Apprentice

Chapter 15: Desperation

Note: The difference between the Yogcast survival games and the Crafted games is that the Yogscast games hurt more. In the Team Crafted ones they don't actually hurt when you hit them. Sounds a bit complicated. But to put it simply, the Crafted games are different! And yes, I did use some of the lyrics from Bajan's new song, Hunger Games. 

Mitch's POV

Lounging on my sofa, I kick up my feet. The house was strangely quiet. Liam had always been quiet, but at least I knew he was there. Now the air was still, and eerily empty. I was bored too. Usually, I would just go visit Jerome or go talk to Liam for a bit. But I had visited Jerome for hours before and Liam was away. Who knows what could happen to him out there? I sigh-I needed to stop worrying about him. He was going to be fine. But he was so close to the boundary line...

A knock at the door lures me out of my thoughts. Heaving myself off the comfy fabric of the sofa, I trudge to the door. Opening it, a grinning Sky greets me. "Hey Mitch! We're doing another survival games, if you want to do one. You look kinda bored anyway." Looking away, I consider it. It had been years since I had done a survival games. The last time was with Jerome. Maybe I should start doing it again, like a hobby...it would give me something to do at least. "When do they start?" I grunt, and his grin widens. "Right now!" Sighing, I scowl as I follow him outside. He begins to sprint, yelling at me to run or we will be late. Stretching, I begin to sprint after him.

We get to the arena, packed full of players from Team Crafted. Some had even come from outside Team Crafted to play, like Antvenom, and CaptainSparklez. "And finally, the last pair! His Royal Highness Sky and the master pvper Bajan Canadian returns after three years of no survival games!" I enter the arena, shielding away from the sunlight. The crowd cheering and wooping for us is deafening and a small smile finds its way onto my lips as I take my place on an empty quartz podium. 

The crowd counts down. "Good to see you back Bajan!" "Nice to see you Mitch!" I'm greeted by everyone around me, grins and nods surrounding me. I nod back politely, and take off the podium a the countdown finishes and the cannons sound. My feet thud across the ground, adrenaline pumping. This was what I was born to do. I would win for Jerome. Determination fills me up and a broad grin rises up as I manage to get an Iron chestplate, and a wooden sword with an apple. 

Sprinting away, I pull the chesplate on and sprint into the forest. The thudding of feet behind me makes me speed up. "Mitch, wait bro! I'm on your team!" Sky calls after me. I slow down a little bit, adrenaline still pulsing as I glance around quickly to see if there's anyone around. "I'm not teaming!" I laugh. He blinks at me. "Aw come on!" "You should of learnt how to play!" I grin, slamming my sword into his arm. He grins and backs away. "You should of seen my last hunger games" I chuckle before chasing after him.

(Sorry for the short POV but I want to get this bit out of the way)

Deamon's POV

Teleporting instantly from the frowning Tia and chuckling lightly to myself, I end up in the grassy plains at the bottom of the hill where Ridgedog's towering mansion stood proudly. I pause to check my surroundings-I hadn't bothered with my invisibility. Why should I? The mortal cannot do anything to hurt me. Craning my neck up, I take off into the air, running my hand through my short brown hair, and floating up and phasing through a window. I know all too well this was Tia's bedroom, but what surprised me was who was in it.

Ridgedog was stretched out on her bed, his face in her pillow, lying on his stomach. His hair was messier than before, and he was clutching her cape like he was in Tia's thoughts. "Hello friend" I greet him, peering round the shadowy room. He lifts his head up wearily, his eyes tired. "Not in the mood, Deamon," he replies before slumping his head back onto the pillow. Wandering round the room, I study Tia's desk, loaded with pictures of intricate traps of torture, no doubt the work Ridge set her to do. There was a small teddy bear sat on one corner of the desk, the one that I gave her. I told her it had soothing powers embedded in it, as it was made for kids when they went on a tantrum, but I knew she was going to be under a lot of stress working for Ridgedog.