A Stab In The Front (Roblox Knife Simulator)

Chapter 1: Training day

By:Lucas (butter)
Name: Buttermanz
Kills: 0
Money: 0

The sound of clashing blades rings in the air. I'm surrounded by enemies, at least four and each one holds a blade as long as they are tall. They wield these swords as if they weigh nothing. Tossing them almost faster than the eye can see. Everything is a blur of action; impossible to follow. I dart my eyes back and forth but am unable to find an opening, before a second passed, a massive blade impaling my chest broke my concentration. I had no time for pain, my vision was already going dark.

"I Don't know what's going on..." I murmured. My vision was restored and my body is whole. Not a scratch or scar on my skin, or a tear in my clothes. I clearly remember dying, but I can't answer why I returned. The temperature was neutral. Not too hot and not too cold. Perfect for battle. If I strained my ears I can still hear the clashes of swords, sharp metal tearing through flesh and the screams of rage and triumph. Around me were old wooden buildings. Not too far away was a large fence and a massive yellow crane that stretched to the sky. I glanced up towards the sky to see there were lots of clouds, but not so much that it became dark. There was enough light coming through the clouds to make it easy to see, but not so much light that you are blinded by looking towards the sun. Then I looked down at my deep red outfit with designs of crossed swords. On my hip there was a knife hidden inside a brown leather sheath. A tiny knife. I pulled it out with my right hand, It was thick metal and felt heavy for its size. It shone a dull grey in the light, Nothing spectacular about it. The grip was perfectly shaped for the size of my hand. As if it was created just for me.
A whoosh of the air caught my attention. I looked up and as soon as I focused my eyes, a short blade much like the one i am holding now rushed mere inches my head. A person standing some 30 feet away stood still, their arm still extended from the throw. It seems i've found the culprit. I cupped my hands around my mouth and shouted, "Hey! Why are you trying to kill me? I didn't do anything!" I gripped my knife tightly.
"Pffft haha, you're a noob huh? Killing is all there is here. It's kill or be killed. Stand still and die by my blade or fight back in vain. Your choice." The person with a red hat, sunglasses, and golden headphones looked at me. His knife has somehow appeared in his hands once more without retrieving it.
Kill or be killed, huh? That phrase sounds familiar. If i wait too long, he is definitely going to try to kill me again. I don't know how to fight, but in that scenario, there is at least hope. I can only guess that "Noob" means "New", because that's exactly what I am. This guy looks intimidating. His knife may look like mine, but it has an orange glow that looked strangely like flames, but he doesn't seem bothered by it in the slightest. If fighting is my only chance, then that's all there is to it. I rose my knife and pointed it towards him with an extended arm. It just feels right. It's an acceptance of a challenge.
My new enemy smirked and remarked, "Good choice. You can call me Elon, by the way." Without warning, he lifted his right arm and flung his blade high into the air. It was racing towards me, but it was easy to see and it fell with great speed. I easily sidestepped it. The knife flew harmlessly into a wooden wall of an old building behind me. Wait. I looked behind me, the flames around his knife could cause a fire! As i turned, the knife in the building disappeared. Leaving no trace that it has ever been stuck to the wall. Not even scorch marks.
"Keep your eyes on me!" Another grey knife flew past my vision. "I thought you wanted to fight! Don't just stand there and waste my time!" he taunted.
"Eh. Might as well give it a shot.." I said under my breath. I looked at him, judged the distance and threw my knife. If flew! ......And hit the ground 10 feet in front of my target. He laughed loudly. Louder than he should have. He was mocking me. Before I realized it, my knife was returned to my hand in a blink. I didn't even notice it. While my opponent was bent over laughing at my pathetic throw, I tried again. A little higher this time. I aimed and threw. It sank into the ground at the man's feet.
My enemy's laughter cut short. "Look at you! You learn pretty fast! It won't save you though." He threw yet another knife in my direction. I instinctively moved the knife in my hand in front of my face, but the knife he threw at me flew by to my right. By the smirk on his face, he missed on purpose. Still mocking my inexperience.
"I see. So this is how I fight." I clenched my fist around the hilt of my knife and threw again, yet higher than my previous attempt. My knife collided with nothing but the air in which my enemy occupied moments before. He was now sprinting towards me in a charge. He was fast, but not so fast that my knife reappeared in my hand once more. Moved back to make distance between the knife wielding man charging at me. I threw yet again. It whizzed by him. When my knife came back, he was merely a few meters from me. He was going for melee combat. I braced myself against the collision of our knives. I felt the vibration going through my hand as the two blades sliced each other. Neither had a dent or scratch. In a second, he was moving his arm for a backhand swing. I could only hold my knife against it and keep moving back. I was on the defensive. Left, right left, right, he swung back and forth, continuously driving me back.
I have a distant memory of a phrase I learned long ago. In order to win, you must attack. No battle can be won defensively. These words echoed within my mind, driving my will to survive. Releasing adrenaline into my veins. I imagined thrusting my short blade into his chest that was protected by nothing but a thin plaid jacket. One of his slices missed my knife and cut my sleeve. Sharp pain of a cut rocketed up my arm, but I knew it was shallow. This was my chance. I lunged forward. My opponent didn't have time to recover from the swing and guard my attack. He was wide open. The blade slid into his chest with surprisingly little resistance. The surprised look on his face was priceless. His eyes boggled and his mouth was open.
He whispered, "Heh...Noob." And then he disappeared into nothingness. Not a trace of him was left. No blood on my knife. No blood on the ground. No body for me to stare at. I had just killed someone. I feel oddly empty. I had never killed anyone until now. In this world I do not recognize but I remember no other. But I do remember being killed once before. Does that mean he will come back as well? That thought lifted my spirits a little.

End of chapter 1
Name: Buttermanz
Kills:1
Cash: 32
Stars in this Chapter: Elon Busk
(Bloxguy87)