BATIM Adventures

BATIM squid games part 3

Warning: spoilers and gore

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There was a blood bath last night. The  people running this horrible place planned it, Grant knew they did. They made the lights flicker, making it hard to see anything. There was so much others screaming and confusion. People were running in all directions trying to ether run or hunt. Grant himself had tried to find all his team in that mess. He could only find one other person for a minute before Joey came behind and stabbed him in the back. Grant saw his teammate fall lifeless before he ran.

It was only like three minutes before the main light came on and the pink guard stormed in. Grant looked around the room and saw body after body. Some had been stabbed while others had been choked or worst, had their necks snapped. One body had their head slammed into the wall, repeatedly, until the skull shown. It was a horrible site to witness for Grant however no one else in his team had been attacked.

Grant sat down beside Sammy watching them take the beds away. The ones that used them don't need them anymore. They. Had already taken the body's away. Grant looked at Sammy and the looked he was giving, scared him as well as made him regretful. It was the look of someone not phased by death. It was the look of having seen death so often in ones life it stops being sad. Grant wondered how much of it he had seen and how much blood was on his hands. Could he even trust Sammy? Or anyone from his dream. He hoped so because he had no other choice in here. He needed people to keep him safe.

  He notice Sammy coming back to reality And quickly turned away. He didn't want him to notice he was staring at him however Sammy did catch him and looked down in shame. " you'll see a lot of messed up thing living on the streets..." He said in a low voice. Grant wanted to ask him what he meant but the announcement interrupted their conversation. It was time for game three.
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They we're all instructed to find teams of ten for this next game. Buddy's little group of five had to team up with another group plus find one more person, but managed to gather ten people. Once everyone had there ten they followed the pink soldiers into a deep room. They were all standing on a platform, Buddy could see if you step off you would fall to your death. It made his stomach have butterflies just by looking down. Towering above them all were two other separate platforms and another Metal contraption in the middle where a rope ran though. A red flag tape right in the middle of the rope.

"Welcome players to the third game" this time a pick soldier announces as they all got in line. "Today's game is tug of war." They continued after a moment. "In order to win you must pull the rope towards your platform in a attempt to Drop your opponent  down below" they again waited for moments. "Now the first round is" on the right side of the one speaking the pick from
A box in front of him. "Team two"

  Buddy was shock and scared. this was his team number as of this round. He and the other nine stood up and waited to see who there opponents were.

  On the left the pink soldier picked from there box. "Team 5 will be their opponents."

Team 5 stood up and faced team two, grinning and laughing. One was even crackling his knuckles. Everyone knew they were the strongest team out of all of them and buddy could see others sigh in relief as well as give them pity looks. Buddy knew this would be his last game and started to think about home as he walk to the platform above. He would never get the chance now to enter art school or improve his skills. His mother and grandfather would never know where he is and never know what had happened. He would be just another messing person who will never be found.

Three minutes later team 5 won round one.
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Jack stood up with the rest of his team, waiting for their opponent team. He just witness the deaths of many people in the first two rounds. There family and friends would never know what had happened to them. Jack didn't want that for his family nor the rest of his teams. He didn't know what would happen in the next rounds to come but he knew him and his team has a chance this round.

Once both teams are picked they were lead down the walkway and up the elevator to the higher platforms. The pink soldiers got the rope set up and hand cuffed all of them to the rope. He could see Sammy and grant was extremely nervous but him, Norman and few others were strong enough to win, especially together. Once both sides were ready the highest pick soldier raised the gun in the air and fired.

Jack felt the rope being pulled away, dragging them as well then with the help of the rest of his team, they began to pulled back. One step back led to two then four. It was going good for them but in an instant the other team got a great pulled on them, making Sammy trip. They all begin to be pulled near the edge. All looked lost for jack for a moment but just before they got to the edge normal pulled back just as hard, making everyone at a still.

"Sammy get up on your feet!"  Norman said from behind.

Jack helped hold the rope long enough for Sammy to stand again. "Now pull!" He instructed his team. Together they all pulled the rope hard. "Pull!" He said again and they all pulled hard on rope. They continued to pull and pull making two pretty on they other team fall. They didn't let up. Jacks team pulled and pulled until one Final pulled making the other team fall of the the edge and dangling there for a moment before the rope was cut. Jack couldn't watch as the people plunge it to their death. They had won but at a cost.
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Wally and his group was the last winners of the third round and headed back though the maze and into the room they were staying at. He stepped though the door and stopped. All this started with 500 people packed in this room and now there was less then 100.

So many life's lost in this dark evil place. So many people that's going to be missed by love ones. How much more would each of them last? How much more would he? Looking around now he could see everyone here made friends with there group or started to fall. It was fair but Wally knew they only survive half so far. Who would be left standing.