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

Chapter 17. Unpleasant Suprises

The week flew by, me going into that arena without my weapon, me having to play to a crazy, grudge driven child. I woke up every night,panting after dreaming about each kid I had killed that day. I was bruised in three different places, and almost had my arm dislocated from a particularly stubborn zombie. I had called asleep for a grand total of three hours, when I was kicked sharply in my ribs. "Guess what, Gaijin? You get to see a show before you die." A young voice snickered, forcing me to my feet. Trudging along the hallway, I noted that it was only one kid who had brought me down, and that each class had either a black cloth covering the door, or a white cloth. "The hell?" I said, slowing a bit,which earned me a jab in my back with the muzzle of the gun the boy carried. "You'll see in a second. Keep moving,or I'll turn ya into a cripple." After what had seemed like a monologue of death threats, and laughter that sounded like a weasel on helium, I found myself next to Yamato,and two other people who had bags over their heads, and their hands tied behind them. "Ah. Quinton. Just in time to watch the end." I turned to face the arena, and saw Maria be cornered by several zombies. Rushing to the railing, I made to jump in, only to feel the gun press against my skull. "Sit. Now!" He barked, a waver of fear ruining the commands power. Smacking the gun away, I leapt in, but my hesitation came too late, because Maria was grabbed, and brought down, zombies tearing into her. I tore through the crowd, crushing the dead with adrenaline fueled rage. Smashing the final zekes head against the wall, I crouched beside Maria, trying not to cry. "I tried to save you! Why did you do this?" I demanded, ignoring the silent arena. "T-to b-b-buy you t-time." She stuttered out, raising a shaking hand. Clasping it, I took my other hand, and put it against her forehead. "You do realize what must be done?" I asked,shifting my hand to the side of her head. She nodded, then yanked me close,smearing my shirt front with the blood from her torn open body. "Remember your promise." She whispered, and I nodded, putting my other hand on the other side of her face. "You're gonna be able to go home now... Go to your reward, and go in peace,fellow martial artist." I yanked her head to the left, then the right, ensuring death before she turned. The crack echoed in the arena, as if Maria's soul made one final goodbye before she departed. The echo had barely died, when Yamato's laughter rang out, causing me to whip around, my vision tinted with red. "Isn't that rich?" He roared, clutching his sides. "And that's not even the best part!" He snapped his fingers, and the two guards at his sides removed the bags from the two people, revealing Saeko and Katya's bruised, battered faces. "I found these two last night! Its funny how stupid people can be." He leapt down, taking the impact well. "To liven up the show, how about I throw in this deal? You win, I release the three of you,and not touch you ever again. But,if you lose, I get to kill you, and these two will be mine. What do you say?" He asked,that dumb grin nearly splitting his face in two. "How about if I kill your sorry ass, your people let us go?" I snarled,fists curling up. "Quinton!" Saeko screamed, then was silenced by a sharp slap. I tensed up, feeling my muscles swell with rage. Yamato snapped his fingers, and my katana, as well as my dagger,was thrown into the dirt between us. Yamato pick up my katana, and grinned. "I'm going to try and enjoy watching you bleed." I picked up my dagger, and felt something in my head snap. "I hope you made peace, you little shit. Your days of this bullshit grudge is over." Thunder boomed over head, threatening to rain on us. We eyed each other like tomcats before a fight,circling closer and closer. "I just have one question for you." I raised my eyebrow,wondering what could be so important. "Who do you think I should start with first? The Gaijin girl, or your purple haired bitch?" Roaring furiously, I charged at him, causing our blades to flash in the lightning, and our final match to start off.