Kept In The Dark (Completed)

Chapter 3

"Today, is the day we've all been waiting for...the Chosen Day has finally arrived!" There was an explosion of cheers coming from the crowd. "Now just a few rules for this first event. You keep going until you're trapped also don't kill your opponent..." There were several laughters in the crowd, which sort of scares me...I'm mean why would they need to add that rule?

It must have happened in the past events.

"One more thing...may the best win!"

While I'm waiting for the bell to begin our event, I look at my opponent trying to figure out his weaknesses. He looks over at me and wiggles his eyebrows. They didn't say anything about punching them, right?

The bell rang and we walk slowly to each other, while the others rush in. I give the first strike, which he blocks, and he gives a strike of his own scratching my medal armor. I hate that sound.

We go on like this, I strike, he blocks, he strikes, I block. I really think his routine is to kill me basing that theory on the near death experiences I had. This whole time we've been doing this and I still haven't found his weakness yet.

My movements start to get a little slower, which he smiles too. "You getting tired, Emmy?" For that split second I let my guard down. He does a sort of swirl move, which results my sword flying out. Snap, I haven't even noticed I lost my shield.

Being the last group remaining the announcer shouts "we have a win..."

"Not yet!" I shouted making sure everyone heard me. Hestitating a little the announcer nods her head. Okay, I have no weapon, and nothing to help me. If he wanted to he could kill me right here and right now, the armor isn't strong enough to protect me, but I have to play to my strengths.

No more trying to find his weakness. It time to use my strengths.

"Oh, what? It's not over 'till I kill you? I'm not that heartless you know." He smirked. He fully capable of killing me, and I could tell...I don't know how, but I can tell he's thinking about it. I notice my sword is on his side. So I need to pass him, somehow...

"Jacob, you know the thing about winning?" Blinking twice in a row as if trying to wake up from this dream he responded "Uh, that you win." I started laughing to try to catch him off guard a little, which works. His grip on his sword loosens. I laughed a little harder at the face he made. Complete disbelief. Priceless.

"No, the loser learns from their mistakes." I kicked his sword out of my face, and use the time to retrieve my sword.

His face says it all: shocked, frustrated, and a hint of anger.

Since when are you so good at reading people face expressions?

Since today.

This time he starts rushing toward me. Big mistake number one. He keeps striking allowing me only to block. Big mistake number two. What do they both have in common? Energy.

He starts slowing down barely blocking my blows now. I do a kick from under his feet, which he falls down to. I hold my sword up to his face. Not so fun the other way around now is it.

He holds his hands up in surrender. I hear the crowd burst into booing, and a hint of cheering. The sad thing is almost all the heros are booing at me. Only a handful are cheering for me, one of them, of course, my father.

I hold out my hand to help him up. The whole crowd stops, and gasps at the same time. He takes my hand. What he said next surprised me though. "Thanks, you aren't that bad as I thought you were, but don't expect me to go easy on you. That was a one time thing..." He looks like he wants to say more, but stops.