06-07-2007, 02:12 AM
Jeice opened his eyes to see that his surroundings had drastically changed from a foggy jungle, to a well lit room with uniformed people in it. He slowly pushed himself up to his feet and scouted the area; he noticed they weren?t fighters, just people. That?s when it hit him, he realized he had been killed and was longer competing in the game. His teeth tightly clenched together, followed by his hands forming tightly formed fists.
?Son of a bitch, that fucking son of a bitch!? He erupted with anger causing the people to stop in their tracks and stare at him. ?Yamu, I don?t even know what happened to him?I didn?t even get to lay a hand on the motherfucker that killed me. Son of a bitch!? He scolded himself in anger.
?Umm?sir?? A low voice interrupted him.
He sharply turned to see who interrupted his rant. It was a small woman wearing a uniform matching the other people, showing she was a staff member. She stared at him with a large smile stretching ear to ear with her hand extended to him. He wasn?t in the mood, mixed emotions of anger, curiosity, being ashamed, and oddly enough sadness. He was angry at the fact that he wasn?t able to hit the guy who killed him, barely even got a look at him, curious to know if Yamu survived, ashamed of the fact that he lost, and sad, sad at the thought that the bald human had suffered a fate similar to his. Yamu?s situation could be worse then death; he could be running around the island with half of his face missing with people still looking to kill him.
Regardless of the matter at hand, he struggled to return a welcoming smile to the woman. After all she was not to blame of his shortcomings. It was a game, a game he felt he played well even though he did not win, he got far. He reached out and loosely latched on to the woman?s hand and quickly shook it up and down. She withdrew her hand, with her eyes still fixed on his.
?Jeice, right?? She asked quickly.
?Yeah?and you are?? He replied.
?I?m Jennifer. I just wanted to say that for your first year competing you did a surprisingly nice job. I do hope you consider attending next year.? The small woman answered.
The compliment she gave brought out a genuine smile on the red skinned fighter?s face. ?Thank you?and yeah I?ll be here next year, stronger and better.?
?I?m glad to hear it?which planet will you be traveling to?? She asked, breaking the stare and changing her sights to a set of teletubes lined up against a back wall.
He paused. ?Earth?I?ll be heading to earth.?
?Right this way sir.? Jennifer said as she quickly started from the teletube second to last.
It was only four days on an island where he had to fend for himself, getting his own food and water. Only four days of watching and committing murder. Four days of mind deteriorating conditions. Only four days, and he would walk away with something that would stay with him for a lifetime. After what he saw, he knew he would have to start training immediately to get stronger. It would surely increase his chances for next year. His pace quickened right before entering the teletube.
?Goodbye sir, hope to see you again next year.?
?Goodbye.? He managed to get out before he was warped through space to the planet of his choice.
?Son of a bitch, that fucking son of a bitch!? He erupted with anger causing the people to stop in their tracks and stare at him. ?Yamu, I don?t even know what happened to him?I didn?t even get to lay a hand on the motherfucker that killed me. Son of a bitch!? He scolded himself in anger.
?Umm?sir?? A low voice interrupted him.
He sharply turned to see who interrupted his rant. It was a small woman wearing a uniform matching the other people, showing she was a staff member. She stared at him with a large smile stretching ear to ear with her hand extended to him. He wasn?t in the mood, mixed emotions of anger, curiosity, being ashamed, and oddly enough sadness. He was angry at the fact that he wasn?t able to hit the guy who killed him, barely even got a look at him, curious to know if Yamu survived, ashamed of the fact that he lost, and sad, sad at the thought that the bald human had suffered a fate similar to his. Yamu?s situation could be worse then death; he could be running around the island with half of his face missing with people still looking to kill him.
Regardless of the matter at hand, he struggled to return a welcoming smile to the woman. After all she was not to blame of his shortcomings. It was a game, a game he felt he played well even though he did not win, he got far. He reached out and loosely latched on to the woman?s hand and quickly shook it up and down. She withdrew her hand, with her eyes still fixed on his.
?Jeice, right?? She asked quickly.
?Yeah?and you are?? He replied.
?I?m Jennifer. I just wanted to say that for your first year competing you did a surprisingly nice job. I do hope you consider attending next year.? The small woman answered.
The compliment she gave brought out a genuine smile on the red skinned fighter?s face. ?Thank you?and yeah I?ll be here next year, stronger and better.?
?I?m glad to hear it?which planet will you be traveling to?? She asked, breaking the stare and changing her sights to a set of teletubes lined up against a back wall.
He paused. ?Earth?I?ll be heading to earth.?
?Right this way sir.? Jennifer said as she quickly started from the teletube second to last.
It was only four days on an island where he had to fend for himself, getting his own food and water. Only four days of watching and committing murder. Four days of mind deteriorating conditions. Only four days, and he would walk away with something that would stay with him for a lifetime. After what he saw, he knew he would have to start training immediately to get stronger. It would surely increase his chances for next year. His pace quickened right before entering the teletube.
?Goodbye sir, hope to see you again next year.?
?Goodbye.? He managed to get out before he was warped through space to the planet of his choice.
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