~The subject may begin to have cross overs with his other self, sharing thoughts and visions that he did not know that he had~
Ichabod stands on the sidewalk outside of the Parke Facility Stadium. He had filched the key a long time ago from Steve's office. Steve wasn't answering any of Ichy's calls, so Ichy decided to take it upon himself to do his training for Gladiator. As he unlocks the gates, he frowns in dismay as he remembers the alarm.
Aw hell, maybe it'll get Steve out here to talk to me. I don't know what his problem is, but he could at least tell me what the fuck is going on.
Ichabod walks across the center of the stadium to the storeroom on the other side. He opens the door and begins to remove the tackling dummies. He sets them up on his side of the field. He takes off on a jog on the track around the field. After two brisk laps he sprints across the field and tackles one of the dummies. It slides back about eight feet as he tackles it. It groans in pain, remembering that Steve had the dummies specially made with steel bars running in a criss-cross lattice design through the material on the inside. Then he had had them covered with leather reinforced with inch-wide steel strips. Ichabod leaves the dummies where they are and takes off around the track again.
He had called Harzy's number earlier, but he had gotten an answering machine. Ichy left a message for Harzy to call him back or leave a message on his voicemail, but all day had gone by with no response. Ichabod needed to get in touch with him.
After thinking about it, he'd decided that the only way for he and Harzy to be satisfied in beating one another would be for them to train together. Besides, he figured he could find some weaknesses in Harzy that he can exploit at Gladiator. Ichabod was the more experienced one, and he knew that after working the ring with Harzy, he would have a sure shot at taking him out of the comepetition and moving up to Brimstone to take his rightful place as World Champion.
I'm sure Chad would appreciate the chance to train with one of the greats anyway.
Ichabod cuts across the field again. As he does his head begins to pound. The pain becomes so sharp, he can't see, and everything swims before him. He nearly stumbles, only to look back up in sudden determination. His eyes have changed to black again. He increases his speed, head jerking from left to right in search of a victim. With none in sight, his mind races thinking of sudden names that he has no idea who they are. And one stands out, one that he neither recognizes nor remembers, but it stands out all the same. He knows he has to find out who this name stands for, and soon. He begins to kick up grass as he runs hard for the tackling dummies. As his mind races more and more, a face swims into view in front of his eyes. The face perhaps of this B-Pac. And this B-Pac is standing with Selena, in what seems like an arena, on a date that is a few weeks back. WITH SELENA! Ichabod runs full force at the dummy and slams into it with his full weight, snapping the entire body of it off its stand. He stands staring at the mess.
B-Pac huh? I have a feeling you and I will be meeting very soon. I hope you are ready.
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