The next time I opened my eyes, I noticed three things.
One: that I was in cuffed to the ground in the center of some type of arena filled with hundreds of people. It reminded me of the Coliseum in Rome.
Two: I some how had my clothes back on. No freaking idea how that happened.
Three: Hundreds of pairs of eyes were staring at me and then back to three men who were seated above the arena. It was loud and I couldn't really hear what anyone was saying.
Where the fuck was I?
One of three men, who seemed to be of some importance stood up and when he did, the room fell silent.
"Welcome rouge to our territory! Here we like to take advantage of criminals and put them to use. Tonight, you will be faced with obstacles and men will hunt you down in this arena. You will fight to the death. Because of your trespass, destruction of our land, disrespect to my son, and physical attacks against our people, you are here sentenced to die in this arena". His voice was booming and I won't lie, it kinda made me shrink back to what he was saying. But fight to the death in an arena? Come on, I know we live away from civilization, but are we that much of savages?.. I knew that there was no way to get out of this one. I was royally screwed.
Once his words clicked, my feisty, over-confident, psycho ego reacted to his words by... chuckling. In truth, I was shitting bricks but it was like a whole other being was taking a hold of me to survive. Now that I think of it, I usually do get over-confident when I am face to face to death.
The man's face seemed to be distressed when he saw that I was chuckling to myself. If the room wasn't silent before, it sure as hell was now. He was out of words and before he could react, I asked, "And let's say that, I survive whatever you throw at me, what do I get in return?"
He gave me a sharp look, simply said fearlessly, he said, "Tonight, you will die." And as he said those words, for once in my life, I was speechless. I felt an intense look on me, and as I looked up to see who it was, I saw the boy who I fought in the woods. The one who reeked of Alpha blood. I couldn't read his face. I don't know if he was happy or worried for me. And to be honest, I didn't care. Man what did I get mixed up in now.
Some women then entered through a doorway in the arena and took me away. They stripped off my clothes in silence and gave me some type of rags to wear. They painted my face and said some type of prayers over my head. I couldn't move, I was just in shock. I was still speechless but I knew what was going to come at nightfall. I was going to have to fight for my life and there would be no easy way out of this. But I could do this. I was strong. I had an inner strength that was powerful. I was a survivor.
I said my prayers and as the women walked me to the doorway of the arena, all I heard was cheering. The arena was lit up with huge fire places. I couldn't see anything but before the women opened the door to the arena, I shut my eyes and listened to my heartbeat quicken. I took a couple breaths and when I opened up my eyes again, I knew that tonight, I was not going to allow myself to die. Tonight, I was going to live and I was going to bring down every mother fucker that was thrown at me.
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