The Never Ending Game

Chapter 9: Thirst For Blood

  Mitch had the same dream except that Jerome took over Lachlan's role. He seemed more frantic than Lachlan. When he ran up to Mitch ,he too had a sword strapped to his back. He had the same warning for Mitch, so he ran when Jerome told him to. Mitch decided not to look back when he ran to the light, hoping Jerome for the best. He kept running ,even when he could screams behind him, the light was only mere inches away. Only a bit more Mitch thought.

"Too bad." A cold hand held Mitch back from the light.

  Mitch tried to reach for it, but K.C. held him back. K.C. turned Mitch to face him, he looked at him with a hungry grin.

"Tsk tsk tsk, no one can win the hunger games but me."

*SNAP*

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  Mitch lifted his head from his knees ,looking around the room as he did so. He was still next to the bed, with Lachlan And Jerome still sleeping. All was well with Mitch, his friends were alive and K.C. was somewhere else. He stretched out his legs on the floor, and got up and walked around a bit. He was thinking about his dream, how it seemed like K.C. was actually there. He kept thinking about the light, how can escaping allow him to win? Mitch sighed and looked at the swords, each day one losing use. Mitch kept thinking of how to protect his friends and as well himself. He couldn't handle to using a sword for each hand, he couldn't even handle a sword.

  Mitch kept pacing around the room until the other two woke up. They looked at Mitch worried, thinking something bad could have happened.

"Mitch? Are you okay?" Jerome asked.

Mitch looked at Jerome then answered "I-I'm fine, I'm fine."

  Jerome obviously didn't believe Mitch, but he knew what his friend was going through. He got off the bed with Lachlan and had some breakfast. Mitch still paced around the room, muttering things. Lachlan paid no attention and ate with his unbroken hand, as Jerome worried for Mitch. He was thinking that his friend's mental state was deteriorating, but who isn't losing their mind too? Eventually Mitch sat down for  breakfast, thinking to himself. The room was quiet, no one wanted to talk. It seemed like they were actually going to have a calm day. Well that was going to change. K.C. had other plans.

  He stood in the kitchen, admiring his most recent trophy. K.C. loved it but Rob gave him no fight. But then again he thought Rob to be smart, he knew he couldn't survive. K.C. stared down on him smiling weakly, he needed another death. He needed to win the hunger games. His recent games were short but this one took forever. His thirst for blood was growing and he needed to quench it. He unstrapped the sword from his back and headed towards the stairs.

  Jerome sat on the floor scratching words onto the carpet. Lachlan tended to his broken arm. Mitch stood by the door. All three losing their sanity. Mitch kept thinking about his dream until he heard footsteps. His mind raced through what could happen. He ran to the swords and drawn one out.

"Mitch, what's wrong?" Lachlan said ,looking up from his arm.

"He's coming." Mitch whispered slowly heading for the door.

  When Jerome heard Mitch , he got up and grabbed a sword as well as Lachlan. Mitch stood by the door listening for more footsteps as Jerome and Lachlan readied themselves. K.C. was heading towards them fast, making sure he made as much noise as possible. He wanted his prey to be scared, that's how he likes it. When K.C. reached the door he didn't (I repeat didn't) slice through it.

Knock knock

"Come out I just want to play." K.C. sang.

  Mitch jumped back from the door, and got ready. K.C. kept shaking the knob, trying to break it off.

"Let's play a quick game." He continued singing.

  The handle started to break off, cracks in the door appeared around it.

"Hey, we all need to have fun time to time."

  The door knob was being pulled back, back to K.C.'s side. There was now a gaping hole where the knob used to be.

"Here I come!" K.C. pushed the door open and looked at his prey.

  His face was now contorted into a devilish smile. His sword in hand glinting at Lachlan. K.C. looked around the room for his victim. His eyes rested on Lachlan and his injury. K.C. thought it would be an easy fight so he walked towards him. Lachlan was trembling in fear, K.C. was targeting him. Before K.C. could even take step, Mitch stepped between the two. K.C. was surprised by Mitch's brave act so was Lachlan.

" I'm not letting you kill another friend." Mitch said boldly.

  K.C. looked at him amusingly, nearly laughing because of this petty act.

"You really think you can avoid death? Well you know what? When I kill you, I'll make sure no one ever knew you even existed." K.C. finished with a growl.

  Mitch wasn't taken back by the threat, he would die for his friends no matter what. He took a step forward to the maniac, Jerome looked at him as if he was insane.

"Oh so that's how's it going to be?" K.C. asked, raising an eyebrow.

  Mitch nodded then lunged at K.C. with all his force. This caught K.C. off guard ,knocking him to the ground with Mitch on top of him. Mitch held down his hands on the ground, knocking the diamond sword out of the room.

"You'll pay for that!" K.C. stated.

  And with that Mitch punched K.C. hard on the face, causing blood to pour from his nose. K.C. was enraged as he fought in Mitch's grip. Jerome came up behind Mitch and tried to grab the diamond sword. Lachlan stood there still scared. When K.C. saw Jerome, he flung out of Mitch's grip. That caused Mitch to fly back and hit the wall ,making him feel dizzy. K.C. didn't bother to wipe the blood as he ran to his sword. Jerome was too late, K.C. out ran him and now Jerome was in his sights. Mitch looked up ,rubbing his head vision still blurry, and saw Jerome facing K.C. alone.

"Jerome, no!" Lachlan yelled.

  Lachlan ran up behind Jerome and pushed him away from the fatal blow, and he took it instead. K.C. slashed a line on Lachlan which went down from his neck to his hips. Lachlan cried out in pain as Jerome tumbled down. Everything was in slow motion for Mitch. He watched his friend fall as he layed there ,useless.

  K.C. stood there ,congratulating himself for getting his intended target. His thirst was quenched. He looked at Jerome and Mitch ,his look loathing.

"Until next time." And he vanished, his laugh taking his place.