The Things I Hide

A Recall Of Events

Author's note:

I don't typically do this, but for the sake of foreshadowing, and your understanding of what is going on, I am doing a point of view change for this part. Do not get used to this, because this is not my style of writing. As I said. Keep thinking real hard. Why is Ssundee alive?
Enough of my rambling. On with it!

Bajan's point of view:

" Do you think I am going to let you off that easy? I don't think so." I taunt.

"Do you think I'm going to just let you kill me? I don't think so," he retorts with some dignity.    

 We have a fighter! We have a fighter!This should be fun. Lets have some fun. Why not? We have all day.

" I have to admit Dood, you are a funny man. Literally dumb, but funny. I like your ...spirit..." I complement, ready to propose a game that would decide whether he would live or die. Hey. I am a reasonable man. (Sometimes.)  It just gets boring. I love a fight to the death. This just makes it more fun.

There is a reason why I am the victor of countless Hunger Games.

My thoughts of having an honorable fight are thrown out the window when he punches me in the face.

HE DID NOT.

I stumble back, feeing the blinding, gritty feeling of dirt in my eyes.

D.E.D DEAD!

He starts running, while I to to get the dirt out of my eyes.

"SO THATS HOW YOU WANNA PLAY? YOU BETTER RUN FOR YOUR LIFE BECAUSE YOU HAVE HELL TO PAY WHEN WE GET YOU! " I scream.

Jerome had been hidden in the foliage, so I called out to him, in bacca language. No need to ruin the surprise.

"Can I go?" He asks.

"No mercy. Kill him! Go!"

He nods to me, and starts sprinting in the Dood's direction.

I continue to splash water in my eyes, and manage to clear them.

I dry my face on my shirt and run towards the action. It would be a shame if I missed it.

I want him DEAD.

As I am sprinting, my feet start to feel as heavy  as stone, and  I can't move them. I panic and try to free my feet from what ever is keeping them still.

Then, this....person.... dropped out of the trees in front of me. ( I think). My head can't comprehend what is happening at the moment. I know that she is there, but I can't focus. She?

"Hello Mitch." She says in this alluring voice. Hate burns in her dark hazel eyes, and I am afraid. But that won't stop me from fighting her.

"Let me go." I demand swinging my sword.

It gets lodged in her shoulder, but she doesn't move. What? I falter for a second, and she looks menacingly at me.

"Oh don't worry Mitch. You can't kill me to end your problems." She says and my hand lets go of the sword. Why did I do that? I did not mean too.

She pulls the sword out of her shoulder, and the wound closes up as if it were never even there.  She runs her hands over the blade removing the blood off of it. When she finishes, she hands the sword back to me. I take the hint and don't hit her again. Just a waste of energy, and will just make her mad.

Fine,
I thought,
I'll play your game.

"What do you want from me?" I question, knowing that she wouldn't have stopped me if she didn't want something from me.

"I am surprised that you even asked. I want you dead.... if you do not do what I want." I scoff and roll my eyes. I'm not surprised at her answer.

"What do you want?" I ask and cross my arms.

"Jerome is about to put Ssundee in a choke hold. Don't let him kill Ssundee. Allow him into Team Crafted."

"No"

"Are you so sure You dont want to? You should not anger me. I can do more damage than you ever could. Let me ask  you one more time. Save Ssundee. Let him be in your group."

"No. He will die."

"This could've been easy,"she says putting her hand on my head.
"But you will do exactly what I want."

"Yes, ma'am." I say and start walking away. I don't remember anything about what just happened.

"Mitch. Your sword. And hurry. He Is in the choke hold now."

"Yes, ma'am" I say and sprint to Jerome.

When I get there, I see the man lose consciousness.

"Let him go." I demand.

"What?"
"Do it."
"But you said..."

"I don't care! Do it now!!" I scream.

Shocked, Jerome lets go, and he falls to the ground.

I go cheak for a pulse, and find that he is still alive, but barely. I smile.

'You are a very good boy, Mitch. Now all you have to do for me, is become his friend. That shouldn't be too hard, right? If you become and stay his friend, you will not perish. Got that?'

'Yes ma'am. I will not fail you.'

"Come on Jerome. Let's take him to Sky's base"

End of point of view change.