Until death

Synopsis.
"Good morning ladies and gentlemen. I welcome you all to our brand-new world. A world where the last man standing will be given extra treatment." I heard the commentator's voice which was carried throughout the arena ground with the help of a speaker, followed by the loud roaring of the crowds. 

"Idiotic and fools, they never get tired of shouting." I mumbled under my breath.

One of the soldiers yelling behind me said, "Hey you!" I heard one of the soldiers yelling behind me. I knew he was referring to me, but who cares? 

"What did you just say?" He yells louder again, attracting the attention of the other 3 soldiers and the rest of the kids in front of me. 

"Go and ask your little motherfucker." I replied to him nonchalantly. He raised his hand up to whip me, but I stepped aside. With immediate effect, I unsheathed his knife and placed it on his throat. I could see the rest of the soldiers trying to cock their guns.

 "Take a single step, and I won't hesitate to slice his throat." I growled in a dangerous tone. They know me better than to dare my order, and they know I won't hesitate to do as I say. They lowered their guns and started pleading with their eyes. All around me, the rest of the little kids, about 10 in number, started to giggle softly, which made the soldiers bend their heads in disgrace. I am sure those stupid kids would have run for their lives if they known what awaited them in the arena ground? The soldiers look at me in anger and fury, but they can't defy my orders. I released the man and pushed him, making him stumble towards the rest of the men. 

 "We lost some of our vicious players yesterday," I heard the commentator continue. "5 minutes of silence for them."

"I am getting tired of your stupid game," I grumble, making sure the soldiers heard me. Just when I was about to take my seat, the commentator continued his speech. 

"We lost Becky Ham's, Chris Woods, and Maya Sunshine in yesterday's battle. May their fu

UNTIL DEATH

I did maelstrom skills, my body spinning in the air like a rotating prom, the earth and wind on my rump stimulating me forward. My right hand is now blazing with fire, while my left fist is folded with rock. Letting out a great battle cry, I whack at one of the first men that Reed called "shadow black beings." I don't care whether they are Shadow Black or not. I don't care whether they can perform black magic like a necromancer or be more powerful than them. All I know is that I am ready to step into this sparkling portal, and no one can stop me.﻿ 


The shadow black