How Far One Goes

Chapter 5

                                               Cullen's P.O.V.

You'd think I'd be feeling pretty satisfied, since I was essentially playing the bully role.

But well, I wasn't. Punching a stranger didn't make me feel better at all, in fact, it left me feeling hallow inside, as if there was nothing in me, that could save me from all of this.

Now, normally, bullies would be trying to get you to sympathize with them. I'm not of the same kind as them. Despite whatever you feel towards me, as I chronicle the current events, I don't particularly care. Although I wanted to fit into this group, which I suppose is sad, since we're essentially random people trapped together, I guess the only goal for me is really to survive.

It sounds grim, but it's the truth. That description can be applied to many things, I've noticed. For example, something at the mall that you've been saving up to buy. Then at the last moment, the price goes up, and you feel like punching somebody in the back. (This is totally not self-referential. Up to you to decide if this is sarcasm  not.) Another example would be the current fight between...Storm *sigh* and..um...

Who was it again...Luke? No, that doesn't sound right. ... Whatever, he isn't telling this chapter.

They seemed about neck to neck. Luke looked slightly worse for wear, with a small gash of blood on his cheek, and a cut on his lip, although Storm wasn't in model condition either, for that matter. Her shirt was torn on the left side, (no comment) and she had a bruise on her right eye.

This was going down. If the fight were happening at my school, there would be a huge crowd surrounding the two, mercilessly jeering and betting on who would win. Here, however, there were six people, who either looked worried or wasn't paying attention. Actually, though, the only person that wouldn't be paying attention would be the sixth person in all of this. The person who hasn't been named yet, nor has appeared at all. That was what they did.

"Where is she," I wondered aloud. I thought she'd be interested in this, especially considering her reputation. But I turned my attention to the fight, that was quickly turning into an ensue of desperate punches, and dirty tactics. Luke whipped his fists into Storm's sides, bringing her to the ground. She kicked at Luke's legs, bringing him down as well. She then wrestled him below her, and gave a final punch into his stomach. He was done.

"The winner is Storm! Luke has been eliminated. Now, it's up to Storm to decide whether Luke is punished, or she is rewarded. She will be given time to ponder on this, while the next round commences. Todd VS Maya!"

... Todd clearly wasn't having a good day.