Hmmmmm....i guess i wrote it wrong. Is this just one huge arena that they live in, or like they sleep in a cell and are put in a different arena each time? Also, i posted another storybook that should be awesome. Check it out: its called Deliverance
If you proved to have an immunity to the steroid, then you're a loner, fighting in underground arenas for cash. Since they're holographic arenas, one space can take on the form of an assortment of habitats preasigned by whoever is in conrol of the arena. I have Saphira fighitng in an illegal tournament. If you're proven to have an immunity, you won't be fighitng in offical matches. I love your idea of the multiple arenas and cells, but that seemed more like for offical gigs, which is why I got confused.
Religion without science is lame; science without religion is blind.
Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity; and I'm not sure about the the universe.
Education is what remains after one has forgotten everything he learned in school.
Yeah, I'm on it. What would the world be like for my character?
Words - so innocent and powerless as they are, as standing in a dictionary, how potent for good and evil they become in the hands of one who knows how to combine them. ~Nathaniel Hawthorne
Stolen, you make that discussion thread before I rip your head off!
Rider: For the first few weeks (on average, if you want it could be longer or shorter) he'd be fine except in a fight, in which case he would be able to notice that he's more agressive and more aimed at killing then he would usually be. Eventually, he would lose thought while fighting, and be a lot more hostile everywhere else. After that, he would just become a robot, a thoughtless, emotionless, murderous animal. So at first, he'd just notice a bad mood and being set on winning fights.
Hope that helped, and was right.
Religion without science is lame; science without religion is blind.
Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity; and I'm not sure about the the universe.
Education is what remains after one has forgotten everything he learned in school.
I looked at her face, it was bruised in several places.
"Let me die during the fight. Please.." She whispered. Sapphire didn't wanna die in shame, she wanted to die fighting back.
"But, I don't want to kill you..." I said briefly. She watched me curiously as the buzzer rang. Dropping the gaze, I simply walked off. The crowd jeered and booed but, I didn't care. The only thing going through my head was my heartbeat. It was giving me a major migraine.
I slumped onto a side bench, ignoring the mocking security guards and people passing me.
My feet felt like cement blocks as i trundled along to my death;through the thousands of dark tunnels that create the fighting market. I remember when i first came down. I had heard that they kill everybody who's immune to the steroid, so i ran after they pumped me with a dose and it didn't work. My thoughts than were that the only way to survive was to come here. I couldn't have been more wrong,death would be more plesant than this,yet i wasn't one to quit on life. Sometimes life throws you a curve ball when you expect a fast ball, and who was i just to stop playing just because i guessed the wrong pitch.
The man lead me for what seemed like hours, and i don't know how far we went, because the tuneels were lightless. Eventually his hand against my chest made me stop. "Here we are." He said. A thin line of light grew until my eyes fluttered closed as an invisable door opened. "Good luck." he said, and as my eyes finally adjusted, i could see he had a cruel sneer on his face. A strong hand shoved me forward through the door, out into a stadium. The roars seemed to make the ground rumble. I looked around, not fast enough, because something as hard as steel smashed into my face. Instantly my dark red blood sprayed out like a fountain. I thudded onto my back, my eyes slowly swelling shut. Something heavy rested on my throat and my lungs heaved, as the air was forced out of them. "Welcome to level two." A voice said, destinctly female. "Its a little soon, but im afraid im going to have say goodbye too." My lungs were burning now, screaming for oxygen. I have no fear of drowning, it's the breathign that's taking all this work. My mind started to fell numb.
I dropped into the chair, my body aching in several places from the previous fights. That last guy got pretty close with that hammer. Can't let that happen again.
"Achilles, get up. Another contestant."
I stood up obediently and walked out into the holographic arena. They were starting to loose creativity. The arena was mostly short grass with some boulders strewn about it. Directly across from me stood a man, taller than average, with muscles that made most men look like rag dolls. I smiled and started running at him.
The ground sped by faster than most people could imagine, the wind ripping at my body at over sixty miles an hour. The man's arm flashed out, hurling a spear at my body. I dodged and continued my run, my body quickly gaining ground. He threw again and this on I caught throwing it to the side. He pulled a war hammer off his back and went into a ready position.
I came within five feet of him and I twisted, right as his hammer came down on the grass. My body twisted in the air, as I slung my sword out of its sheath. I landed smoothly and the man fell, half of his neck missing from a single swipe of my sword.
I shook my head and rubbed my mask. Why was this becoming easier? I knew they were giving me steroids, THAT was obvious, but why was it making it easier on my emotions. Before I would have given him a chance to surrender... or kill me, but now... now I don't even know if thoughts go through my head. The lights in the arena shut off and a man stepped through the door.
"Damnit Achilles, I told you not to kill them like that,"
"Screw Yourself. That was my fifth fight today. I'm tired, and if you send me out their again, they will die even faster."
He raised his hand, as if to say something else, but sighed, giving up, "Go back to your room. No fights this weekend."
Words - so innocent and powerless as they are, as standing in a dictionary, how potent for good and evil they become in the hands of one who knows how to combine them. ~Nathaniel Hawthorne
Words - so innocent and powerless as they are, as standing in a dictionary, how potent for good and evil they become in the hands of one who knows how to combine them. ~Nathaniel Hawthorne
She watched as he walked away. “But, I don’t want to kill you…” The words repeated themselves over and over in her mind. There was no plausible explanation. It just didn’t make sense how he could out right refuse to finish her. Sure, lots didn’t want to kill, but no one ever refuses like that…
“Up, Saph, I’ll take you to medical.”
Saphira looked up into the face of the guard. He smirked as he picked her up by her good arm and went on about how fricking lucky she was. She hardly paid attention. Once he had taken her out of the arena and to the hospital, and once she was patched up, Saphira left to find Demetrius.
After searching a few places, she made it to a break room. It was just like any other; some weights in a corner, a fridge against a whitewashed wall, benches and a huge screen with the current fight going on. On one bench was the man she was looking for. He was actually kind of cute, when he wasn’t attacking her.
“Hey,” she said from the doorway. He turned to look at her. “I want to ask you something.”
“Why I didn’t kill you?” he asked solemnly. She nodded and went to sit beside him as he looked down at his drink. They both sat there for a while, Saphira watching the fight, Demetrius swirling his bottle in a circle, lost in thought.
Religion without science is lame; science without religion is blind.
Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity; and I'm not sure about the the universe.
Education is what remains after one has forgotten everything he learned in school.
I couldn't find the answer to her question, why didn't i kill her...? Her brilliant gray eyes pushed mine for information. Putting down my bottle, I decided to just throw something out.
"Well, for one thing. Most of the girls here have no respect for themselves, but you...your different. You hold yourself high and don't let anything get you down." I muttered beginning to smile.
Sapphire watched curiously as I thought about what i should say next.
"For another thing, you are definitely not like any other girl I've fought before." I said looking right at her with a grin.
"And you, Demetrius, are unlike any other guy I've fought before, so i guess we are even." She whispered.
"Well Sapphire my real name is Desmond." I said watching her closely.
"Saphira." She said briskly.
"So what now Saphira?" I asked, watching her drink water.
“What now?” she asked in echo. She set her water down and stood up briskly, quickly continuing. “What do you mean, ‘what now’? We shake hands, turn around and go our separate ways, like we would with anyone. ‘What now’… Ha!”
Saphira headed to the exit and stopped at the doorstep. Did he think they should stick together? As if; gladiators never really wanted, or at least needed, companionship. No, there had to be something else.
“Why did you ask?” she said, not bothering to look behind her shoulder at him.
“I just thought it might be nice to have a friend, is all,” Desmond replied. She rolled her eyes and glanced towards the heavens. Of course, he thought we should just stick together.
“And that’s it?” she continued. “Whatever. I’m going to go sign up for another match.”
“You’re kidding, right?” He touched her good shoulder as he said it. “You barely escaped with your life— uh, no offense.”
“None taken. I’ve got rent to pay, unlike you who’s probably still with an agent, and need to fight another couple of times.”
“If I had an agent, I wouldn’t be here,” he said simply. She turned to stare at him. Well, obviously, he wouldn’t be fighting here. Duh. So why exactly did this seem as a surprise to her?
Without saying anything, she left.
**Looking back, I think I need to tear the apostrophe key out of my keyboard. Come on, post people! I don’t want this to be a drama, but we need drama to get from one fight to another. Interact! Post!**
Religion without science is lame; science without religion is blind.
Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity; and I'm not sure about the the universe.
Education is what remains after one has forgotten everything he learned in school.
I would, but I seem to be the only person on the drug.
Words - so innocent and powerless as they are, as standing in a dictionary, how potent for good and evil they become in the hands of one who knows how to combine them. ~Nathaniel Hawthorne
