Until Dying

ecause he hadn't caught any glimpse of me amidst the new teenagers.

I was allowed to fight in the arena. At least it is better out here, on the battleground, fighting a

ey even satura

rised by what I heard. He is standing close to the commentator's mic. So, his voice

to start betting now. Mine goes for R.R." The commentator ye

kson. And I could guess that they were newcomers who hadn't seen me in the arena before. Well

am sure you know what I mean. I am not fat or thin, just normal s

me. "Who will place a bet on a malodorous skeleton boy?" Mr. Clar

I let my voice go louder and h

rowds gasping in shock, it was obvious they didn't

ivacy. Or can't you bring your kids or family offshoots here

te what was happening, I felt a large heavy object hit me from behind

them. They were busy laughing, which means they were enjoying what I was going throug

se people are calling me F.I.S., which stands for FOOL, IDIOT, and STUPID. I am

ng, stupid, and ignorant. My mind automatically flashed back to when I first got here. I was kidnapped on my way to Meg

y last words to my mom before I was kidnapped. My mother immediately ch

I was awakened roughly by a whipping and immediately got chained to some young kids of my age that I also met the

ipped me in the back and I let out a loud whimper that echoed th

eyes to diversify, and I gasped in horror at the sight in front of me. As far as my eyes co

gly voice jolted me

vironment. I can just make out a metal shape in a rectangle on the floor in the middle of the field. It looks like some ki

undefeated player, Rey Reed." The crowds roared again, while I hissed in

onged to Mr. Clarkson. I raised my head a little, and my suspicions were confirme

but I paid no attention to it until the last four names caught my atte

ids. Looking closely, I could see that they were from Africa, but I couldn't guess which part of the country they came from.

y. I also used the opportunity to scrutinize the arena ground. It wa

covering every in

ing through my skin. The crowds stretched up in the bleachers as far as my eyes could see. I can see th

d buzzing sound. Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw the trapped door open, and a tentacle shot out. I

ring like crazy, while some were doubling the bets. I could feel the eyes of Mr. Clarkson staring dagger at me, bu

, I was able to pick out a small sound

and maggots poured out of the trap door, down to his previous location. He look

voice enough for them to hear. "Then you

e kids run towards me. We stood

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