High School Of The Dead:The Forgotten Years. (HOTD Fanfic)

Chapter 15. Panem Et Circenses

"Hey. Wake up,Gajin. Its time for you to get started. Yamato has a surprise for your sorry ass." Maria said, throwing me my katana,and hitting my head in the process. Grumbling, I climbed to my feet, and stumbled behind her, hand on my head, and dragging my sword behind me in its sheath. "You don't talk much, do you?" Snorting, I shook my head. We walked around the building, until we reached the center courtyard, which was set up like a coliseum. It seemed that everyone that was in school was there,making noise and placing bets. "Okay, punk. Here's the deal. You're going against four of the dead, and after them, two of our best fighters. Do you have any problems?" I pushed past her, leaping into the arena. The crowd roared, seeing me finally for the first time. Suddenly, they went quiet. "Quinton McAuliffe!" Yamato said, sounding like a bad impression of Julius Caesar before puberty. "You've come into our home, looking for trouble. You may have found it, but I assure you, if you wish to be free, you must first fight for your freedom. The crowd has made their choice as to what will happen. I won't stop you, but I will remind you, you live under my rules now." With a wave of his hands, four fresh zombies shambled in, covered in SWAT armor. I rested my hand on the handle of my sword, judging weak points in their armor. When they were in reaching distance, I stepped to the side, slipping my blade out, and slicing its head off by cutting in between the helmet and body armor. Kicking behind me, I struck the second one back, causing its visor to flip up. I took advantage of the movement by stabbing backwards, and into its open maw. Pulling the blade out, I flicked it, then ducked under the third ones grasp,stabbing it under the chin. I heard the last one right behind me, so I rolled backwards, flipping it into the third, and allowing me to roll onto the top of the zombie. Pulling the blade out of the skull of the last zombie, I forced the blade into the open eye of the last one, and leaned down, making the eye pop like a ripe pimple. Looking up, I saw the two boys down, armed with make shift maces, but wearing armor around their arms. Leaving the katana sticking up, I rose to my feet,hands at the ready. "You're not so tough with that pig sticker of yours stuck, now are ya?" The boy on the left said, flexing his muscles to display his marker tattoo on his chest. His friend,who wore a full face motorcycle helmet, remained silent, but it was clear he meant business. Backing up, I felt my pocket move awkwardly, which I instinctively grabbed for. Feeling the small bulge that was my knuckles, I smiled. I slipped my hands into my pockets, then withdrew them, brass knuckles at the ready. The fools didn't seem to realize they were in trouble, because they approached me, those stupid grins growing wide with each step. Pressing the buttons, I felt that sweet rush of power that I get during my fights as the blades popped out of the bottom of the knuckles. Ducking under Tattoo boy, I cut his heel tendon, then the back of his knees in a crisscross slice. As he fell screaming,I reached for his head, and gave it a sharp twist, killing him immediately. Turning around, I barely dodged a swing from the silent kid, the nails from his weapon grazing my body. We kept each other back, gauging the other with small swings and tiny cuts. I felt my body shake, and I knew I had to go for the kill. The boy swung wildly, allowing me to duck under, and stabbed him in his bare stomach, dragging him to the ground. Withdrawing the blade, I removed the kids helmet to see it was Mario O'Reilly. "Sorry,bud. It wasn't my choice." He coughed up blood, getting some on me. "I at least get to see me mum and dad again." I nodded, tears dripping from my eyes like a leaky faucet. "Go eat some chips and potatoes for me, brother." I croaked out, my voice hoarse from lack of use. "Tell ye mum and pop that I'm sorry for this." Mario laughed, bringing up more blood. "Heh. I'm sure they'd understand." Looking at me, the boy took some of his blood, and painted something on my face. "The O'Reilly family stands with you,Quinton McAuliffe. Please, for my sake, if you manage to live, kill that bastard for me. And for me sister..." I nodded, placing my hands on each side of his head. "Go back to the land promised, my Irish kin." Before I moved, he closed his eyes,and smiled. I looked away as I snapped his head sharply to the right, ending the fight, but more importantly, starting a fire in me that I had long extinguished before the beach. It was the fire of revenge, and now, it burned white hot!