Tales of the Premium Field

Chapter 4 - Ash's tale : Part 2

Every five years an annual event was held. In this event, 50 competitors would fight to the death, until 20 competitors remain. These twenty would be let aboard the Premium Field and protect the scientist and geographers as they study unidentified planets and search for new life beyond our galaxy.

The fifth people that are chosen have to apply a form, with their name, their skills and some details about their own past life. Earth's Planet Protector and the Presidents from each country would gather the applications study the information on the forms and then decide who would be the contesters that will compete for their country and will go forth to fight for our planet!

10 people from Asia (India, China, Korea, Japan).

10 people from Europe (Germany, France, England, Scotland, Ireland, Wales).

10 people from The Southern Hemisphere (Australia, New Zealand, South Africa).

10 people from America (South and North).

and 10 people from countries that aren't classified in any continents such as Eritrea, Papa New Guinea, Egypt, Sweden.

Once these limited people are selected, 3 days are spent training and communicating with the other contestants.

Then the games begin! The rivalry and determination begin as they fight to become one of twenty survivors, out of fifty, to leave the Planet begins!

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It was 2053, the sixth annual event in history! Now this stranger wants me to take his badge of honour from the Premium Field and finish what he started! With that badge, I would remember that the only reason why I was signing up for this tournament was to honour this crashed soul less pilot and to get a job to prove to my family that I am a valuable member to the family and that I respect them!

It was Monday, 20th of February 2053. Five days until the last day to submit applications! Six days till the announcement of the contesters! Seven days until the first day of training! Ten days until the beginning of the tournament! But! But! My form hadn't arrived in the post yet! Out in the farmlands, you get everything six days later than everyone in the city.

It was starting to worry me. So I removed my leg out of the bed slowly and folded the bed sheet to the other half and jumped out of my bed. I slipped on some cream shorts and a white vest and walked out of my room. Stepping slowly and steadily, so that the floorboards wouldn't creak and I wouldn't disturb the extended family.

I walked past my Uncle and Aunts room. They had a fan rattling as it crept from one angle to the other. My Uncle looked like he was restless, adjusting his pillow and rolling his body from one side to the other. Whereas my Aunt was the opposite, her hands were grabbing tightly to her pillow, yet her shoulders were relaxed and the rest of her body was still.

I crept past them and reached the lounge without disturbing anyone

The crashed pilot had collapsed into a wooden chair and had been snoring all night! My aunt put a creamy silk blanket over his legs before she went to bed so that he wouldn't wake up to the freezing breeze that stunned the farmlands at 5 in the morning, during sunrise. He was relaxed, silent and appeared dead. But he was breathing; he was just in a deep sleep.

Harley was asleep on his brown puffed up tiny bed. I crept past him, knowing that only the slightest noise would trigger him to awaken.

I made it to the door without making a sound and without waking anyone! I opened the back framed door.

"EEEEEEEKKKKKKKKK!"

The door squeaked extremely loudly. I cringed tightly, forcing my razor white teeth into my crusty red lips, which causes blood to pour out of my mouth and down my cheek. It dropped onto the floor gradually. The door opened to its full length and no one woke up! I released my teeth from my lips and used my pink tongue to lick up the remaining blood in the lip. I then slowly forced the door back into the stable lock position.