The arena

Chapter three

This time when I woke up, Molly was there. But not right next to me like how it was when I fell asleep no, she was lying on top of me, her legs sticking out to the right. She was using me as a pillow. Thank god I am the only other person in this room. I tried waking her up but I might as well be trying to condense air with my bare hands for all the good it did me. So I was stuck in this room. This is just great, so utterly fantastic that I would jump up and dance around like a maniac if I didn't have someone lying on me. That was sarcasm because the truth of the matter is I would rather be watching fights or fighting fights. Man I love fighting, I wonder why. That is a deep thought, trying to understand myself. I wonder why I suddenly out of nowhere have deep thoughts that question existence itself. Too many questions, just too many questions. I looked out the window and saw that the sun was starting to rise. Again I tried to wake the sleeping beauty up, again to no avail. So I laid back and pondered these questions.

When little miss sleepyhead finally woke up she didn't get off me. I asked her politely, not so politely. I tried squeezing out, I tried pushing her off. She just lay there, eyes wide open staring at me struggle. I briefly wondered how much fun she was having but decided I didn't care. After about half an hour of me trying to get out, I finally conceded defeat and sank down into the bed staring back at Molly. After another ten minutes of staring she finally spoke, "You're cute when you struggle". I ignored that comment for the simple fact that I was too tired of this game. I gestured to the window signifying that I wanted to go watch. She responded, "Just a second I need to make you more uncomfortable". I waited and after a second or two she reluctantly, very slowly, got up enough for me to get out. I immediately went to the window to look. Lucky for me the contestants hadn't come out yet. Then on one side of the arena, the entire half turned to ice. And on the other side, the entire other half filled with swords jutting out of the ground. Then the contestants came out. They were both boys. The one with the ice had a full green rat tattoo on his right shoulder. The one who had summoned the swords had a full red skull on his left. They both had a white shirt and jeans that matched the color of their tattoos. Their hair also matched their tattoos. Then the moderator started the countdown, but not before clarifying that this was a fight to the death.

The moderator reached zero, and the two charged. They kept attacking at each other, one using different kinds of weapons at random and the other manipulating ice to try and get the other while he was focused on the actual fighter. This dragged on and on and pretty soon Molly came up to me, probably bored out of her mind, hugged me from behind and rested her head on my right shoulder. I hardly noticed this because I was too focused on the fight. In the back of my mind I realized that I was noting their strategies and thinking on how I could counter them. I was starting to get bored when out of nowhere some of the ice that was placed early on in the fight shot up and pinned the other in place. Then the fighter shot an icicle out of the ground behind him and impaled the other right in the heart. The other fell limp and there was a roar of applause from the crowd.

I looked away from the window, horrified. I knew that there would be battles to the death but I was not prepared for what I saw. I felt like throwing up. I looked back and saw that the body was being buried right where he was killed. The other contestant wasn't there anymore, most likely went to the break room. Then I turned and frantically looked around the room. I know I did this already but I felt like doing it again, and what I saw sent chills down my spine. Or rather what I didn't see, there was a very noticeable lack of doors. My heartbeat picked up. I felt dizzy, I started staggering. Molly let go as I started moving and I collapsed into one of the chairs. I felt sick and ready to vomit. There was no way out. I don't know why I felt this way about a door. It's not like I wanted to leave the arena. I decided to let it go. It was probably just a precaution but it didn't make sense. Unless Molly just teleports me anywhere she wants me to go. More control. I was starting to wonder how much this woman actually controlled by herself. Probably all of it. But it's not like I can do anything about it.