Facility 778

The Vying

Mary P.O.V
It was the day, the day I was dreading for the past three. The day before I wasn't allowed in my room, I was put into a cell as I would call it, "The Preparation Room" was the official term. I didn't want to sleep but I knew I had to, I needed to be sharp if I was to be successful. That doesn't mean I slept well. I had only ever watched Vyings, I had only seen them on the screens.
Morning came slowly, but once it did I was awoken far before the announcement came on. I was escorted to the vying arena and placed inside a dark room. I just sat there and waited, in the dark, alone, waiting, just waiting.
Marcus P.O.V
I still had an uneasy feeling from what happened a few days ago, I never went back to Dr. Montesinos and still had no idea what happened that day. I had been waking up after the announcements had came on, which was very abnormal for me, "All subjects report to the main hall. To the main hall." That day was a special day of the month, I assumed today was the day of the Vying, it was always a surprise, there was never a set day.
The herd made its way toward the main hall, thousands upon thousands of people were crowding into the large room. Mr. Williams was standing behind a podium, on a stage with three gargantuan screens behind him. There was chatter, a lot of it, I found Shawn in the tame chaos, we found two seats as Mr. Williams came over the microphone. "Quiet, quiet please everyone," his voice was stern but kind at the same time, "Obviously, today is a special day. Today is the chosen day of our Vying." The crowd erupted into applause, including myself, it was always an entertaining event. Mr. Williams continued, "Now, this time we have a gracious volunteer," an image of Waters flashed onto one of the screens, she was in a Preparation Room, a bright light shining on her, "Number 3363," Mr. Williams stated, gesturing to the screen, "is there anyone else who would like to volunteer, if not we shall select someone." I didn't know what came over me, I stood up, and raised my hand. I felt Shawn staring at me, I always could, he always found out what I was thinking. He was trying to do it again, it wasn't very hard for him to get into my head.
"I'll do it," I stated loud enough for Mr. Williams to hear me. He snapped his fingers and two Officials escorted me out of the room to another, which was dark and cold. I felt them strap something onto my chest and heard the door behind me close.

Mary P.O.V
Before I was sent into another dark room, two Officials entered the room and strapped a small camera on my chest. I was shoved into the dark room before me, I was putting up quite a bit of resistance but I wasn't physically strong enough to fight them off, my mind was in to much of a state of panic for anything I tried to do to be effective. As a result, I was shoved into the cold dark room I dreaded ever going into. It was pitch black I couldn't see my own hands.
A voice came over the speaker, "You have two minutes," it said mechanically, "find your weapon."
I tried my best to stay calm knowing that I could only control my power if I stayed so.
I closed my eyes and tried to see. I placed my hands on the ground. Staying in my position, I 'felt' the room around me, trying to find anything irregular, a picture was beginning to materialize in my head, but something obstructed my 'view'. It was about a foot long and located in the back left hand corner, that had to be the weapon. I moved my hand in its direction, I heard a f'twang and felt a wooden handle in my hand. I ran my opposite hand up the handle and onto a sharp blade, it was longer than expected.
The intercom cracked to life, "Your time is up," the mechanical voice stated as a door before me opened. The walls around me began to close in, I was forced out onto a field of white. There were structures of various shapes, grid lines were all over the stadium. I was so confused, whenever I watched on the screens, it look as though the two opponents were in a wooded area, it was never anything like what I was seeing.
I looked down at my weapon, a machete, sharpened and ready too kill. I heard a noise ,a faint one. I looked up to see where it came from. I saw a man, my opponent, from across the large arena. We met eyes but he didn't see me. I decided to use this advantage. I tucked my machete in my belt and started the journey to him.
His dark hair made him stick out like a sore thumb against the white arena. Eventually I was in a position behind what would be a boulder, with my opponent only about fifty feet in front of me. The only reason I wanted to fight was because I knew that without a show neither of us would be getting out anytime soon.
I decided to take a chance, go for it, I wanted out. Little did I know he was waiting to do the same. As I emerged from my hiding place, I locked eyes with him, and we just stared, for ten seconds we just stared. Then I took the first swing.
Pulling my machete from my belt as I ran toward him, holding it like a batter ready to hit. I swung at his torso but he leapt back, I missed him but gave him permission to attack me. Attack me he did. He came at me like a charging bull, I nicked his shoulder, I drew blood but it didn't seem to affect him. He took me down and knocked the blade out of my hand, sending it flying toward my hiding spot.
I was being pinned, I felt the same strength I had felt when I was tackled in the mess hall. I was loosing control, he raised his fist and hit the ground by my face, the hard slate crumbled under his hand. Small, sharp debris left small marks on my face. They stung, I felt the shards lodged in my left cheek.
One of my hands were free. I placed my left hand on his chest as he was winding to throw another punch. Before he was able to, he was propelled off me and into a white prosthetic tree. His blood looked bright against the clean tree , I could feel my blood falling down my face and neck, the red was gathering on the floor. I heard his heavy footsteps. I looked up to see him standing straight again and coming for me. I backed away and swept my hand upward, the cables beneath the flooring responded and grappled onto his right wrist. His eyes were suddenly filled with realization, he now saw what I did. Volts of electricity surged through his body, yet he was still standing. He was trying to pull the cables off of himself. I lifted my other hand, more cables snaked around his left arm. He fell to his knees but was still resisting them. I pulled my hands apart and the cables did the same, pulling the man down and apart. He screamed, it was surely causing his shoulder an immense amount of pain. Without me doing anything, the hidden machete flew upward and placed itself just before the conscious man's forehead.
The mechanical voice played again, "Winner, 3363," I released him, and he crumpled to the floor, still breathing. I looked drown at the damage I cause, I was horrified by what I did. Uniformed beings came, stretcher in tow, and carried the man away. I felt a hesitant hand on my shoulder. I turned to see my Doctor, my only friend in this entire place. But as I turned he backed away slightly, Dr. Montesinos, was scared of me. It was only for a second, but it was still there. He slowly came towards me, he reached for my balled fist. He took it in his own and unfurled my fingers. He held it tightly and wiped away the tears I didn't know were falling from my face, "Let's go,"  he said with a gentle smile. I simply nodded as we stepped over the damage my opponent and I caused. He led me out of the arena that I never wanted to go in again.