To my relief, Alaine studied her situation and quickly dropped the chain which wrapped around her fist. POOM with a softening thud the dust surrounded the item–engulfing it within its greedily grasp, suffocating its cold and unflinching movement. Alaine stared at the person from above and soon was taken towards the entrance which she entered. I stood and only watched–unable to lend a hand nor try to reveal relief. “So..did she make it?” Dax asked unhesitantly; I thought for a moment before saying, “Tell me..why didn’t I learn about our equipment?” Dax turned his head confused to my question, “What..do you mean? We trained with replicas back at the site all the time..ah but you were…”, almost mumbling under his breath his voice faded and we both looked at each other for a while before turning away. His ‘cough’ excused the past we shouldn’t talk about; “Ahem, anyway…we need to make up a plan before they-” Click. The lock of the door shifted as its rusting hinges appeared three men, all athletically built and scarred. “I heard we got a ‘tagion’ this year but..all I see are weakass bunkies on their last limbs” the tall man in the back dressed in a prominent red color code proudly exclaims his presence. “Well either way, mocha is mocha; cuff the black haired fuck and leave the other”, with a quicken gestured he signal the other two towards me and Dax, the one with burns walked towards me as the other pointed his weaponry at Dax. Looking at the man who was in front of me–his left arm seemed to have been the most wounded part of his body; with most of his skin flared off–the end of his wrist ended with flesh and started with metal. With a creak and clanks–the man lifted his burned arm along with his robotic hand and said, “Ay, if you don’t want your friend's skull smashed in–you better put these on”; his eyes filled with a familiar yet distant emotion he only stared at me with tensity. I didn’t speak–only looked upon my choices and they were clear; I lifted my hands hesitantly and before I knew it–the man fastly cuffed the heavy metal weights onto the bane of my wrists–tightening my possible momentum for escape. “You’re lucky you even get a choice–scumbag” with an intense stare, the man's eyes glared a familiar glint that flickered the tips of my fingers. Without a choice to follow their orders, I walked out of the room along with the three men and soon enough we arrived at the entrance way where all the opponents met defeat. Without the will to go back nor the will to move headstrong ever forward, the joints of my legs trailed along the beaten path which led to the arena.
My eyes flinched at the surprising light; I lifted up my cuffed hands to try and block the light which hindered my sight, but what I saw was the roaring of the crowd; beating of voices which bleed and echoed my ears; the smirking and smiling faces of deranged ignorance. My bones grew with a chill as the crowd cheered and chuckled, laughter and disappointment; the definition of insanity. Voices split my skull and I stood still in shock before a clear and mindful voice shouted, “Linden!”; the voices quieted down as I dulled my senses to better hear her words. Nothing; she spoke only once, exclaiming my name before growing her face into a fright. I only stood without a reaction and said, “A-Alaine-; Ladies and Gentlemen! The final event you’ve all been waiting for! Let us welcome our conqueror or as you all knew him by, our previous champion. Conquering Kendrick!” With that the crowd screamed and cheered; their mountainous roar echoed throughout the arena twice fold–piercing the skies of mud and trampling the grains of the sands. Making a movement with his right arm the crowd went silent before roaring and supporting the ‘devils’ symbol. “Yeah go helms!; Hell yeah long live the devil!" As soon as a silence took over the arena, the loud booming voice announced, “It’s settled! On your marks! Get set!” and before the voice was able to say two letters of the word the man launched himself, “KI-” Twoom! His footsteps were heavy and his smile was sinister. He was about to enjoy my death. With a thunderous but fastened pace his arm reached out to something reflective within the sands and soon a sharp swing striked the brunt of my cuffs, Cling! Sparks flew, within the range of my eye–my concentrated thoughts only found death, “O-Oh..I’m..going to die?” With clean swipes across my chest and the front of my stomach I only embraced the sensation of excruciating pain; but the pain never came only heat. “Don’t go closing your eyes now..” Opening the spaces between my eyes; the bandages across my chest fell onto the gluttonous sands as it revealed the scars hidden within my front. Bullet holes–bullet holes I don’t remember gaining but bullet holes that all seem familiar; I stood, my mind confiscated by...who? I can’t move my body; I can’t think...for myself? Feeling the thoughts of my infested mind I trouble myself of thinking, thinking and thinking and thinking! My eyes blurred still; until a voice cleared me for a second, “LINDEN!” I looked up with a perfect sight and soon a headstrong coming of death based the front of my skull, CRACK!
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