The Trials

Katana

I couldn't believe it, Max and I, the last survivors.

I was beginning to trust him a bit more, if we got out of this alive, it would make us friends, something like that.

But there was one problem that struck my mind, Max kept looking at me, in a vicious way, it was frightening.

We arrived at the last destination, hopefully the last, after all, this man must've wanted to kill us both. We saw a rusty and old stadium, like an arena sort stadium, It's hard to believe he wanted us to fight each other to survive, that's like forcing two guinea pigs to get 1 piece of food.

I guess I was right.

"Hello, both of you."

"I have set out a task, but, this time, it's your choice."

What did he mean by it's your choice?

"You must choose between two tasks, fight, or carousel."

I shouted out, the thing I wanted, I didn't want to fight, Max most likely didn't want to either, we're, friends now.. I guess..

"Carousel!" I shouted on top of my lungs. I looked at Max, expecting him to nod, but instead, he didn't say anything, he just looked up at the camera and yelled, "Fight!"

This moment, my heart broke, Max had betrayed me. "I want to get out of this alive, no matter what it takes!" Max yelled with confidence, "Even if it means killing her," He pointed at me.

I was determined, to crush his bones like how he crushed me.

"Okay then, fight it is."

Goodbye Max.

We walked into the arena, dead eyes at each other. I grabbed my katana, and so did he.

"Let the fight begin"

I raged, running at him, he stabbed right into my stomach, making the wound bigger. Tumbling to the ground, I reached out for my katana, but no, he would stay there, foot on my weapon, crushing it. I grabbed his leg and twisted it, getting the katana and crawling away.

He grabbed my leg and dragged me back, as soon as I reached him, I gave him a slash on his eye, blood raging to my face. "Argh!" He grunted, I got up, dangling around, trying to gain my stealth, he punched me.

Falling to the ground, my last moment of life, I knew I would die here.

Fortunately, I was wrong.

I rolled to the edge, sprinting towards him, stabbed right in his back, we both fell to the ground. I stared at him as we laid down, "We can't end like this," I muttered, "Yeah, not we, you." He sighed, he then stabbed me in the back.

I'm dead.

I'm gone.

Not strong.

Not weak.

Just, dead.

Wishing I was wrong again, but, truly, I'm dead.

Tears, spilling out, last moments of my life before my eyes.

"Max.."

"What?" He looked towards me,

"I cheated,"

I stepped up, barely walking, stabbed him repeatedly in his body, blood spilling out, I saw a fan, the type of fan Krissy died from. I grunted and dragged Max towards it, "No! Natalie!" Max cried, I chucked him, waiting for it to suck him up.

His last words were

"I love you,"