𝐑𝐔𝐍 𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐑𝐔𝐍!!

Tug of war

A/N: Sorry for the really late update i've had no idea what to do with this story and i've been focusing on writting a different story called "harmless fun" :)
(First chapter was posted if you watch Naruto you should read it the writting is much much better than this ones) Also i've switched the main POV I really don't like writting in first person anymore

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You survived another game.

You laid back your head resting against the pillow as your breathing steadied out once again. Other people entered slolwy the room began to fill up again though not nearly as much people as there was before.

What would the next game be and would you survive? 

Was it worth it?

Your heart felt heavy as you thought back on your mother you wouldn't survive this there was no way. You were in over your head as was everyone else here not to mention these games seemed to be more known by the older people here. Your age put you at a disadvantage one that could of been made up by luck though clearly you had shitty luck or you wouldn't of been here right now.

— Time skip — { The next day } — < The Game

You just watched a group of ten people fall to there death your heart beating so fast against your chest you felt as if it would explode tears flilled your eyes as you thought of going there you had a fear of heights not to mention your team had three girls and an old guy Sang-woo had expressed his concern for this quite rudely earlier and you had to supress yourself from punching the sexiest asshole in the face though he wasn't wrong. You just thought he could of said it less rudely.

You knew one of the girls from the attack the other night her number was 67 and you both talked she was quite blunt at first but as the night went on she let her walls down she told you about her younger brother and you told her about your mother. You thought back of that memory as your line was called against a group of all men. The other girl was brought by her she was pretty and seemed quite nice though you could see a sadness in the girls eyes a sadness that most people here possessed.

Well this was it. I'm gunna die aren't I you say to yourself, thinking the worst was always a bad habit of yours.

You shuffled your way up standing behind Ali your breath spreading up with every single step, moving into the elevator your eyes once again begin to water your sight was blurred as you fought back your tears, your fear of heights came from falling of a cliff when you were younger though it wasn't quite that high you had broken your arm in three places and snapped your ankle you had a small limp in your right leg for most of your life.

"Are you okay?" Ali asks turning his head to you nodding your head no he brought himself to sit beside you other people were talking one guy even praying though you took no note of the man

"I'm terrified of heights" You finally say starring at the small space of visable wall inbetween the other girls legs, Ali places a reassuring hand on your shoulder and smiles genuinely how he was able to smile at a time like this was a complete mistery to you.

"It'll be okay" He says "Well get through this than the next one than the next two games and win the money and live happily" He pauses "going back to our families" He says you nod your ears finally tuning into the conversation the rest of the people were having the old man was talking about how he used to always win tug of war when he was a kid even with a weak team like ours.

You listened along with everyone else though you had your doubts how did strategy matter more than strength? Even if we did this could your team still beat all those men?

Sadly yous were at a disadvantage not just because there were three biological women in your team but the three girls were close to their teenage years Y/N being in her early twenties and still being the oldest out of the three.

The old man finshed his talk and everyone agreed to go along with his plan it was that or certain death anyway.

You stepped out onto the platform second last Ali's hand find it's way back to your shoulder he could see how shaky you were letting out a sigh you held your hands out to be cuffed onto the rope it felt like somthing was lodged in your throat as you looked over the edge tears again brewing in your eyes the cuffs closed around your wrist restricting some of your movement but not enough to stop you from playing to your best ability.

The flag smashed down and the signal came for you to lean back as far as you could luckily you were quite flexible as were able to fall back your eyes set on Ali's feet "NOW PULL" A scream came you wernt sure who it was from but you through yourself up gripping onto the rope with as much sheer force you could handle the top of the rope cutting small light cuts into your palms and burning across them as you pulled back and got tugged forward by the other team.

This happened for what felt like forever your arms were burning with the pain of pulling. Yous were slowly loosing your stronghold on the opposing team your feet were sliding forwards closer and closer to the edge.

This was it.

You were sure you were gunna die falling to your death though you supposed it was a fitting end for your miserable life...

"We have to take three steps forward!" A man called out your heart leaped out of your chest

"TOWARDS THE EDGE?!" You question

"YES ITLL MAKE THE OTHER TEAM LOSE THERE FOOTING!"

"I" You try to squeal back but your voice got caught in your throat though the plan made sense it was to much you were to scared to walk towards the edge of somthing so high up. Your fear would get the best of you and you knew it

"WERE NOT STEPPING TOWARDS THE EDGE" Another person called out

"WE HAVE TO" The man replied

"It's this or die" You whisper to yourself trying to get up the courage to go through with it

"READY?!" He calls out "ON THREE" he yells your entire body felt like jello right now you were going to collapse you knew it "ONE... TWO.... THREEE!" He screamed

You screamed in fear along with several others as you took three steps forward the other teams frontman slipped and down went the rest of their team like dominos "PULL BACK NOW" Who you thought sounded like Sang-woo screamed you pulled yourself up stopping as fast as you could as did the rest of the team unfortunately, your teams front man number 456 fell of the ledge.

You all pulled him up as fast as yous could he quickly got his footing back and pulled, the other team attempted several times to get their footing back but yous had relentlessly pulled back and back one second at a time which seemed to be everytime they tried to pull themselves back up they were brought back down by a pull from your team.

Eventually after a long time you pulled them to their deaths their weight pulled your team down your eyes widened in fear as their sheer body weight was to much for your team to hold onto it just kept pulling you down. Your eyes flicked up and down from the guards to the guillotine like knife that would cut the rope

"CUT THE ROPE" you scream "CUT THE FUCKING ROPE WERE GUNNA DIE!" You scream again your heart picking up faster than you ever thought possible than the rope was cut you all fell to the ground in exhaustion and fear.

You could barley breath anymore your heart was once again thumping against your chest faster than any other time in your life your palms burned with cuts from the harsh rope.