Raining Nitre

Another Perspective?

          My name is Lana I'm a fighter and good one at that. Currently I'm in a crappy cage waiting for my next match. Some bigger towns have a sport, a blood sport. Two competitors go in and one comes out walking. I'm one of the best female fighters there is a, if  won ten matches so far and if you win fifty matches in a row you earn your freedom.

          Before I was forced into this sport I lived with my family on near an irradiated lake where the fish were edible. The fish weren't edible about fifty years ago but humans have started to grow a resistance to low levels of radiation. Near the lake was a small forest of dead trees and in the middle of the forest was our two story house. The roof was made of shingles except for a large portion where plywood replaced the broken part of the roof. The house was covered with boarded up Windows and a thick wooden door. I remember playing in the backyard with little sticks and pretending they were guns or swords.

          One day after a thunderstorm we saw a large dust cloud coming from the east. We all headed into the seller to wait for the cloud of dust to pass. The trapdoor leading to the celler was near a well about ten feet from our house so we head the horses. At first we thought a wild horse had wandered near our house and was freaking out because of the dust storm but we heard too many footsteps for a single horse. We heard the door to our house smashed open and several people head inside. Soon after voices were above us and we stayed as silent as we could hoping they wouldn't notice the trap door. Sadly the cellar filled with light and we were roughly lifted out. We were thrown on the ground and I heard two gunshots, I was then lifted up and thrown onto the back of a man's horse and carried to Nyshka where I am today.

          "Hey!" A man yelled, "Get up and get out there you have your eleventh match to fight."

          I slowly stood up and walked out of my tiny cell where I was roughly pushed forward. I walked down the hall of cells, on the right there was the older fighters who were sleeping and on the left were the new fighters trying to unsuccessfully break their way out of the cage.

          I walked  up to a large doorway opening up into a large arena constructed after the pandemic. I was pushed through the doorway and I landed on my ass causing the crowd to erupt with noise. Across the arena a girl stood in a shorts and a bloody t-shirt. Her eyes bore into my skull only to be broken up by the announcer beginning his speech, "Good AFTERNOON LAdies and GentleMEN. Today's match IS between ELEVEN time champion Lena the HYENA and the FIVE time champion Troyer the DESTROYER! On the count of three begin, 1......2......3 BEGIN."

          Immediately after he finished we both sprinted towards each other. She threw the first punch missing by a hair. I returned a hard punch to her side knocking the breath out of her. I threw an uppercut and sent her flying backwards. I quickly followed with a sweep kick knocking her off her feet and into the ground. She sent a kick into my chest, as I went to punch her, throwing me off. We both got up and she managed to kick my thigh. She followed with a punch straight to my face but u blocked with my arms. I tried to kick at her legs again but she jumped up and sent a punch to my chest. Not stopping to regain my breath I knocked her down with my shoulder and continuously punched her head until I heard a whistle.

          The whistle sounded and like any other match and I faked a cheer and ran back through the large doorway. On my way to my cell a gunshot rang through the building stinging my ears and sending a single tear to form in my eye and slowly slide down my cheek.