The pain shot up in her arms like fire.
She cringed.
It made her dizzy. It made her reel. The pain was like some needles that had been dipped in alcohol and that got jammed through her skin. It was so bad she didn't even scream. It happened so fast that I think she was more shocked than in pain. She was groaning I might say. Yeah, like a zombie.
The woman then disappeared in a flash like the way we came in this place. She reappeared in the audience zone that looked empty and it seemed that what happened finally hit her.
She shrieked; a sudden, sharp noise that cut through the air.
I understood that this wasn't a normal game.
It had consequences.
People started to talk.
"We should all search a way to get out of here.", they all said.
After 5 minutes of a real fun period of debates and useless wall touching, people started getting mad.
Real mad.
That plus the fact that they were all teenagers full of hormones created nothing good.
"Let's get rid of the weak first!", some random guy yelled.
"That's villain like in any situation. Kill him!", another.
It continued for another 5 minutes.
Then it started, a small guy had a panic attack and some kid took that opportunity to choke him. They fought and injured themselves until the guy with the panic attack got knocked out cold with a brutal punch.
Then some guy saw it. He killed the other guy in retribution saying he was some crazy guy filled with malice.
The cycle continued until it reached everywhere.
There were fights every 10 meters and screams in the audience every 10 seconds too.
Then a fight finally reached me.
I guess being in the middle saved me a bit.
Some guy got hit with a huge uppercut that made his nose and mouth bleed.
Probably very close to unconscious.
And he landed just in front of me asking to be finished with ease.
The guy that hit him was occupied because he was getting attacked by the so called friends of the dude in front of me.
How do you become friends in 5 minutes.
Beats me.
So I thought, for 3 seconds probably.
And I stepped on his face and kicked.
He for sure didn't die, so that meant it was fine.
I mean who would refuse a god given elimination.
The truth was: I was treating this as a game.
I was imagining the same people that ignored Jim and I while we begged on rainy days while I was hitting him.
I felt that there was no way I would get in trouble for trying to not feel horrible pain.
I think.
Hope it was the case.
I mean it's kinda self defence.
I got two notifications on that same virtual window.
[You made your needed elimination for the first 15 minutes.]
[You have 2,50 minutes before your next needed elimination.]
So I ran until I was in one of the arena's corner. To not end up like my victim.
And then I saw him.
You know. The kid that was energetic and looked healthy compared to me and the others. Yeah, the kid that looked 10.
Truth was, I think I felt more happy the moment I saw him then every single other moment in my life.
I was not crazy. I just felt like it was needed and all that. And it bugged me that they considered his skill the same way they considered mine.
I still thought it was a game.
So I did something that I am not proud of. I kinda went and tried to grab him by surprise.
He was not expecting that and was probably tired from all the other crazy weebs or just malicious people that tried to get him like that too, so I got him in a chokehold.
Not proud, I know. But I am fourteen and he is ten.
Not that big of a difference, right?
It took time before he got unconscious.
He tried to tap out on my arm like I was really going to stop because he felt bad.
What am I? An angel. Hell no.
I got him.
Another notification,
[You made your needed elimination for the second 15 minutes.]
[You have 13,06 minutes before your next needed elimination.]
Not gonna lie. Felt pretty good.
I sat and waited.