39 CHAPTER 38: Amanda

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[Amanda's POV]

My family lived in the slums, but we never let that stop us from living our lives. My sister, Natalia and I never knew anything about the things our parents did to take care of us and still pay for my sister's medication.

She'd been sick from a very young age, and the specialist they took her to gave them very expensive medicine for her. At the time I didn't really understand our financial situation, but now I go back to think, I wonder how they were able to afford it. We weren't anything close to rich.

But I guess it doesn't really matter much now, does it? I'm now in this shithole of a facility, but at least I'm here of my own free will. My sister needed medicine, my parents didn't have money, and I volunteered to do anything.

Stupid thing I did, wasn't it? But I still love my sister, and would do anything than to see her die. So I came here after I heard my parents whispering once about it, even though they told me I didn't have to do anything.

My parents really didn't want me to do this, but I insisted. At this point, do I regret it? Absolutely not. I would do it again and again, even if it meant going through everything that's happened again.

There's one thing I know for sure, if want to make it out of here alive, I can't have any concern for anyone or anything. I have to be both cold-blooded and invisible.

I will not be noticed.

[George's POV]

The convention finished, and we were escorted to our rooms. There's probably a room for each group.

Both Carter and Josephine have been taken out, probably to their fights. What do they do all the time? I'm not really sure, but I know Santa Claus will come to town.

But what the hell am I even going on about? At times like this, I just start babbling about whatever comes to mind. What the hell is Santa Claus anyway? Am I finally going crazy, like everyone else in here? Maybe so, but at least I had a good run.

After the next two fight club dates, I'll finally be able to rest. Rest. When's the last time I was able to do that? I've been constantly watching my back for the next beating for a while now, but I'll be free soon.

What does free feel like?

This is bad, ever since I came here, I've been daydreaming more and more and sometimes, I don't even know what's going on around me anymore. Take right now for example. It's possible it's my turn already, but I just don't know because I've been lost in my thoughts.

I should probably look up and see what's going instead of lying down with my eyes closed, but I can't really help myself.

"Subject George."

Is someone calling me?

"Subject George."

I opened my eyes to see the person that had been taking us away for our fights looking down on me.

"It's your turn, Subject George."

"Is it that time already?"

I turned around to see that most people had left while I was dozing.

"Let's go. There's no point delaying it."

I followed the person outside down the labyrinth of halls until we reached a particular door where the person stopped.

"This is you."

I walked through with my hands on my head.

I already know my strategy, so there's no need to even try to prep. I will be more turtle than an actual turtle.

The room was furnished with a couch and table. That's it. There was a tunnel in the room that I presume led to the place where I would fight my opponent.

I sat down on the couch and waited. I would have taken another nap, but I might miss the time when I have to fight.

I wonder if I should inform whoever's watching that the match is rigged? Maybe not! I hope I make things as hard as possible for whoever wants to vote or bet on me!

A hologram appeared at the top of the doorway for the tunnel. It said it was time for me to go out.

I got up and walked down the tunnel. The tunnel opened into a small arena with a ring that already had someone in it. It was some girl that was short.

I climbed into the ring on the opposite corner that the girl was in.

The announcer's voice came on.

"Subjects, ready yourselves."

The girl got into a fighting position. I watched her.

"We will now commence the fight between Subject Erina of Group 30 and Subject George of Group 39. Best of luck to both!"

A bell sounded from somewhere, and the fight begun.

Erina didn't move even a little but watched me instead, she probably didn't want to make the first move.

I know what my decision is. It doesn't look like she could really pack a punch, but there's only one way to find out. The turtle tactic.

I walked over to her calmly, but she got startled and put up her guard. Whenever I imagine what the people's faces who were watching looked like when I did what I did next, I always laugh.

I walked right up to her, got on the ground, and curled up into a ball.

Let's see if Miss Erina can hurt me after the tough training I've been through.

I stayed on the ground for two minutes, while Erina watched me warily.

"Why are you so cautious? I'm not trying to do anything. Just hit me. That's all I ask of you."

She still didn't do anything but eased herself a little. A few minutes later, she finally punched me. And oh my god, what a punch that was!

It wasn't on the same level as Carter's, but it was close. Is this what Professor A meant by saying that we were pitifully weak compared to the other groups? If this girl that doesn't look harmful is close to Carter's level, does that make her weak or strong? Or am I just that weak?

There's only one thing I'm certain of, and that is that this is going to be one of the worst beatings I've had in a while.

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