The Zodiac Games

Get Yourself Ready... Or Not

PISCES P.O.V  ♓

It was 27 April, or so I assume because they OBVIOUSLY didn't give me a watch or anything to check the time and date! They should really stop doing that. It's driving me nuts, not knowing how long it has been in this place. I missed home already. I wanted to go back... I wondered if my mom had been notified of my disappearance just yet. Was she at home panicking, praying at the altar for my safety?

The image of her kneeling on the ground made my stomach churn uncomfortably. I didn't want to make her feel so anxious. But I didn't have a choice. I was forced against my will. I couldn't leave...

The guards were leading me out of my cell and to a Preparation Room, or so they said. I hope it is a Preparation Room and not a.... Execution Room. I wouldn't know what to do if it was. I doubt I could overpower the guards and make a speedy escape. I wasn't strong or nearly as agile enough. I could only pray that it wasn't that.

Uhm, anyways...

As they led me there, I was shaking. I just couldn't stop thinking about what they could- and might do to us. I shuddered. What if they tried pulling out my fingernails one by one? Or my hair? Or my TEETH?!

... you could see I was freaking out a little too much. I was overthinking a whole lot and it made my head hurt with all that worrying and stressing. I only calmed down a tiny bit when I saw my cousin Aquarius. He seemed like he was doing fine. He wasn't badly beaten up or anything, thankfully. It's the small things that I'm grateful for.

I waved and jumped up and down, ignoring the guards' dirty looks. They had no right, after what they did to me and my friends. I was allowed to show enthusiasm.
"Hey, Aqua! Aqua! Aqua, it's Pisces!" I yelled at the blue-haired boy. He turned to me, eyes widened. "Pisco?"

... It's not Pisco, Aquaman.

"Pisces," I corrected him.

"Pisco," he told me stubbornly.

"Pisces," I argued irritated.

"Pisco!" he said slowly.

"PISCES!" I snapped in anger.

He just laughed as the guards facepalmed, and I sighed loudly to show my disapproval. Aquarius was usually collected and reserved, but around me he let his guards down and could be so awfully childish. It never ceased to surprise people who found out.

After the argument with my annoying cousin, the guards shove us in separate rooms and told us to take what we needed for the battle. I was confused.

What battle?

A pillow fight?

That's kind of cool...

Why would they kidnap us just to have us pillow fight, though? I don't get it. What I didn't understand was that there were real weapons in the room. Why would they give us that in a pillow or food fight? It didn't make any sense at all.

To cut deadly hamburgers in half or something? I didn't get it, being the "innocent boy" I was. Either that or I refused to see reality. It was just too cruel.

I picked out a fishing net- not to catch fish- and a small dagger. I just wasn't one for fancy things. I wasn't focused in weaponry. I just wanted to know what it was for.

 Eagerly.

I knew that was something different about me ever since the crazy scientist injected something into me. I had struggled as hard as I could, but it was futile to try and avoid it. I had very many ideas as to what it did to my body, but I couldn't confirm it.

I could actually feel how powerful a person is when I hold their hand. Isn't that awesome yet creepy at the same time? Like, how is that even physically possible? My parents would freak. But they're not here, and I don't know when I would see them again. That thought made me unbearably nervous and jittery.

Back to the present, though. I picked a huge dark blue backpack and stuffed it full with sandwiches and juice packets, leaving the outside pocket empty to put my flashlight and a tiny box of coffee sweets as a gift to myself for trying to be so brave and composed.

Then I saw the sleeping bags, clothes and life jackets. I mearly fainted. What is this for?! I kept screaming in my mind. This doesn't make any sense! No party would ever need a life jacket, or that much extra clothes!

Why in the world would we need a PENKNIFE?! To stab someone in their sleep when they accidentally kick you?

Is that why?

 I took another bag, a sling bag this time that was light blue in colour. I stuffed in two new underwear my size and a belt. I don't know why exactly.

I found myself a scabbard for my dagger and used the belt I got so that my net and dagger just hung on it, at my waist, easily accessible.

I took a dark grey hat and put it on. I felt ready for anything! I just grabbed a white pillow and brought it along with me.

I stepped out of the door the guards told me to go through reluctantly and...

 Found myself in a forest.

"WHAT IS GOING ON?!"
   I finally lost it.

A pillow fight in a forest DOES NOT make any sense. The pillows will get really dirty and maybe torn apart by branches.

Someone help explain to me what is going on?!

Some might say that it's obvious what was happening, but I chose not to see it.

It can't be what I assume...

That reality was just too horrible.

I couldn't accept it.

Not just yet.

Surely, that couldn't be the truth.

They couldn't be that cruel!

They couldn't.