There I was. A narrow room, with almost no space between the bed and the walls, would be my residence during that tournament. They didn't service the contenders well, for them they were but toys. Who would have guessed people still like this sort of things, even when humans are involved? Has humanity really become so corrupted? While I was laying on my bed, looking at the ceiling without any purpose, someone knocked on my door and a guard came into my room
"It's your turn. Go to the arena immediately"
I nodded and followed him. The guard walked beside me, it seemed like he didn't want to lose sight on me. Everyone here looks hostile, as if they only wanted violence and blood. Since when have people been so violent? And how has society become this way? Since that night, I started to lose faith in people, but now... I don't even know what to think anymore. As soon as I arrived at the gate to the arena, the guard stood in front of me
"The arena gates will be opening soon. You better give everything you've got, there are a lot of people out there expecting a good fight. Have you decided on your weapon?"
"My depression" I replied, without even thinking about it. Then, the guard raised an eyebrow. He seemed surprised.
"A bold choice, without a doubt"
Then, he opened the gate. A huge arena was revealed before me, along with a noisy crowd. They seemed excited about violence, blood, cruelty... At that moment, I thought about society's situation again. How is it possible for people... to be willing to see violence? Just when I started to have these thoughts, a muscular, tall man, full of scars, appeared before me. He looked intimidating, I won't deny that, and yet, as surprising as it may be, I wasn't bothered by his appearance. It's like I don't care about what's intimidating and what's not anymore. Then, he glanced at me in an intimidating way
"No weapons? Do you have a death wish?" said the terrifying man, with a sinister smile on his face.
"No, but I wouldn't mind dying either" as soon as I said this, a strong stream of wind blew through the arena. The audience seemed to notice this, as they suddenly went silent. Then, the fighter raised an eyebrow.
"Do you expect me to get frightened with that cheap trick...?" he replied, with a surprised face. "I'm sorry, but that won't work on me!"
After saying this, he lunged at me. He wielded a sword with one hand, and he had a shield on the other. While he was jumping on me, he seemed to have intentions to attack me with the sword, but, strange as it may seem, I didn't care, I didn't move at all.
"Just like their lies won't work on me anymore" after saying this, his attack was repelled, as if some kind of force pulled him back. My depression was doing the trick. The fighter looked at his sword, and then he looked at me.
"But how...?" he seemed skeptical. Then, he frowned. "I'M GOING TO BREAK YOU INTO PIECES"
"She already broke my heart into pieces" the fighter was about to hit me with the sword, but, as soon as I said this, he was pushed back and fell to the ground. However, it wasn't hard for him to get up, but he was obviously perplexed. He looked as he didn't understand anything. He looked down and right after he looked at me.
"You... How do you do that?"
"That's the same question I have every time people ignore me for so long"
After hearing these words, the fighter felt something hit his head. It was more than obvious that it hurt him because he stepped back. After this, he looked at me, filled with anger, as if he didn't like anything that was happening.
"I hope your friends are here watching you, BECAUSE THIS IS THE LAST TIME THEY'RE SEEING YOU" the fighter lunged at me again.
"Friends, you say?" the fighter seemed to feel something hit his chest. It must have hit him hard, because he fell to the ground and, when he stood up, he spat a bit of blood. His glance had a mixture of anger and fear
"What... what are you...?" the fighter asked me, in a desperate tone.
"I don't know, am I even human?"
When I said this, the fighter screamed in pain and threw himself to the ground, writhing in pain."No! Stop! Please don't!"
"I remember those words... Those were the same words... The same words I said that day... Sadly, I still remember it all."
Right after I said this, the fighter screamed again and kept writhing in pain. It seemed as if he was agonizing.
"I beg you! Stop! Please! I have a family!"
"I used to be able to say that..."
The fighter kept screaming and spat blood again. It certainly must have been painful. His feet were unresponsive, he couldn't even get up.
"You... you are... a... monster..."
"Is there anyone here that isn't?"
The fighter screamed again. I heard him sob. It's funny. A man who wouldn't have doubted in killing his opponent, sobbing. People only care when they're the ones affected. Would this person have mercy if his opponent were in his situation? How could be acting like that someone that, presumably, had no feelings? Society is rotten... Nobody in this precinct was better than the man crying in front of me. Nobody.
"Please... spare... my life..."
"I never had one..."
As soon as I said that, the man gasped, and his head hit the ground. He had passed away. The audience couldn't even react, it was like my depression had shocked them. Then I heard a voice.
"CONTENDER NUMBER 6 HAS WON THE BATTLE! A FIGHT HARD TO BELIEVE, THAT'S FOR SURE! DON'T GET OFF YOUR SEAT JUST YET, THE NEXT BATTLE IS ABOUT TO START!"
Then, a guard pushed me back to the interior of the enclosure. Once we got inside, he looked at me. I could see the fear in his eyes.
"I don't know who you are, or what exactly Is it you have done..."
"I've used my depression, I already tol-"
I couldn't even finish the sentence.
The guard slapped me out of nowhere."Silence, I have not permitted you to talk. Try doing those weird things outside the arena, and you are dead, you understand?"
All I could do was nod. Do people really fear me that much? Do they really have to treat us so badly? Why do they have to do this to the participants? I still can't understand society... That cruelty, that disdain, that fear... When I should be the one rejecting society... They weren't lying when they said the world is cruel, that's for sure.
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Negative Thoughts
SpiritualLiam is an odd fellow. His negative thoughts cause effects on his environment, what sometimes cause him problems. Society has made his negative thoughts to increase, and this provoked the effects to be more notorious. One day, someone kidnapped him...