The Forsaken Hero
I closed my eyes and let out a shuddering breath. My fingers were numb and cold, my arm aching where the needle pierced the vein. Something clattered onto the pavement, and I looked down to see the needle. It had slipped out of my hand. Nothingness swirled around me, bringing the first sense of peace I'd felt in my short, miserable life. There was no one to miss me, and no one I would miss. There's always someone else to beat or rape. The regulars would move on quickly. I died. Only...wasn't death supposed to be dark? And since when did 'nothingness' have so many gods? Discord: https://discord.gg/PX3xqJdZMY
The Price of Victory
I stumbled back, staring at the bloody puddle beneath the space where Soltair fell. I could still see him gasping for breath, clutching at the bloody spear and looking at me with those eyes dulled by defeat. How could he have survived something like that? I frantically scanned the colosseum, but was unable to see anything but the shocked faces of the audience. Where did it teleport him to? Was he healed in time? Would I be next, or would they conveniently forget to teleport me out?
As questions cluttered my mind, I was dimly aware of Ronin moving forward. He walked casually, embracing the scattered cheers with relaxed waves. He didn't seem to care as I scrambled away, only laughing at the futility of my cause.