the pretty lies, the ugly truth; completed

Ten

Lilith and Eliott walked back to the dorms. "What the hell was that?" Lilith asked, worried. "Some kind of sick joke? I really hope this is a really bad joke."

Eliotts face was contoured in worry. "It has to be! How have they gotten away with this for so long? Someone has to have noticed their child went missing, something! Why haven't these people been arrested?"

"I don't know! Don't ask me!" Lilith said. She was worried. Innocent people would be dying! These people were sick. The ones who were promoting this of course.

Aspen was pacing in her dorm. Henry wasn't there yet. She couldn't care less to be completely honest. She just wanted to know who thought it was a good idea to have a bunch of high schoolers fight to the death.

Aspen didn't realize how tired she was, until she lied down to calm herself from the shocking news. She shortly fell asleep, but her slumber was full of nightmares.

Henry was pacing the halls of the large school. He had also just gotten lost, but he didn't want to admit that. He just wanted to go home. Or curl in a ball and cry. Or both. He wouldn't ever see his parents again. That dawned on him. He wasn't going to make it all the way through the entire year. He wasn't that strong. Both mentally and physically. Mostly mentally. He couldn't make himself kill someone! That was wrong. He couldn't live with blood on his hands.

Julian brought the two victims behind the school, to show where they would be fighting. "This is the arena." He motioned his arm at the dirt pit, ringed with seats. Similar to the theatre, but open, and the seats went in a full circle around the place the two would be.

"Next, each of you shall choose your weapons." Julian said, and led them to the weaponry. Once they were there, he had one go in at a time. He just wanted to rush the tour, he hated this part. It was boring.

Sebrina went in first, and she chose a long, thick, sharp sword. It was a plain looking one, just a silver blade, and black hilt. But, it appeared as if it could kill. She wouldn't hold back, she was going to win, she was going to live another day.

Carter went inside after Sebrina left. He chose a bow anda quiver full of arrows. He was good at shooting a bow, and he wanted to stay far away from his opponent, giving her less chances to strike.

"Now, you two get your own dorms, the most high quality. Since, of course, either of you could be dying next week. And, you'll have time to train with dummys."

Julian was not sane, and everyone who met him, knew this.