Deception

Wesley once again felt extreme pride flowing into his heart, with tears of joy flowing from his eyes. He was put into a life and death situation and managed to not only surive but to win!

"Hell yeah! Stupid piece of junk."

Wesley looked back at the android's body but there was no android. Where the half moon android should've been lay a handsome man with dark brown hair and brown eyes and a muscular physique. He had a bloody wound right in the middle of his chest.

Wesley rubbed his eyes clear, "Br- Bra-" Wesley's face was filled with worry and confusion. "Brad! What happened to you!? Are you okay?!" Wesley ran to Brad and started shaking him.

"Brad! SHIT! Shit! Shit!" Wesley tore his shirt and held it onto the wound to stop the bleeding. "Brad! What the HELL is going on!? DON'T DIE ON ME!! You're going to live!"

"Wesley, is that you?" Brad began to cough up blood "What happ-- to that guy.... with the spear... Wes---" Brad's voice trailed off as he closed his eyes, for the final time.

"THIS ISNT WHAT I SIGNED UP FOR!" Wesley looked around the room, by now he had realized what had happened. "YOU DRUGGED ME?!" Wesley pointed at a random alien in the stadium. "I- I- KILLED HIM?"

Wesley of course felt extreme guilt, he had just killed his friend, but the pride of the victory had never left him. And it never would.

[One day earlier, Brad's perspective]

"Who the hell are you people, and where are my friends?!" Brad asked, a lot calmer than Wesley had. "Who we are is none of your concern. NOW QUIET!"

Two of the aliens pried open Brad's mouth while two more forced him to swallow two very bitter pills. Brad was asleep in a few minutes.

He woke up being forced into a large room with an array of weapons hanging from the walls. A guard told him to choose one and he complied.

[Present day] [Three days after the fight]

"Wesley why do you look so down? Huh?" Another prisoner asked him. Wesley was hunched over in his bed and you could hear him crying. Wesley's face and his blue eyes were filled with twisted emotions. His eyes sparkled with joy as he cried sorrowfully. His cheeks were raised high as his mouth frowned.

Wesley turned to face the prisoner, "Because, Raker, my friend just died, and these bastards, the "Cen" clan killed him." The prisoner saw Wesley's twisted face and decided not to pry into that any further.

"So..... Where are you from anyway Wesley?" Asked Raker. Wesley didn't answer until a few minutes later, "I'm from Earth. You know, we used to have fights in a colloseum a lot like this. I'm sure it was very entertaining." Wesley finally replied.

Raker looked slightly puzzled so he asked, "Earth, huh? I've never heard of that, must be some backwater planet. After all I would've heard about it for sure, if it wasn't."

"Sure, whatever Raker. When's my next fight?" Wesley asked.

Raker replied quickly, "How would I know, I'm *not* your mother!"

Wesley would go on to win his next few fights, although he could never remember them too well, "That one ended with me cutting his throat, the next with a stab to the chest. Or was it the other way?" Wesley pondered this himself but still looked forwards to the next fight.

[Outside Wesley's Cell]

"I think he has potential, we could sell a lot of tickets if he keeps winning." Said a voice. Another voice responded, "Yeah, might be a big money maker right here."