayes)