the pretty lies, the ugly truth; completed

Twelve

The two fighters just stared at each other for a few long moments. Then, Carter set an arrow onto the bowstring.

Sebrina shook her head and, and backed up, holding the silver blade up defensively. The lights from the stands reflected off of the swords sharp edge. 

Carter drew the bowstring back, and eyed Sebrina. He was determined to make it out alive now. He was not going to die. He was sure of it. While on the other hand, Sebrina didn't know what to do. She was just going to give up, surrender. She couldn't kill! Did they think she was a monster?

Carter let go of the tightly pulled string, sending the sharp arrow flying towards Sebrina. She screamed as the arrow made contact with a space in between one of her left ribs. She fell to her knees, and pulled the arrow out of the wound. What a mistake. Blood poured out of the wound. She screamed in agony, her face sharp in fear and pain. She held her hands on the bloody hole in her side, trying to hold off the bleeding. The blood seeped through her fingers.

Carter took Sebrinas sword,  and stabbed the blonde a few times, just for good measure. He watched as she slowly stopped wreathing, and her chest stopped moving up and down. He felt nothing of it yet. Soon, though, he would feel many emotions.

Carter had a triumphant look on his face, he looked at everyone in the stands. Everyone had a look of fear on their faces, except a few people who looked excited, proud, or relieved.

Julian slowly started clapping, the sound echoing off of the stands, as he walked out onto the sandy arena. He stepped over Sebrinas body, not paying it any other mind. "Amazing job Carter! You are now free of fighting this next week. Everyone," He looked up at the rest of the students. "Give a round of applause!"