The Arena

Chapter 1

When the police forced me off the street and into the aircraft, my only thought was one of pure animalistic instinct and self-preservation. On the ride to the arena, they injected me with something. A tracker, they called it. Great, they will always know where I am. The plane was a plane white color, with jet black leather seats that squeaked when you sat down in them. The paint was peeling, and hints of rust showed in the corners. The only marking was an Eagle with its wings outspread, the insignia of Stalin. The plane ride later only 5 hours, and suddenly I was in Moscow. The city was the same as Manhattan, cold, dark, ruined. But one building, the Kremlin, stood tall. I was then transported in a white van to the building.

On arrival, I was asked about my birthday, my name, how old I was, etc. After that was over, I was assigned a room to stay. My room was a pale green color, with the bed already made. It was roughly twenty feet in diameter, and had a small bathroom. I was told over the intercom to meet at the dining hall at 7:00 pm. It was 4:00.

I decided to take a nap. I woke up at 6: 30, I quickly dressed in the clothes prepared for me. A plain red shirt, jeans white socks, and converse. I took a map laid out for me, and jogged of to the mess hall. I was the first one over there. This was the first time I have seen so much food! Why was I treated like a rich man? I couldn't say then. But know I know. They were fattening us up, like cattle before the slaughter. I was tempted to stuff my face full and feast, but I decided to wait for the others. In about 15 minutes, three people showed up. What surprised me was that they were all girls. They introduced themselves as Felicia, Melody, and Charlotte. Felicia was small, had dark skin and jet black hair, the color of a raven's plumage. Melody was tall, had a darker complexion than me, and also had black hair. Charlotte was the average Heath, had the same complexion as Melody, but her hair was more of a brown than black.

I introduced myself." Hi, I'm Ares, care to dine with me?" They all politely accepted and that day, we feasted. Afterwards, we all went to our rooms. When I checked in, I saw a note laying on the bed. It read, " Tomorrow all tributes will be taken to the armory. Get a shower, brush your teeth, and sleep well. Sincerely, Stalin." And that's exactly what I did. My first shower in 10 years! Words can't describe how refreshed I felt after my shower. I then brushed my teeth, and was too tired from the food to change, so I fell asleep immediately.