Stolen Identity

Chapter Fourteen

AllenVex2020

If life wasn't bad enough for him already, he had been trapped inside a building of a cult that would soon kill him if he didn't win a competition that would be impossible to win unless he was an eight-foot-tall man. So his chances of winning were zero. But even if they were, he would rather go down trying his hardest than go down with no effort.

He trained every day, trying to become a better fighter by getting his offense and defense at a higher rate. His defense and offense soon raised incredibly, but still not enough to win. There was only one day left and he had to make this work.
Charging straight forward, he leaped in to slash a man, but it was only blocked. The man attacked him but he dodged it. Then before anyone could do anything he grabbed the man's arm and twisted it then pushed him away, causing the man to go flying.
The man sliced his cheek causing a bit of it to later drip out with blood. The man went in to stab Isaac so Isaac countered it and punched him in the face.
The man tumbled onto the ground and Isaac went over to him. Gasping with rage he lifted his sword and thought of all the horrible things that were done to him in his life. His uncle dying, his mother being sick, and what could happen to him and his friends.
Then the man begged, "Please I-"
"Are dead!" Isaac yelled piercing his sword right through him.
Blood splattered on his face and on his clothes. Looking down at his hands he soon realized he had just killed him, he was a murderer. Nobody attacked Isaac or had seemed to care for that man's death, they had all thought of him as a minion and said the man had gotten himself into it knowing the consequences.
That disgusted Isaac to his core but now, he was the same as them. This had been an evil twisted game, kill or be killed. If he wanted to live and chooses to kill, his path would be dark full of evil and rage but if he chooses to be killed, he would have a light and angelic path. But he doubts that could happen after killing a man. He walked away, with a disappointing facial expression, and later went back into the building where his bed had been and he slept there, in that freezing cold room.
Waking up the next day he forced himself together and got ready. The men here were richer than he thought because they provided him expensive clothing. Definitely, something a noble could get in their hands but still fancy.

He looked through the wardrobe and putting on an outfit he said, "Ah, a nice red doublet."

Looking beside him to check for any more clothes, he found a sword that had an unusual sharp blade and a gem in the middle. "This will do. I started to need a new one anyway," he said., putting it in its new sheath and walking outside of the building heading to the castle with two men beside him.