7 Chapter 7 - Wake Up Call... (2/2)
”Bloody indeed! Our new contestants are giving us one hell of a show aren't they!”
The host shouted. Griff ignored him and looked at the kid who was a mess. Now that he saw him up close, he realized that the kid was definitely younger than him. His eyes were empty... Griff whispered so that no one would hear him.
”Listen buddy, we don't have to do this! Calm down. We can try working together to bust out of this sick place.”
The kid started to laugh, hearing Griff.
”Are you stupid? Retarded? You have no brain I guess. We're fighting for our lives and we're surrounded by armed guards! Just shut up and DIE!”
The kid headbutted Griff.
”You're so naïve!”
The kid grabbed Griff by the collar and punched his face once more.
”The strong survive and the weak die. There's no room for trash like you.”
The kid was about to punch Griff again, but received a head-butt from him. The kid fell over. Griff kicked him in the stomach, causing him to vomit. Seeing this as an opportunity, the kid grabbed Griff's leg before he pulled it back and bit in to his Achilles Heel.
”GRAAAH!”
”Cheh.”
The kid spat out the piece of meat he had bitten from Griff as the latter screamed in pain. The kid smirked psychopathically.
”Weak! Weak, weak, weak, weak, weak!”
He jumped on Griff, planning to punch him to death, but Griff had pulled out his knife. The kid had jumped on the knife. Griff used this opportunity to cut the kid's stomach. The kid held his stomach as blood gushed out. His eyes were white and full of fear.
”Weak... me?”
Were his last words as he died right then and there.Griff kept laying there, panting. Tears came down his face. He was a bloody mess. The psychopathic crowd erupted in cheers.
”Rookie! Rookie!...”
Griff couldn't take it anymore. What kind of sick entertainment was this? He looked at his bloodied hands, and started to vomit. His head was dizzy. The masked announcer jumped off his platform, forcing Griff to stand. He raised his arm to the crowd.
”Tonight's champion! Ladies and Gentlemen!”
Griff was still panting and trying not to cry due to this near-death-experience. The announcer smacked him across the face, seeing bis depressed mood.
”Do not think of crying you slave. We want blood, not tears.”
He turned towards the crowd.
”Does this rookie need some discipline?”
The crowd screeched, agreeing with the announcer. They were like animals.
The announcer turned to Griff once more. His expression couldn't be seen because of his mask, but his words brought terror to Griff's heart.
”Then I'll make sure to give you a special lesson. All animals should be tamed...”
The man called the guards to carry Griff. They walked towards the metal door to the left, waiting for the door to rise. They then entered to the dark, abyssal corridor...