Reunited

Escape

As morning came, I left. I didn't have much to pack: some photos and a bottle of beer. I put that in a small white leather purse (arms still in cast, so it was painful) around my shoulder and went downstairs. "Hey, where're you going?" Asked Jeff. I glanced over at him with sad blue eyes, and continued to walk downstairs. I opened the door, taking a deep breath. Even though I stayed here for a few days...I'll still miss my so-called friends. I walked outside.

The soft, cool morning air overwhelmed me. Kind of relaxing, if you ask me. Okay..first stop. Buzzard. I shiver at the thought. He's probably in many casts right now... Or maybe even dead...but still, there's a slim chance he may be alive. But one question: how the hell am I supposed to find him? He could be anywhere...

I could try looking at our old house. It's probably gone, but it's worth a try. I look at the sun as I located the poles. I head west. The dewy grass crunched beneath my boots as I walked into a thick forest. I entered, and the leaves above me started to close up, and the sunlight began to fade away, making the patches of light on the ground disappear. As I walked deeper, I thought more of the memories. They got disrupted here and there because of the chattering of the squirrels and birds in the branches. I tried to focus on my mission, my heart pounding in excitement and worry. My head hurt from all the flashbacks I got...which made my vision kind of blurry. To be honest, part of me wanted to stay back at the mansion and be safe, safe from everything. Who knows, maybe there's someone planning an attack on me.
As I finished the thought,

I felt a sharp pain through my head, and everything went dark.
•••
I woke up, my head hurting even more than last time. I failed to get up, so two strange silver-armored guards came up to me and forced me up. I felt cold metal around my wrists, which seemed like cuffs. Surprisingly, my casts were torn off from my arms before I woke up, and the pain from it was gone. Huh. I looked up and saw a girl in a diamond throne. She had long light blue hair braided into a French braid, pale skin and eerie gray eyes. She wore a dark gray cape and a silver dress. "Finally. I was wondering you would never wake up," she groaned, partly frowning. Her voice was cold and deadly like ice. "I hope you'll be a nice contestant," she said, scanning me from top to bottom with an interested face. "Hmm...Fire Kingdom. Interesting..." She mumbled as she signaled to guards to let go of me. I stare at her, following her every word. Well. I'm fucked.

"Get her to the prison of specialists," she ordered, "and make sure she makes me thrilled."

The two guards released me from the chains rooting me to the ground and dragged me over to a slim, cold hallway. How nice. "Hey, don't mind if I ask, but what the hell are you doing?" I asked, my voice barely more than a whisper. The guards didn't reply, they just opened a glass door an threw me in. "Make yourself at home." One growled and slammed the door. "Oh yeah, this is real homey," I yell. As the footsteps faded away, I growled and breathed out small puffs of smoke through my nostrils.
"Easy there, smoke-puffer."
I turned around to see a girl in a red skirt and orange turtleneck sweater, her black hair in a bun. She was also cuffed. "What?" I told her, glaring at her. "You're in the specialist prison, folk. In a few minutes, you'll be out in the arena." She said. I raise my eyebrows in confusion. "Arena? What aren-" My sentence was interrupted by a creak of an opening gate. Sunlight poured into the room. Noise exploded in my ears as I strained my eyes to focus. I tiptoed over to the opening and my head peered over the wall.
A huge stadium with ice on the floor like an ice skating rink. Large walls kept the crowded audience back in their seats. On the very left was a huge pedestal made of glass, and on it was a seat with the same girl I saw when I woke up. The black haired girl held me back. "Careful, there. Only two people," she said in her western voice.

A glass gate opened, and a guy with a scarred face and gray hair walked into the stadium. His clothes were rugged and dirty, too bad they were white. "First contestant: Mountain from the Air Kingdom!" A giant speakerphone echoed. The guy snorted and got ready for battle. Another glass gate opened from the opposite side and out came a small girl with blonde wavy hair clipped back and a short brown dress. "Second contestant: Nala from the Earth Kingdom!" Her eyes were full of power and ferocity. She stood right in the middle of the stadium in front of the man, her shoes clicked on the ice and she walked. They stared at each other for a long moment as the crowd settled down.

My eyes widened. This is what that blue haired girl wants me for. "Three. Two. One.

...FIGHT!!!"