Slaughter Games

Every year, for human entertainment, multiple people are thrown into a large arena, similar to that of a colosseum, and are forced to murder each other. By now, human have advanced so much, they can simply materialize their weapons. There are all sorts of crazy as hell weapons nowadays. There is a handful of people chosen each year, roughly twenty, and my father has been one of those chosen few before, and had been murdered years past. I live with my mother, as I had just got out of high school, and was preparing to search for a home. I intended to work in a smaller city where there wasn’t much noise, they also didn’t really look at the smaller cities when picking people to murder each other. They don’t care about your gender or your ability to fight, they only care about how old you are. If you’re under eighteen, they won’t pick you. If you’re older than sixty, they won’t pick you. Anywhere between is just fine. They don’t have any specific system to picking the people. In other words, if you’re picked, it was by complete random chance. Of course, everyone is separated by city, so they don’t pick from smaller cities that often. Everyday, I go to look in the mail to make sure I haven’t been chosen. And by far, it would seem that I haven’t been, which is rather surprising to me. However, I’m sure it’ll happen soon.

The next morning, I awoke and immediately got up. Today was the day that I was to begin heading out to a new city, so I was prepared to go. I had also heard that there is only one last person who is to be chosen to go into the Slaughter Games. I walked into the bathroom which had been attached to my room, undressed, and got into the shower, bathing in the hot water for only a few minutes. Shortly after, I got out, dried off, and went to get some new clothes. Quickly, I put them on, went back into the bathroom and brushed my hair and teeth. I haven’t really thought that being “presentable” was all that important, unless it’s for an interview or at a formal meeting, so I always dressed rather casually. Some people would even go to say I look a bit delinquent-esque. I looked out the window for a moment and saw that there were few people, as always. I made my way downstairs and turned a corner, which lead to a small hallway to the dining room. I walked through the hall and saw my mother sitting at the table, looking rather upset. I walked over to her and placed my hands on the table, looking at the papers on the table. She looked up to me and simply looked back down to the papers. When I examined them more, I noticed they were from the capitol building. I quickly snatched one of the papers and started looking over it. As I got deeper into the text, the worse and worse I felt. Soon, I began to feel terrified. On the day of my leaving, I was chosen to go to the Slaughter Games.

I was given no time at all to do anything else. A black car was already out front, a large, bald man in a black suit and sunglasses standing at the back door. It looked like some fancy Sedan, but what do I know about cars? Slowly, and frightened, I took steps to the car, only inching along. I imagine this is how near everyone felt once they’d been chosen and noticed the car. I know nothing about fighting, not in the least. My father did make it to the last six, then died, but he had been serving as a Guardsman for years. He was extremely talented, as well, so that only frightens me more knowing he didn’t survive. The door was wide open, so I climbed in and sat down. Once I’d gotten in, I noticed a man sitting next to me. There was only a grin on his face. His eyes weren’t even opened. He wore a black suit along with some fancy hat. His hair had been dyed a dark blue, as well as it reached down to his upper back.

“Welcome, Scion Broads,” he said.

“Thank you,” I was slightly unsure how to respond, so I simply said that.

“As you know, every year, we hold a ceremony known as the Slaughter Games,” he said, that demented grin still on his face, “It would seem you were one of the chosen few. How unfortunate, as your father had been chosen, as well. At this rate, perhaps your entire family will end up getting chosen, even that elder sister of yours who had been hidden from us for so many years.” Once he had mentioned my sister, I was upset.

“Why do you know about my sister?” I burst in rage.

“Now, calm down, boy. Did you truly expect us not to find out? She had been exposed a few years ago, actually. No one can escape our eyes,” though it would seem I got furious, that demented smile remained. He really pissed me off.

“Just leave the rest of my family alone,” I said.

“Perhaps we’ll select your mother, should we?” he said, now trying to make me angry. Instead of saying anything more, I lunged a hand at his throat, but it went right through. Static appeared once my hand went through.

“What the hell?” I said.

“Did you really expect me to come to you with my physical body?” he said, laughing almost maniacally, “In fact, all of this has been pre-recorded just for you.”

“What do you mean?” I said.

“I knew exactly what you’d say, so I pre-recorded it,” he said, “In fact, you’re about to say ‘But that’s impossible,” aren’t you?”

“Stop screwing with my head,” I shouted.

“Sorry, but I have no more time, see you at the Games, boy,” he said. The hologram disappeared and a voice recorder was sitting on the seat next to me, along with a projector. Something about that man suddenly frightened me. By now, we’d been driving for a few minutes and the large building was already in sight. These games would be televised and there would be people at the building, watching us. The closer we got, the more discomforted I was.

Soon, we pulled into a garage-like place, parking between two lines along with many other black cars. The door next to me opened and I got out, the bald man standing there. When I looked around, I noticed two other men in suits and sunglasses standing near a door. We walked over to the door and went in. Looking around, it looked like some sort of fancy laboratory, but I couldn’t make out what it really was. A man in a white lab coat walked over to me and handed me a round object with a picture on it. On it was a scythe, but I was unsure what to do with the small object. I examined it, making sure there was nothing strange on it or about it. However, everything about it felt strange. I looked up to the man in the lab coat and he made a gesture of putting an object in his mouth. I assumed he wanted me to eat the small object, and so I did. I placed it in my mouth and it was sweet. I chewed into it and then swallowed it. I felt no different than any other time in my life, though. I turned to the man in the lab coat who then clapped and held his hands in the form of holding a pole. I clapped and followed what he did. I noticed something materializing in my hands. First, a long pole, then some fancy curved blade on the end of it. A scythe.

“Now that I know that, how do I get rid of it,” I said.

“Just clap again,” he said. It would seem that clapping is the key to equipping or unequipping a weapon. I clapped again and the scythe dematerialized. I was forced to follow the bald man into another room, where multiple people were. There were nineteen others, all in which were dressed differently and were of different personalities. The bald man then left the room. There were five other men in suits and sunglasses here, all standing tall. I looked around and noticed that the room was very fancy, with soft, red velvet chairs and couches and a floor made of marble with some fancy design. In the center of the room was a large glass table. I looked around and noticed the people sitting around. Three of them looked like delinquents, four of them looked like nobles, and the rest looked like your everyday citizens. Two of the delinquent-like people were small and a bit scrawny. One sat in one of the chairs, his legs hanging off the arm of it. The other scrawny one was standing next to the other delinquent-looking guy, who was large and muscular with a few piercings and tattoos, along with a scar along his face and on his left arm. Those two seemed to be talking about something, but I was unsure about what. The group of nobles were all sitting near each other, talking to each other. There were two females and two males in that group. The rest of the people were scattered about, all of different age groups and genders. Some looked frightened, others were enjoying possibly their last day alive. It would seem that the five men in suits were pretty much letting us do whatever we want, so long we didn’t attack or harm anyone in here. However, when I looked in one corner, I noticed someone sitting there, fidgeting with something. It was in a dark corner and he looked crazy. Every so often, I could hear strange laughter coming from him. It was quiet, but it was still audible enough to be heard. It only frightened me so much more.

I could only wonder how some of these people could be so calm in a situation like this. However, from most people’s perspective, I imagine they see me as calm. I walked over and took a seat, waiting for something to happen. I looked around and noticed someone who looked energetic, trying to make friends with the people. However, he kept getting shoved away, completely ignored. I didn’t understand people like him, people who were probably going to die, yet could still smile and be so energetic. At some point, he even tried to communicate with the nobles, but was turned down completely. He looked around, looking for even one more person to talk to. It looked like he was avoiding the delinquents and the crazy person in the corner. Soon, he spotted me and quickly hurried to me. I sort of wanted to avoid communication with anyone I’d have to be fighting against, as I didn’t want to make friends with anyone I’d be killing.

“Hey you, you just arrive, didn’t you?” he had a strong accent, one that gave off a more eastern feel.

“Yeah,” I said.

“Nice, so where’d you come from?” he said, smiling and sitting on the arm of the chair I was in.

“From here in the city,” I said.

“It’s a nice city, I’ll say. I spent a few days here before everyone was gathered here,” he held his hand out, “Name’s Quinto Harbringer, yours?”

“Scion Broads,” I shook his hand, him giving a vigorous shake.

“Broads?” he said, “You mean like Ethan Broads, the Guardsman?”

“Yes, he was my father,” I said.

“That’s awesome! So I’ll get to fight against Broads’ son,” he said, “Honestly, I’m terrified.” He sure didn’t look it or sound it.

“Right,” I said.

“So, what kind of weapon did you get?” he asked.

“A scythe,” I said.

“You know, I think a scythe is the best weapon here. You can use both the pole and a long blade to take down your opponents,” he said.

“What about a spear?” I asked.

“Sure, they have a pole, but the tip is short and it doesn’t curve out like a scythe,” he said, “Sadly, I got daggers, but I can deal with it.” In my eyes, he looked fit for daggers, considering his small size and how speedily he got over to me.

“Contestants, the games are about to start, please make your way to the next room,” a voice came on and then a door opened. We all walked in, finding twenty discolored ground parts, Likely trap floors.

“The hell are we supposed to do here?” the muscular delinquent said.

“Please, stand on the trap doors,” the voice came on again. Everyone walked over and stood on a trap door. I was on the last one while Quinto stood on the next one over. Next to him, one of the younger noble females. Soon, we all fell through a tunnel which completely caught me off-guard, startling me. Once I noticed it was nothing particular, I calmed down. Soon, and slowly, I came to a stop. I stood up, finding myself in a small room with multiple monitors and a lift in the center of the room. I walked over and sat down at a chair in front of the monitors. Each one was a different angle of the area we’d be fighting in. Even when we weren’t fighting, we’d have to see people be slaughtered.

I sat there, waiting for the man to come on again and tell us what to do. I watched as the sand stood still on the arena floor. The crowds just sat in their seats, waiting for something to happen. It had been as if time were still, as if this were just some nightmare. However, it was all real. There was no doubt about it. The ones slaughtered here today will be dead, never to come back. While looking at the arena, I noticed multiple doors, all probably where we’d come out from. I stood up, clapping and holding my hands out, letting the scythe materialize in my hands. It was much lighter than I expected even though it looked heavily decorated. It had been as if it were made of styrofoam. I clapped again and the scythe dematerialized.

“Welcome to the annual Slaughter Games, here for your entertainment. Today, we have gathered twenty people, all who were fairly young, surprisingly. One of those few people is Scion Broads, son of Ethan Broads, one of the few former Guardsmen who had came sixth in last year’s Slaughter Games. He was quite the talented individual, must I say. However, this year is much different. Let us see how these members play,” he said, “To begin, Yuogi Kagataki and Nathan Young will be our first to fight. A bow verses a blade, let us see who comes out on top.” I could hear the sound of machinery as I watched the monitors. I noticed two of the twenty doors open and out came the two who were mentioned. Yuogi was a small person, a bow in his hands. Nathan was the muscular delinquent, a large blade in his hands.

“Now this is more like it,” I could hear Nathan talking, without delay. It sounded almost as if he were in the room with me.

“You may begin,” the voice came on and said. I watched as the two stood across from each other. Yuogi held his bow, an arrow already prepared. He lifted his bow and fired the arrow, but it fell short, and plunged into the sand. Nathan took heavy, slow steps towards Yuogi, laughing at Yuogi’s attempt to hit Nathan. Yuogi only slowly backed away, firing arrows which continued to fall short. Nathan came closer to Yuogi, his blade ready to drink his blood. Soon, Yuogi’s back hit the wall behind him. At that point, the large man went barrelling towards him. He rose his blade and down it came, cutting halfway through Yuogi’s left arm. Yuogi shrieked out in pain, falling to his knees and his other arm on his shoulder. His bow fell in front of him. His left arm was completely limp, which looked disgusting to me. Nathan pulled his blade out of the wall and looked down at Yuogi, saying words that were unable to be caught by the microphone on the camera. Then, Nathan plunged the probably two-foot wide blade into Yuogi’s chest, soon tearing it out of him, watching him fall soundlessly. He clapped and his blade disappeared. He walked back to the now-opened door and entered, vanishing from view.

I was disgusted by the battle, all the blood. They cleaned the arena for the next battle. It seemed two people came out and hauled his body away, along with the bloodied sand. They then refilled the location with more sand. I felt as if I were about to vomit, but knew I’d have to kill someone soon, as well. Considering I had no fighting ability whatsoever, I’d have to watch them and learn from their actions. Soon, two more were called. Again, two people I didn’t know. One of them, however, was a noble, while the other was one of the scrawny delinquents. The noble had a thin blade, a rapier. Then delinquent had a spear. Soon, they were given the go and walked forward, towards each other. The noble held the rapier with one hand, the other hand behind them. The delinquent held the spear with both hands, pointed directly at the noble. Once they got close enough, the delinquent jabbed the spear at the noble, but the noble dodged it easily. The noble then jabbed the rapier at the delinquent’s shoulder, which penetrated it and then pulled out quickly. The delinquent was visibly hurting, but didn’t make a sound. He only continued to jab his spear at the noble to no avail. The noble continued to stab the delinquent, slowly making him bleed. Soon, the delinquent couldn’t take another stab and dropped to the ground, his spear on the ground, as well. Though he was on the ground, he was still alive. The noble walked over and plunged their blade into the delinquents throat, ending his life. The noble clapped and the rapier dematerialized. They then walked back to the doors and, like the large delinquent, disappeared from view. Again, the body was cleaned as well as the sand.

As the intervals between each battle were somewhat lengthy, I practiced in using my scythe. There wasn’t much to do, but I continued to practice, over and over until another name was called. And soon, two more names were called, one of them being Quinto. Again, two doors opened and the two people came out. Quinto held two daggers in his hands, each which had chains attached to them. The other person, a person I’ve not seen once, held a sawblade in his hands. Soon, they were also given the go. The person with the sawblade ran forward, but Quinto tossed the dagger directly at the person, which stabbed into their leg. Quinto then used the person’s back to jump onto and jump off of, behind him. He pulled the chain, which caused the person to flip onto the ground, his head landing directly onto the sawblade, which had very quickly torn his head to bits. Possibly the quickest battle yet. Quinto returned to the doors and, like the others, vanished from view. The cleanup this time took a bit more time, considering there were quite a few bits of his head. Soon, they finished and the arena looked like it had before.

“Next, we have Emile De’Monia and Scion Broads,” my name had finally been called to fight against, presumably, one of the nobles. I’m sure there are people who are placing bets on who’ll win, and I’m sure most of them are voting for Emile. I walked over, standing in the center of the lift. I clapped and held my hands out, waiting for my scythe to appear. Soon, I was in a dark room, a large door in front of me. Soon, I heard it opening, creaking heavily. I stepped out into the sand, Emile standing across from me.

“You may begin,” the voice spoke out loud. The person was definitely a noble, holding two daggers in hand, both with chains hanging from them. It wasn’t just a noble, but a female noble, which discomforted me even more. They tossed one of the daggers at me. I lifted the scythe and, luckily enough it hit the scythe. However, it wrapped around the scythe. She pulled the chain and began dragging me towards her. She also took steps to get closer to me. Once she was close enough to stab me, she tried to do so. However, I rotated the scythe, since it was still free to move, and slammed the pole into her wrist, causing her to drop the dagger.

“Please, stop this, we don’t have to fight,” I said.

“But it is what we must do,” she said, kicking the dagger up back into her hand. I clapped and my scythe dematerialized. I clapped again and it reappeared in my hands. I swung the scythe horizontally, but she jumped back before it hit her. I lifted the scythe like a spear and tossed it at her, something she hadn’t expected. The blunt end of the blade hit her and caused her to fall back. I ran over and picked up my scythe, holding the tip to her neck.

“If it is what we must, then I suppose it cannot be stopped,” I said, lifting the scythe and slicing across her neck, watching has only a thin bit of skin remained on her neck. The blood poured from her neck, creating a huge mess of blood. I turned and clapped, watching my scythe slowly dematerialize.

I was soon back in the monitoring room, watching yet another fight. Two fights have passed since I killed the noble. This time, it was a male noble and another person. The noble had a scythe and the other had a bow. Both of them looked very talented, as this battle was lasting longer than anticipated. The one with the bow seemed to be strong, perhaps even a hunter. The noble was almost perfectly fit for the scythe, as if he’d been training with a scythe for years now. However, it ended with the noble’s scythe piercing the other man’s chest. The blood simply left his body, leaving him pale and empty. Soon, I heard two more names. I didn’t know either one, but when they came out, I noticed the one who had been in the dark corner now standing there. His clothes were torn and his hair was a mess. His skin had also been very pale. The other person was the last of the two scrawny delinquents. The delinquent held a blade while the crazy man held nothing. Soon, it stated that they both may begin. The delinquent ran forward, but the crazy man had rushed forward, slamming his head right into the delinquent’s gut, possibly bursting it at such speed. He then sat on top of the delinquent and started to tear apart the man’s face with his bare hands. Flesh was being flung everywhere, along with bits and pieces of bones and brains. Hair and and eyeball lay on the floor, the hair stuck to the eyeball. There were two of the men in suits carrying the crazy man away. Once he’d been carried out, there had been nothing left of the delinquent’s head that was attached to his body anymore. All of his head lay strewn across the arena.

There should only be twelve of us left, four total of who have not yet fought. However, after a few minutes of cleanup from the previous fight, two people had been called and two people, one female, one male, had appeared on the arena. They both had the same last name, so they were presumably siblings. Once the signal to start came on, none of the two moved. One held daggers and the other held a spear, but no one moved. They then repeated that they must fight. However, none of the two moved, even still. Soon, a door opened and one of the men in a suit came out. I noticed a handgun materialize in his hands, even without clapping. He walked over to the woman and wrapped one of his arms around her, the handgun to her head. I noticed his lips moving, but heard nothing. The man stood, suddenly prepared to attack. He held his spear, aimed forward. However, he did not move. Then, a loud boom rang out. Simply, the woman’s body fell limp. The man in the suit let her go and her body fell. The man screamed out, dropping his spear. Two more men came out behind him, carried him backwards, and tossed him into the door. It was definitely unexpected that such a thing would have happened.

The last two who hadn’t fought were called out and went at it for a long time, exchanging cuts. Each one had a different blade. However, it ended in one of them cutting off the other’s arm, then his head. Simply, the head rolled, the blood following behind it. Soon, it was announced that intermission was commencing. We were brought back to that small room that all twenty of us sat in, the one with the red velvet chairs and the five men, who were still there, similar to statues. The crazy man sat in the corner still, this time heavily bloodied. The other few had taken a shower and got most of the blood off. One female noble was still alive with one of the male nobles. The muscular delinquent just stood, staring out the window at the arena. Quinto just sat joyously in one of the red velvet chairs. The other few that were left, the other four excluding me, sat, looking heavily depressed, especially the one whose sister was murdered in front of him. However, unexpectedly, the lights went out and the window suddenly closed. It was intensely dark in the room. Even the men in suits began to panic, as I could hear their voices. I noticed a clap, then a flash. It was in the figure of a set of daggers. I heard the sound of skin being penetrated by blades. Soon, the emergency lights came on and I saw that the five guards were no longer standing. Rather, they had been slaughtered. Near one of their corpses stood Quinto, his two daggers in hand and bloodied. He clapped and they disappeared. He turned to me and for just a split second, I noticed a heavy facial expression. However, he turned back to his joyous self.

“Now that they’re out of the way, we can make an escape,” he said, throwing a thumbs up at me. He looked around, and so did everyone else, but there were no doors to escape from that were unlocked.

“Looks like we’ll have to make our own exit,” I said, but it seemed almost hopeless to get through anywhere.

“Leave it to me,” the large delinquent placed his hand on my shoulder and walked past me to where two of the guards lay. There was a door there, but there was no handle. He clapped and his large blade appeared in his hand. He swung his blade vertically at the door, causing it to tear in half. The door wasn’t made of metal or anything. Rather, it was painted wood, made to seem as if it were metal. He clapped and kicked the rest of the door down, going through. The rest of us followed, except the crazy man in the corner.

Once we got through, we saw a huge factory-like place. There were people running back and forth, likely trying to see what happened about the power. However, one of them noticed us and alerted all the other people. There were several guards that ran over, all holding some sort of weapon. I clapped, my scythe in my hands. The other few with us had also clapped, their weapons appearing in hand. The first to run forward was the one who lost his sister due to one of the guards. He plunged his spear into one of their abdomen, then pulled it out and continued to stab furiously. Soon after, the rest of us went towards the guards. Quinto had been slicing through them as if they’d been nothing at all. Nathan hardly even struggled, simply overpowering them with his brute strength. I was in a bit of a troublesome position, but still made it through. One of the few on our side died. It wasn’t any of the nobles, nor had it been that brother, Nathan, or Quinto. It was just one of the other people who I didn’t know. Soon, all of the guards had been killed, and so we continued forward, looking for a door to further our escape. Eventually, one of us found a door and we went through it, finding ourselves in a wide open space with a single person standing there. He had pale skin, messy hair, and a bloodied body. It was the crazy man from the room. Without second thought, he jumped, immediately towards me. In that moment, he caught me off-guard, but I noticed a giant blade in front of me. The crazy man ended up grabbing hold of the blade instead. Nathan had saved me. He slung his sword, causing him to fly off the blade and slam into one of the walls. He got back up and immediately charged again. Nathan was prepared to strike, but Quinto ran into the man, shoving him.

“Go, I’ll remain here,” he shouted at us. We all stood there for just a moment before registering. However, Nathan picked me up and put me back onto my feet, patting my back and jogging towards the door. He kicked it in and went through, as did the others. I looked back, noticing Quinto and the crazy man’s insane speed. I was becoming worried, perhaps he would die like the other man.

We ran through halls, finding guards around almost every corner. However, since there were so few, they were killed in mere seconds. Nathan had sliced nearly all of them in two. We ran past all the bodies which lay immobile on the floor. It would seem we were nearing the exit of the place, as I could see light beneath one of the doors. We were almost free, just a shove of the door and we’d be long gone. I heard the sound of a heavy boot against metal and the brightness stung my eyes. Once my eyes adjusted, I noticed what had happened. All those guards were meant to slow us down for this preparation. There were hundreds of guards, all holding weapons. There was a single man who stood out, one standing there in a black suit, a fancy hat, and long, dark blue hair that reached to his upper back. He didn’t have a weapon with him. Like the hologram in the car that brought me here, his eyes were closed and he wore a huge grin.

“Good work, Scion,” he said, “You made short of my men. But how do you think you will fare against one hundred of them?” He continued to smile, looking more sadistic than before. His maniacal laugh was loathsome.

“So, Scion, how do you expect us to get around this?” Nathan said without looking at me. He looked troubled. I noticed the men walking forward slowly.

“We’ll just have to hold off as long as we can. We can’t back down now that we’ve gotten this far,” I said, preparing to strike.

“Guess you’re right,” he said, chuckling a bit. He walked forward and met the guards, swinging his large sword horizontally, slicing deep cuts into them, taking out a large few of them. The rest of us had also began cutting our way through the guards.

Quickly, the few people I didn’t know and the male noble were killed. Of the ones who were left, there was one female noble, Nathan, and me. Hopefully, Quinto survived against the maniac. However, just then, when we could have used help the most, the door behind us burst open. I looked over and noticed Quinto practically flying through the air. He cut away at the guards, not lying even a single foot on the ground. Soon, the guards were dwindled to only a few left. I looked over to the man in the fancy hat, who was now fretting. It would seem his plans are being spoiled. Quickly, and easily by now, the guards had all fallen. All that was left was the man in the hat.

“Oh my,” he said, looking dissatisfied, “Seems that you have depleted my forces. You are much different than anyone before, you know that?”

“Shut your damned mouth,” Nathan shouted.

“Oh, so scary,” he said.

“We’ve got you in a knot, yet you still act as if this is some joke?” I said, “Give up already.”

“You have me in a knot?” he said, suddenly smiling again, “Oh, but you’re sorely mistaken.” Abruptly interrupting the conversation, multiple swords began to materialize around us. He held a thin blade, one that looked as if it would snap if any pressure at all had been applied.

“What is this?” Nathan said, looking a bit panicked.

“Don’t worry about the swords,” Quinto said, “All you need to do is remove the source and they will disappear.” He charged towards the man in the fancy hat, but the man dodged easily.

“Whoops,” he said, “Guess I moved.” Quinto continued to attack, each one not landing. Suddenly, out of nowhere, Quinto had dozens of cuts all over his body. He soon fell to his knees.

“What the hell was that?” he said.

“Perhaps if you pay attention not only to me, but my blade, as well, you would know,” he said. Without warning, I charged forward, swinging my scythe down, he moved and I noticed a slight spark. My blade hit his. I shoved mine forward, as if it were a spear, but he stepped back. However, before stopping, I let go, causing my scythe to ram his stomach. He fell backwards onto the ground.

“Nathan, now!’ I shouted. Nathan ran over and swung his large blade high overhead, then slammed down, the two-foot wide blade planting into the man’s stomach. The man flinched a bit, grabbing hold of Nathan’s blade. He just laughed a bit and slowly laid his head down, dying off. Even in death, he wore a giant grin, one that I hated. I clapped and watched my scythe disappear. I looked towards the sun, but something was different than usual. It was the same place I had always been, the same city, the same sky, the same grass. But something was different. There was a sense of freedom, but there had also been a sense of grave depression. I looked around me and noticed all the bodies, all the blood, all on the grass, in the dirt. Even those of the people who had been fighting alongside us. The last to remain were just me, Nathan, Quinto, and the noble woman, who I still do not know.

“You, what is your name?” I turned to her, waiting for a response.

“Catherine Alexander,” she said. I nodded my head and held my hand out. She grabbed hold of my hand and I shook it.

“Scion Broads, a pleasure to meet you,” I said. She just nodded.

“What are you doing now, hitting on girls?” Quinto said jokingly.

“What? Not even, especially not after killing so many people,” I said. Though it may not seem like the Slaughter Games affected me or Quinto, it certainly did. In the end, I returned home my mother most definitely glad to see me. My sister even had returned just to see me. This is most definitely an experience I won’t forget.

Impressum

Tag der Veröffentlichung: 14.12.2016

Alle Rechte vorbehalten