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Semi-Finals: Entries

Drako's POV

The car arena. That could only mean one thing if we were already at the race track... "Welcome tributes!" Brielle's voice called, and I resisted the childish urge to plug my ears. Her information might be useful. "I know the Games just started, but the viewers got bored and selected you ten to go straight to the semi-finals, so congratulations!"

Wow, the top 10. That meant I had a ten percent chance at winning and being able to protect Sprink in the Decade, and that was all I wanted. Marik was right when he said the dead shouldn't walk amongst the living, but if it was giving me a chance to fight to keep Sprink alive, then I didn't care.

Speaking of Marik, where were he, Becka and Sycamore? We'd made a deal to stick together until the end. We'd also agreed that if Marik, Becka or I won, we'd protect both Ellie and Sprink. If Sycamore won, well... They'd probably end up protecting him.

After I scanned a look across the arena, I found my three allies at a car next to me. We hopped in the car and an automated voice started talking to us. "Welcome, semi-finalists. Each of you gets to bring one person to you in the arena. Don't worry, these people are not able to die in here."

I scowled. That's what they'd said last time, and it had resulted in Jamie dying. Could I really trust them again? More importantly, did I have a choice? "Drako Storm, select your partner." Obviously, I had to choose someone. This was probably how they would keep us obedient. If we broke the rule, our loved one died.

A keyboard appeared on the screen, and I quickly typed in my choice. "Sprink Storm," it read, before a flash of light brought him to me. Becka went to type in her choice while Sprink and I were reunited. This felt great, even though I might still die, at least I got to see my baby brother again. "Ellie Reed." The voice announced, before Ellie arrived in the car.

Becka ran to Ellie, pulling her into a quick hug. These two may not be related by blood, like Sprink and I, but they were just as much a family as us. I admired that, I really, honestly did. "I'm sorry, Yuki Nakamura is not available." The machine read, in its monotone voice.

We heard Sycamore sob and raced to him. "It's not fair! You two get your siblings, but I can't get my best friend. And do you know why?" He turned to Becka. "Because you killed her! This is all your fault!" He rammed his fist into the screen, breaking the machine that brought our tributes.

I turned to apoligize to Marik, but he interrupted me, as if he were reading my thoughts. "Don't worry about it, there's nobody left I love anyways." i quickly noticed that all the other cars had already left, carrying individual tributes. That wasn't good, only the first six to complete all hundred laps got across the door, and since there were four of us, we needed to be in the first three cars.

I sat in the driver's seat. After all, Becka and I were the only ones who had an actual license and knew best how to drive cars, but Becka was such a slow driver we'd never catch up. "Step on it!" Sprink shouted, and I laughed.

"You know it, little bro!" I pounded my foot down on the gas, and the car zoomed, yet I was still easily able to steer the wheel to make us turn through each lap. 23... 24... 25...

This wasn't good. The other people had such a big head start that even my most reckless driving wouldn't help us catch up. That's when I saw the big red button. "Don't press the red button!" Becka yelled. Wimp. She was scared of the big red button that had danger written on it.

I pressed the button, and the car zoomed at twice the speed, going twice as fast as the other cars. By the time I reached fifty, the other cars were only ten laps ahead of us. By seventy-five, they were at eighty.