The First Redemption Games (1-5) & The Writer Games | 6 - 7

Finals: Marik

He leaped to his feet and ignored the blaring pain sending sirens through his body. Tendrils of fear fought in his stomach, but were overcome by his hunger for food and battle.

Dirt flew behind him as he leaped at the spear and wrapped his finger tightly around the smooth edge. With a roar, the beast leaped at him. Its two rows of thirteen teeth bared their anger at him full force. Fresh blood and death filled his nostrils.

Marik let out his own primal roar, giving the beast a slight hesitation. Slight, but long enough for him to twist around and thrust the spear through the beast's mouth. It came out the other side with the same noise the quicksand had made as it spat him out.

He pushed the thing off himself and crawled over to another brand and snapped it over a rock. Using that and his spear, Marik began to retrieve his meal. These games better end soon, or he would run this oasis into the ground. Alone with no knowledge of how to escape the forest, Marik first finished carving the animal into pieces and made a fire. As the meat cooked, Marik used some of the beast's blood to draw a map on the rather large rock wall that surrounded the oasis. A map of the desert.

If he didn't survive this, then maybe he could at least help out another lab rat.

Muttering and grumbling, Marik broke a different branch off the same tree and used it to stand. Rather than putting on his shirt, he ripped it into threads and wrapped them tightly around his calf. That would hopefully hold for now.

"I don't get injured the entire damn game and then a pile of sand deals a great blow," Marik said, trudging onto the oasis.

He froze in place. Marik could have sworn that at that instance his heart leaped out of his chest and slammed against the top of his throat, sending his jaw crashing into the sand.

One of the other contestants was there, drinking water from the pure lake. Their face was covered with dirt so he couldn't identify him, but Marik did see the rather sharp stick laying beside the other.

Sucking in his breath, Marik pivoted on his good foot and ducked into a bush. The person's head swiveled his way, their glassy eyes scanned everything in his direction. But gratefully, the missed him, quietly swearing as ants crawled over his arms.

Then there was a low growl, emanating from a place not that far away. Slowly, Marik raised his head. His eyes met a pair of brilliant yellow eyes, bloodlust leaking from them in forms of blood.

The beast growled again, a low rumble that caused tribute—whatever their name was—to turn their head and scream. The creature was instantly upon them, tearing their limbs off and spraying blood into the pure water.

There goes my drink, Marik though sarcastically. The beast had to die. If he couldn't have water, he wanted something to eat.

Muttering and grumbling, Marik broke a different branch off the same tree and used it to stand. Rather than putting on his shirt, he ripped it into threads and wrapped them tightly around his calf. That would hopefully hold for now.

"I don't get injured the entire damn game and then a pile of sand deals a great blow," Marik said, trudging onto the oasis.

He froze in place. Marik could have sworn that at that instance his heart leaped out of his chest and slammed against the top of his throat, sending his jaw crashing into the sand.

One of the other contestants was there, drinking water from the pure lake. Their face was covered with dirt so he couldn't identify him, but Marik did see the rather sharp stick laying beside the other.

Sucking in his breath, Marik pivoted on his good foot and ducked into a bush. The person's head swiveled his way, their glassy eyes scanned everything in his direction. But gratefully, the missed him, quietly swearing as ants crawled over his arms.

Then there was a low growl, emanating from a place not that far away. Slowly, Marik raised his head. His eyes met a pair of brilliant yellow eyes, bloodlust leaking from them in forms of blood.

The beast growled again, a low rumble that caused tribute—whatever their name was—to turn their head and scream. The creature was instantly upon them, tearing their limbs off and spraying blood into the pure water.

There goes my drink, Marik though sarcastically. The beast had to die. If he couldn't have water, he wanted something to eat.