Wisteria's Game

Chapter 1: 5 days left

          I spit on his face and smile, letting a hearty laugh escape my lips. "Damn, Wisteria, did you have to beat them that hard?" I hear Atlas laugh a couple feet behind me and grin. I look down and admire my work, my boot implanted in some rando's left cheek, blood running down his lip. "He was the one that challenged me," I reply nonchalantly, ignoring the fact that I easily could've avoided all this by offering a simple"no" in response.

          "We all know you're the best paintball player, there's no need to show off, especially against a kid," I'm appalled by this statement, as it seems incredibly stupid to me to give away a training opportunity that easily. He seems to somehow read my thoughts and simply shakes his head, the action followed by: "I know you see it as a training opportunity, but you're eighteen and let's face it, really damn strong, so taking a sixteen year old up on his offer to play paintball with you doesn't necessarily seem like the right choice," he says this with such certainty that I almost start to care. 18 year old Atlas had that effect on people. But before I can, the kid whose face I just so happened to have been smashing against the dirt 3 minutes ago makes a sudden comeback, his body flipping backwards and landing on his feet.

          "You were saying?" I whip my head around, among this snarky remark at Atlas, my head turning to the ground as I laugh in shock. I find myself fixing my posture and turn to face the kid whose name I don't even know. "Y'know kid, ya really do have potential," a long pause follows this half finished statement as he stares into my soul with his large hazel eyes, awaiting my next words patiently as if they hold the meaning of existence, "..too bad that doesn't mean shit to me." my face darkens revealing a blank expression as I flip my switch and become serious. I pull my gun out from behind me with a swiftness so quick you would miss it by a blink and tilt my body sideways, extending my toned leg in a fast paced move, kicking the kid's gun out of his shaky hands. I grab his dirty blonde hair in the process and yank his head towards mine, the sudden movement slapping a shocked countenance across his face. I then use my other arm to take hold of his left leg and twist it, a scream erupting from him. This initiates my final move as I wrap my right leg around his newly crippled one, throwing him onto the ground once more and take hold of both guns. I finish by shoving the right gun directly at his spine causing his back to arch and pull the trigger on the other one, resulting in blue and pink paint to splatter along his arm as he lay motionless on the ground.

          "I don't think he'll ever grow his balls back,"I hear from behind me, my friend Courtney throwing her head back in laughter revealing her random hiding spot behind the trees alongside me. "You sicko, the hell are you doing watching me like a creep without saying anything?" I roll my eyes with a smile, well aware of my knowledge beforehand of her being there. 

          "Sometimes I wonder what goes through your head," Atlas begins with a sigh "you're that kid's role model." "Which is why it's good that I handled it the way I did," I counter, tilting my head; an unpleasant expression contorting my face. "Ooh, she's making that face again!" Courtney giggles at my sudden emotionlessness. "I'm just saying," I begin "if I was in the same situation, I would want my 'role model' to do what I did just now." I look around after completing that sentence, now in my own little world, looking beyond the brown dirt and decomposing fence surrounding us. I quickly veer my gaze to the ground; then to the grass; then the trees-- scanning the paint covering most of their surface area.

          "But that's different since your mom-" Courtney begins, being interrupted mid sentence as Atlas' hand slaps across her mouth. Realization colors her face. This is shortly followed by sudden apologies and begging for my forgiveness. I'm mostly spaced out during this show, however, as I am transfixed in my own mind, surrounded by the thoughts wandering around within it. I can't wait to join the game my mind screams, and I can't help but agree. This paintball game will prove my worth and show that I am the best, although everyone already believes it. I have 5 more days of practice left before I'm 19-- before I begin.

Authors note: You should expect a new update no later than every Wednesday !! (I'll try to stay consistent).  Any and all constructive criticism is looked over and considered, as I'm looking forward to incorporate you guys' ideas into my story (especially since I have not planned it our yet and am still in the story making process). Thank you for reading >3< !!