When Kidnappers Kidnap The Wrong Girl (English)

The Next Contender

POV Alexis

Date: October

You'd say that opening your eyes isn't such a hard thing to do. Try it. Easy right? Just, poof. Like that. Opened. For me, boy it took me a good long while to open my eyes properly. I blinked and blinked until the black spots in my gaze pulled away. I was laying on, what looked like, hospital bed. For just a second the positive part of my brain thought that we had been saved. For just one second, I thought it would all be over. But when I tilted my head to the right, to look through the big glass windows, I saw the underground cave with its never-ending halls and its entrance to the arena. I sighed deeply and breathed. Noticing that I was still wearing my outfit from the fight. I tried to sit upright. I groaned. "Hey, hey, hey. Woah, Woah, Woah, calm down," a familiar voice spoke. I looked up to see Zack quickly moving towards me to help me sit up. "What happened?" I tried to make sense of what had occurred in the arena, but it felt like my brain was restarting the whole system. "You won," he simply exclaimed. I raised my brows, only to find that it hurt like a bitch. I grunted and put a hand on my forehead. Zack still looking at me, studying my movements. "Oh my god, Alex!"  Beatriz ran into the room and immediately hugged me. I smiled lightly at the new nickname but groaned in pain when she hugged me just a bit too tight. "Sorry," she apologized. "Are you okay? Holy shit you were like, getting your ass whooped, but you still won!" She spoke semi-happy. "I'm fine I suppose, it's a bit of a blur, to be honest. My head hurts,"  I looked from Beatriz to Zack and then back to Beatriz. "Yeah well, that dude hit you in the face pretty hard so I'm not surprised," I looked at Zack. He looked a bit... Angry. "Here drink this, it will help with... Well, everything,"  Zack smiled while giving me a cup with a shot of something in it. "What is it?" I asked warily. "Painkillers. You took a beating, take it easy today alright. I don't want to see that pretty face get hurt again," and with those words, he winked and walked away. I opened my mouth to say something, but I already forgot what it was. "Can you stand?" I nodded to Beatriz and wobbled on my feet. I took the shot with whatever Zack gave me and made my way through the halls. When we got to the entrance of the arena the man I had killed was carried out. The rags covering his body, blood red. I looked away, so did other girls who were unfortunate enough to see the corpse on their way. I leaned against a wall. I did that. I killed someone. I breathed heavily and nausea swept over me. I couldn't stop myself from looking again. The dog, the poor creature was dragged out too. A trail of blood on the ground. I couldn't hold it as I threw up. Leaning against the wall, crying. "Alex? C'mon, let's go." Beatriz was gagging at the sight of the corpses but she dragged me with her. 

She guided me towards the rooms where we could clean up and shower. It was like a big common bathroom, with close to 20 showers. When I walked in, most girls looked up with big eyes. I heard gasps here and there and whispers behind my back. No one had time to be prudish here, girls would just walk around in underwear, lingerie, or half-naked. I kept walking until I found a little sink with a mirror for myself and leaned against it. A filthy taste in my mouth and my head exploding with pain. I threw some water in my face and tried to calm myself. "Damn," I looked in the mirror to find a grazed and swollen face staring back at me. My body covered in blood and filth. And the make-up around my eyes faded across my face as a black mask. "No wonder everyone is looking at me like I'm Carrie White..." It came out as a silent mumble. Beatriz' head popped up behind me and she smiled. "Yeah, you kinda remind me of one of those zombies in the Walking Dead," I looked at her reflection in the mirror with an 'Are-you-fucking-kidding-me-face' and smiled lightly. She smiled back at me. I was happy she tried to lighten the mood, I could use it... When I started to take off my clothes I realized how beaten I was. Everything hurt, no movement was without pain. And every time I looked at the blood and the gore the fight flashed before my eyes. Swords colliding, the man screaming, the dog barking and biting. The smell, oh the smell... It had been so horrible. Of iron and pain and death. I put my hand over my mouth and ran back to the sink, again throwing up. Most girls had left the shower room, but some were still wandering around, no one interfered, busy with surviving on their own. Beatriz had gone away, I didn't know where. The only thoughts racing through my mind were those of the fight and me desperately wanting to shower.  I took off the rest of my clothing and claimed a shower to wash off all the gore and disgustingness.