Arena Of Insanity

Arena Of Insanity

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He faces me, limbs trembling. His face is pale, eyes wild. I can't do this. I can't fight my best friend. 'No', I think, but why is it so difficult to say it out loud? The crowd is growing restless by the minute, screaming for us to fight. But I can't do that. "Sunny," I say, my voice drowned by the noise. "We have to do it. It's now or never!" Sunny's expression changes to that of determination. An illusion is already beginning to form. As I watch, his lips shape the words he can't say aloud. Run. ***** The Arena of Insanity. A place where those with special powers go, those who are considered to be out of their minds. But these "insane" people are put down through bloody battles they must wage to survive the days. Crimson and Sunny are two such inmates in the Arena. However, the fateful day arrives that one must kill the other. Is it possible for one to escape the Arena? Find out in AOI. [Cover made by the amazing @wandereality]
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{COMPLETED} "now that you've had your fun electrocuting me, would you care to hop in the backseat?" ---------------------------------------------------------- Freak DNA. That's what I like to call it. The fault to my genetic code. More often than not, it's a curse. The static running through my blood gave me a name. A cruel, daunting label of a measly bug. A roach. That's what I am to them, to the government. Roach; the nameless monster with electricity for a sense and lightening as a second nature. It ruined my life, the sparking currents playing tag in my mind, running around and bumping into everything, shaking me loose. The government, actually. They ruined my life. My curse just gave them a reason. You see, the normal population with ordinary DNA, they don't know about the people like me. The roaches of the world. We don't get that kind of recognition at the camps. There, we are only one thing in the military's eyes. We are weapons and we will act like it. Everyone else out there, bathing in the goodness they don't know they've got, they don't know about the roaches their stepping on. As long as their getting closer to the sky, they don't care what they stand on to reach it. They don't know about the sparkling dreamer that's killed 7 people before her 17th birthday. They don't about the ghost of a girl peaking around corners for her entire life because even home wasn't safe. They don't know about the fighter of steel and iron sucking on his bloody lip courtesy of the wars he battles in as nothing but a shadow. They don't know about the masked villain who would do anything to see the army they lead claim the throne They don't know about us. But they will, because we will rise. And when we arrive, we will arrive violently. ___________________________________________ Started: 10.06.15 Finished: 3.17.16

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