Victim

Victim . One

One

I stand against the bursts of wind that slants trees backwards, which also causes birds to fly in all directions, paranoid. Today is the day I - even the animals who becomes alarmed - get off the Bermuda Triangle's island. Who will the Victim be? Of course, in the Victim trial, we're all victims, but it must be prodigous to the gods who must love to see us all crave to get one item.

I want the Victim to be someone I like because, mostly everyone hates me personally, or by the rumors people tell - and that's extremely long. I get up and walk back to village thinking. When I get to the village, I'm instantly shove into a long line of people, near 300 or more.

A woman, with a voice that makes everyone go silent, explains the rules of Victim trial. Number One: certain types of people can take certain types of damages. For example, if someone slices someone else's head, that is 100% because in regular human terms, that's an automatic death. Then it is combined with the damage on your watch already. If you lose that watch, you're literally going to explode.

She shouts at us to take out our compacts. They are golden and reflective. We keep some unknown object in there because it's only openable every 100 years. The day of Victim. Supposedly, we upset the gods so in return, they let our population bloom for a century before we all endure Victim trial. Most people from the higher class, unlike me, get a maximum of 70 times than the usual 1,000. Luckily for me, I'll have 5,000.

It's a blue-yellow pill that gives off a strange scent. I place it in my hand only to almost drop it by being startled by a tap.

"Can I have yours? Please?" a little girl begs. "I don't know where mines is at - I couldn't get it."

I place the pill behind my back and my lips smile. "Why should I waste my life because of your mistake?"

"I'm only eleven!" People look now. "You've lived for so much longer!"

"I would love to give you mines. Although, I will die before the trial has started and I will loose the prize. I want the prize as much as you. Your mistake is not my fault."

Her mouth opens in shock. "How can you say that?"

"Simple. I use my mouth to form words and my vocal chords to produce sound." I reply, sending her a angry glare. "Such a shame, you will die young and stupid with your final word being 'that'."

Her body explodes on cue before she even had a chance to retort. I snapped my head to my opposite side and put my hands over my face. I now look down at the row and smile at them. Unfourtunately, her explosion did send blood and flesh flying, so that's one more thing they'll add to my ever-growing hate list. They glare at me as if I'm insane. That's impossible - I stopped being insane awhile ago. Everyone, except me, places the pill into their mouths and instantly collapses to the ground. I place mine in my mouth and follow along with the string of collasped people.

I don't have to open my eyes to know I'm sitting on a chair. My eyes offically open to see a black room with neon, red lines, forming a grid. It seems the color red is supposed to make us feel uneasy or angry. I get off the chair when two swords appear out of the sky. I snatch them and only have enough time to step backwards when a angry lioness appears in front of me, striking with a large paw.

I simply jerk my right foot behind my left foot, but this feline seems to be more intellegent than I thought. She uses her other paw to claw my foot, so I jerk that one back also. This repeats for four times, just under half a dozen of seconds. Although, it seems her paws craved for my now useless, bladeless swords. I fling the things away.

"What did I do to you?" I say to the lioness, she responds by attempting to pounce on me. "Bring it on, kitty." I taunt and simply bound out of danger. She seems to heard me and comprehends it. The female beast roars and unleashes unnatural, long and black claws. It does not induce fear in me - not visible or mental fear - yet I feel my heart pumping.

"I don't care if you have claws or not," I inform while rolling my eyes to the feline. The carnivore growls at the comment.

She releases a series of attacks with her paws. I'm able to stop most of them, though it appears this little kitty knows what I plan and claws various part of my skin. Kicking the stupid bag of fur, I run to the other side of the room, taking her shape and physical condition, as I might need this later. The beast exhales deeply and watches me and ponders about me too.

"Ready to dance, you carnivorous freak produced by man?"

The carnivorous freak launches herself at me, pinning me down on the oil black ground. The lioness secures top mount position, strangely like a human. Her legs are not help her stand. They appear to wrap around my legs. In fact, between quick slices, I see her stomach seems weak. Feeble.

"Lets see what's under this fur," I mutter while grabbing her stomach and yank my arm upwards, unimpressed by how easily it comes off in my fist, and out crumbles a robotic frame.

Moments later, I exit the testing room. I am forced to go in the lobby with other citizens. My temporary adopter is there. Jasmine, I think and scowl.

"How did it go?" she says worried clearly showing to me.

I smirk. "Fine. I assume well from you. I can't wait to kill you." I laugh at the thought. How can I do kill her? I mean, which way to kill her?

Jasmine gasps. "Is that all you do?" She clenches her fists as if she could actually hit me and not fail. "Kill people? First you murder your siblings, nearly your mother and father, and now me?"

My eyes widen slightly. "Of course, gaurdian of mine. I won't kill someone without a reason, although."

"What reason did the girl have, then?"

I smile and somehow everyone in the room winces. "Being too cute," I say ominously. It seems no one understands my joke. The mother, which is so obvious, cries.

Once I sit, people near me dash to get away. "What idiots gave birth to you?" I growl. Why do they believe those lies? I'm pretty sure the woman only sits by my side because she has to, which angers me more.

"Attention." says someone over the speakers. "We have the Victim - "

People whisper: Not Sage - I want to kill her!

I think: Pick me - I'd love to destroy anyone who tries to capture me.

Sadly, I am not picked. Who is pick, I hate him.

"Father." I hiss, not looking at him. "Why in the world did you get pick?"