Heroes Of Demonia

Chapter 1; The Game

This is it, I'm done, my life is over, starting now. The platform slowly raised up. Light shone bright in my eyes, an unnatural sight for a boy that lives his life training to survive the Game. The Game, a sadistic sensation that spread internationally after the power of half-men, powerful half breeds of demons and humans, was explored.

The gates slowly lifts up and I'm pushed outside onto the dusty grey sand. I trip and fall over as my chains are let loose and I can see the red rings on my wrists where they were cuffed. To my left, there is a slender boy who clearly didn't eat much at the food hall. To my right, one of the smaller kids, with dyed white hair and a girly face. He looked kind of cynical and sinister with a look of blood thirst, while lefty looked ginger about the brawl, oh well, he'll most likely be minced meat in a couple seconds anyway.

Steadily, I took small steps toward the center of the dome. As did the others, I drew my dagger and charged towards the loot bags, trying to pick out something useful. Aha. A knife! It appears to be serrated and has a curved blade.

I swing madly at the greatest threat, ole girl-face McNo-Emotions, until she backs off and I have time to think about this situation. Ok, I can probably kill off the guy to the left. But that would make it harder when the Hunter comes... if I could get him as a form of bait to the Hunter, he would be dead, AND I would be able to kill the Hunter, acquiring the bonus in the process. That way, righty would be as easy to kill as a Demon Overlord crushing a sheep's skull. Now I just have to execute it... I run to the edge of the arena so I can be far away enough from everyone to check my bag.

Paper, useless, medi-kit, nice, though I hope it won't be useful, shards of glass, throw-able, some gun pellets, only useful with a... gun! Yes, this is getting to easy!

I spy over at the cynical boy, and spot that he doesn't have any current supplies, I'm dreaming, there's no way a day could go by this well. The boy that was terrified, however, has obtained a huge metal pipe, but it seems he won't be able to hold it, never mind swing it. I run towards the center, pull out my knife, and thrust it forwards as I get closer. Ah, Christ, I had a plan, didn't I. Oh no.

The earth moves under my feet, tripping me up, the knife embeds itself in my shoulder. Ahgg, it feels as if my blood was on fire! What the hell, it shouldn't have come this early, unless... Oh, damn it, I had so involved in thinking about how to kill her, I never realised she knew about the Hunter, though she probably doesn't know that if you kill no one yourself, you don't win... So I guess this is it, the ground erupts and our of it, emerges a giant worm-like creature, 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12. 12 feet long! It instantly knocks over the weaker kid, well, back to square one, I'm going to die...