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Time skip one day from last chapter. They didn't really do much the next day, just sharpened their weapons, since everyone can bring two weapons that will be randomly placed somewhere in the Games.
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Michael's POV
*Sigh*
This was the day. Sure, I had been in these games multiple times before, but each time it was "new and exciting" as the government would put it. New landscape, new challenges, new ways they would mess with your head and make you wish you died as soon as the you stepped out of the pod. Friends turned, families slaughtered each other, brothers duelled and sisters bickered. That little part of you that you keep locked behind a cage inside of you finds the key and you suddenly become a moral-less monster.
Me, Dats, Eliza and Jamen step out of the carriage that we came here in and as we walk inside, we confirm that we have no better alternatives to our "wing it" strategy. We reach the giant ivory doors that are the entrance way to the humongous pearly white building made of marble and stained glass. We walk inside and find the room that we were designated the day before, room 24, and sit down on the large red couch that looked like it had been taken out of a 50's diner. (Think of Hungry Jack's, or Burger King if you are in America) we talked a little longer, mostly about weapons and dragons, but then an announcement boomed through the building. "Attention all participants! These Games will have an unusual twist! If you die, your sorry *ss is coming back to kill everyone you ever loved that is still alive. And possibly some of them that aren't." Loki announced, his glee obvious, even through the microphone and speakers.
That was interesting. Usually they just had poison gas in a certain area or lit random people on fire. Mutations. I smirked as I realised that the game planner had been reading too many books.
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Time skip an hour, as I have NO idea how to fill that in. I mean, what would you do if you were an hour off being put in a death game?
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We smiled weak smiles at each other as four long tubes appeared in the four corners of the room. As I walked to the tube that I had used since I was 10, I took some time to look at the white walls and the single decoration on them. A painting of the four of us that had been put there when we had been forced in here for the first time, a few thousand years ago.
We stepped into one of the three tubes, Eliza in the purple one, which matched her purple jumper and jeans, Dats into the cream one, which matched his cream pants/top look, Jamen into the blue one and me into the grey one.
We knew that we would be put into a arena with a crowd of mortal people hungry for ichor to be spilled from those that had it and blood from the rest of us watching every single one of our moves.
Teleporting down was probably disorientating to most, but me and Dats, at the very least, were enjoying the feeling of moving faster than anything could move or detect, the exhilarating feeling of moving at what was likely somewhere past 1.2 million miles per second, a feeling that very few Gods, let alone humans, would feel.
Suddenly, the feeling is cut shirt as I land in a familiar looking pod made of a purple-black substance that I knew we couldn't break, no matter what we did. Other than my reality field, but then that would just mean me dying early, which was undesirable.
I try to look out the front of the pod, which was made of a bulletproof glass that would remove itself from existence as soon as the starting whistle was blown. I couldn't see anyone except for Jamen, who was three over from me.
We can see a man in a red trench coat and a grey hoodie descend down from the top of the dome he stops mid-air and speaks into a microphone in a voice that doesn't even sound like it came from a living thing. "Welcome, Mortals and participants, to our little game. Now, I would tell you what areas there are an all of that boring stuff, but then I'd be a brochure. The geniuses among you can figure it out for yourselves." He spoke clearly into the microphone and said this with finality as he warped out of reality and left the arena and the starting whistle was blown.
We all run somewhere. I see some run for the forested area behind me, some for the middle and some are running at other people with blood thirsty looks in their eyes. I heard a man getting pushed over and a woosh of fire and a deafening scream as a cannon goes off. I run faster to the middle as I hear someone behind me, gaining speed on the flat dirt and grass between me and them and as I reach a chest, I fling it open, dart to the side, dodging the person who had jumped for my back, grab the sword in the chest and swing it into the head of the poor sod that tried to jump on me. I look down to see a child in a blue jumper, now stained with the golden ichor that was now coming out of her head by the gallon, an expression of extreme pain frozen on her face and I see the blue spike of water that was intended to end up in my skull dissipate into nothing and splash onto the ground. I can only take a second to mourn her death as I see the reflection of a man with a sword like the one I now have in his hands by the irises of her eyes which are now draining of all life.
I decide that now would be a good time to do a little trick I had planned. I quickly dart my head around as the other man is charging at me to find Dats nodding at me, realising what I intend to do with his future sight.
I backflip away from my attacker and suddenly the entire middle up to the border of each of the different areas is now grey, along with the people in it, who are now locked down with gravity. I smile at the now scared man who still had his sword up over his t-shirt as he is crushed into nothing. By the time I look up, everyone else is either being crushed by the earth, has a slit throat or is already dead as Dats dusts off his hands and 5 cannon shots resound through the arena within the space of 2 seconds.
Now we just need to find Jamen, who had ran off with Eliza into the polar sector.
I floated down to the floor, now tired, as Dats rushed over to me and picked me up. You see, usually I could do that all day, but in the Games, you could only use your powers for a certain time or you would collapse from exhaustion. This was so people like me couldn't just kill the entire arena in a few seconds. And, of course, because I'm me, I can only use my powers for about 20 seconds before fainting.
As we run towards the polar sector as fast as we can, I feel myself being dragged down as Dats collapses with blood coming out of his left thigh, which now has a arrow lodged in it and before I can react, I see an identical arrow being stuck in my right thigh. My body choruses in pain as I feel my rib being pierced by the arrow, the peice of steel on a stick lodging itself and its barbed edges into me.
I brace for the pain of being crushed down to molecules and being reborn, but instead I feel my eyes getting heavier as I see a thing with the limp bodies of a familiar guy and girl slung over his shoulders. It reaches out for my waist before my eyes close and I feel myself slipping into darkness...
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So, hi. Wow, I managed to mess up the start of the Games.... Good job me!
That's all I can think of writing here.
Bye!