Race untill the end

Chapter 2

(Notes: I think "Tempt you (Evocatio)" by Nothing but Thieves (my favourite band ever (I made a presentation about them)) kind of fit how Black feels when he talks to Pink this chapter.)

"So... Any good news?" asked Cyan when I got my resume of the day.

"I was the first one to die, so obviously, no. And you? Your strategy worked?"

"Well I was definitely noticed... I'll continue and see if that take me to the main team."

"Good luck."

"It's too bad for you thought, you had six wins in a row, four more and you would have joined us," Yellow said while he took a look at my resume.

"Yours is better then?"

"Well, twenty people made a pretty big bid on me today since I surprisingly won the last three races, by chance as usual, and since I lost, the Centre won a lot of money, so I guess I'm doing good... I'll just have to continue like that."

"Is it true you never won on purpose? It's always due to luck?"

"Of course, I'm the clumsy one, remember?" he answered, an innocent smile on his face.

For some reason, I didn't believe him at all. We all played a role in the races, and being clumsy was definitely his choice. I saw him dodged unexpected trap like it was nothing and making it seem like it was an incident, as if he were choosing when to win, and when to lose.

There was something behind his innocent smile, I just didn't know exactly what it was. I sometime suspected him to be one the most intelligent ones in here, simply hiding it for his character. The one thing I knew was true about him, was his kindness, as he was the purest and selfless soul amongst us.

I don't think I have to explain who was considered his opposite.

"Hey Magenta, did your victory today helped?" asked Cyan.

"Hell yeah it did! People finally noticed my way of running is different, I'm on my way to be a star!" she replied, all excited by her resume.

"You kinda make me think of a princess when you run."

"A what?" I asked, having no idea what a princess was.

"A princess, I think it's like a prestigious girl in a castle."

"What's a castle?" Yellow questioned, looking as confused at me.

"Well, I'm actually not sure. But I think my mom used to read me stuff about that when I was a kid, that's actually the only thing I remember about her. She loved telling stories, and in those there were princes, princesses, castles and some sort of beasts to slay. And the princess she was always really pretty, elegant and well-mannered, wearing enormous, beautiful dresses and lots of jewels," Cyan explained, while we all listened with eyes wide-opened.

It was the first time one of us spoke about his life before entering the Centre, and it was the first time I heard someone remembering his parents, simply because I learned what it was reading books in the library and I didn't have any memories of mine, if I ever had ones.

"Hey, what are you talking about?" interrupted one of the guards.

"Nothing sir, our resume, as usual," Yellow answered quickly before pretending to take his paper from me.

"Hm... I hope for you that's really the case."

"What else would we talk about sir?"

"You tell me, you're the ones looking suspicious."

"No worries, sir," he assured with his usual innocent smile before the guard finally left us.

"Well done," I whispered, when he gave me my resume back.