Megan Heartly

I. One down, one to go.

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swinging the metal rode with much force than needed, it cut through the air dangerously and threateningly, promising nothing but death.

The moment it came into contact with my opponents head, I felt the metal rode vibrate intensively and this resulted to the pain in the joints of my fingers. I did not let it go, instead, I swung again with greater force than before and this was where I heard it crack.

Splashes of blood landed on my white shirt imprinted with the organisations logo. I gulped and took a few steps back, staring as I watched his limp body twitch on the ground while blood took it's place around him.

His eyes were half closed and his fingers kept twisting into fists, spread out and did all kinds of stuff.

I watched him die.

I killed him.

He coughed out gallons of blood, his body turning over in the process.his once white shirt was now dyed a deep dying red. The nasty crack on the side of his head was killing him, and that's what they wanted.

Death.

They ravished in the sight of blood and death was their fuel. I knew what their intentions were and it was hurting everyone else.

Suddenly, the boy took in a sharp breathe and arched his back so high off the ground, his body trembling as life left him.

I wish I could help.

Even though I did this.

He would have done the same thing to me and yet do so little to help.

It was either me or him. And I wouldn't get an easy fall out just yet.

His body then crushed to the ground and a loud bang filled my ears but I did not take my eyes off his body. He had a twin brother here, and I know his brother wouldn't be so happy about this. They always fought side by side together and won victoriously. But they saw how caring these two were and decided to separate them. The twin still breathing at the moment was very strong and focused. He was a determined young man and knew everyone's weaknesses straight while fighting, while his brother was fast, but not strong enough, he was weak and unfocused, paid more attention figuring out how to kill the person instead of when.

The thing was, everyone can die with blades, gunshots, harsh beating so there was no point in trying to choose which weapon can kill specific people.

"Good!" I glanced up to the glass stage where they monitored me, the man with long dark hair clasped his hands together, grinning at me with respect and pride. "Excellent! You my friend, are getting a reward. Next!"

I growled under my breathe, casting him a masked glare before turning to the door I came in through. I clenched my fists and relaxed them, knowing what heavy breathing was behind the doors. The heavy breathing of anger from a twin brother.

The door slid open and the fresh air rushed into my lungs, replacing the blood scented air with perfume scented air.

I glanced at the frightened eyes staring at me, nearly jumping out of their own sockets. Telling me messages to hope that I don't meet the twin, but I stand my ground and fear is only an aspect of life, an aspect I choose to cage away from me.

The closer I walked to the twin sitting face down and fists glued together, the more the tension in the atmosphere rose.

I cleared my throat and kept my chest high, only to know at the moment, that I was afraid of him now.

I made it an effort to speed walk past him and it worked. He didn't look up for even a second and didn't seem like he was intending to.

I went ahead to my dorm and typed in the password. The door opened softly without a sound and I stepped into the room, hearing it close behind me with a swift small sound similar to a whistle.

I walked straight into the bathrooms, taking my old dirty clothes off only to find a fresh pair neatly folded on a small glass stool.

I stepped into the shower and opened the water, allowing myself to soak into the warm goodness. A moan escaped my lips when the warm water rushed down my back and left a fresh sensation despite the torture I had to do in that room.

I ran my fingers through my hair and and across my face, trying to get the soap out, at the same time, my fear of this twin out.

If I recall correctly, his name was Zain.

A boy who showed no fear and always won. Those were the reasons we never fought.

They think I and Zain are far the best than everyone else and if they had to throw more victims to see if we survive every round, then they'd do it. A few players are also making it to the top rake and if they are lucky enough, they won't have to face either me or Zain.

Another bang echoed the dorm and I nearly jumped at the sound only to relax and sigh out, closing the water and. Stepping out.

"Bravo Zain!" For some reason, I felt my soul leave my body when the announcer screamed that out.

If I'm correct, that must be the last fight for today, if not, I'd have to face Zain all alone in here. And who knows what he's capable of doing.

I tried studying him when he fought over the screen in the hallway so that if I do get into the room with him, I know how to end him without giving him the chance to end me unknowingly. Yet I never caught the slightest mistake in his movements or his striking.

They were always perfect and calculated. I last a good ten minutes in the ring with the middle trained opponents while he lasts half of my time.

I slip into the shorts and pull on the shirt, staring into the body length mirror as I examined myself.

I was never that much of an attraction. My brunette hair never got straight, my brown eyes just never seemed that daring or amusing either. I had an almost perfectly sculpted body but no one ever looked in my direction twice.

It could be fear of getting closer to me, or I was hideous. There were many couples around, back when we had to chose pairs, I'd always end up with the youngest girl of the group. She's still alive and I'm thankful, she was my only best friend and I loved her because she reminded me of my little sister who died in a fire incident I believed was caused by them.