Death Playground

The Fight for Victory

LAST CHAPTER WOOOOO

sylvi5sw I'M DEDICATING THIS CHAPTER TO YOU! I HOPE I GET THIS OUT IN TIME AAAA-

ANYGAYS, THE PEOPLE THAT ARE LEFT:

Tommy
Bad

Tw: blood, death, pills, suicide, guns and blades, screaming, ect.

PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE EASILY TRIGGERED!

But

IT'S MY FINAL TIME WRITING IN THIS BOOK, SO LET'S GET ON WITH THIIIIIS!!
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Bad's POV

We walked to this giant field which looked oddly familiar to the Red Light, Green Light. Tommy instantly started shaking and I wanted to hug him. But I didn't. They told us the rules of this game, which was simple.

"The last player alive wins. You can use any means of violence to eliminate your opponent. Have fun!"

They told us to go on opposite sides of the field. As I got into my spot, I took out a pistol that I snuck from one of the guards. I knew this wouldn't feel good, but I had to do it to win.

Three...

Two...

One...

A loud alarm sounded, signifying for us to start. What I didn't expect, though, was Tommy to lunge at me and stab a switchblade into my arm. I screamed and kicked him right in the stomach, which made him fall to the ground, blood dripping from his mouth. He quickly scrambled up, though, and grabbed the switchblade from the ground and switches it to the sharper side, smiling.

But before I could do anything, I got slammed into the wall and Tommy stabbed my arm another few times. I was yelling in agony, and I'm pretty sure I saw stars. He let me fall to the ground and he turned around. I could've grabbed my gun and shot him in the brain, but I couldn't at that moment.

I held my arm to try and stop the  bleeding from becoming lethal. Most people think that getting stabbed in the arm won't kill you, but I read a book where a boy named George had stabbed himself in the arm, which probably hurt him a lot. (Totally not advertising you. by graceeejacobsss, but you should go read it)

Tommy ran and grabbed something, but didn't let me see. It was lying on the ground around 30 metres away, and I could barely see it's shadow. He didn't move when he grabbed, but instead brought it up, aimed it at me, and shot something. I barely had any time to duck before it hit my heart.

It instead hit my eye, which started bleeding immediately. I opened it for a brief second, only to see a gray void and Tommy's shadow, which made me know that I could barely see out of it at all.

Tommy had now left me unstable, but he still didn't know about my plan. I would let him beat me until I was almost dead, then I would grab the gun and pull the trigger. Simple.

I ran over to the middle of the field, trying to make sure my eye wouldn't fall out of it's socket. Unfortunately, Tommy threw his switchblade at my leg, and it hit the back of my lower right leg. I fell onto the ground, barely managing to not hit my head on the concrete part. Gosh, was he good at throwing knives.

I could feel the knife moving inside the wound as I shuffled back, scared. I was left with only two working limbs, and Tommy still had whatever he picked up off of the ground. Tears actually fell from my eyes, but it hurt like hell. Of course, the tears mixed in with the blood of my left eye's wound.