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BloodsportNaomiSAskDoor

Sennen — Wed, 06 Jun 2012 23:44:08 GMT

Sennen: Created page with 'You suddenly feel worried the door might not be enough. ''Whoever killed Miss Anderson has to be crazy. Is a door going to stop them?'' You hesitantly speak up. "Um...Monique," …'

You suddenly feel worried the door might not be enough. ''Whoever killed Miss Anderson has to be crazy. Is a door going to stop them?''

You hesitantly speak up. "Um...Monique," The older student is startled out of her thoughts.

She appears suspicious of you, but the moment passes quickly when she recognizes you. "Go on." She commands.

"Is the door really going to keep them out?" you finish.

She nods once. "This door will keep out a rhinoceros. I promise. "

Monique offers you a small smile, then turns to the group of students who came with her. "And it's going to keep us inside, too. I don't want any of us opening that door, alright? Not while some killer is out there."

[[BloodsportNaomiSObey|Agree and obey]]

[[BloodsportNaomiSAsk|Ask about the people outside]]

[[BloodsportNaomiS|Try to leave]]

{{Bloodsport.|Location=Room 502|Character=Naomi S|Health=Calmer|Kills=N/A}}

[[Category: Bloodsport.]]

BloodsportNaomiSQuiet

Sennen — Tue, 05 Jun 2012 02:10:10 GMT

Sennen:

You don't know what to do or say. Its not like you've ever prepared for your teacher getting murdered. So you let Monique be the first to speak.
She turns around so quickly it makes you dizzy. The older, yet oddly shorter student scans the class, and her gaze rests on you. Surprise and relief registers in her brown eyes.

"Naomi? I thought you were in the restroom...?" she begins. Then she waves the thought away. "Nevermind."

She motions you forward and you follow. The dozen or so of you gather in the middle of the classroom, where the desks have been pushed aside. Monique is in the center, all eyes on the senior and only adult. She sits all of you down before speaking, then stares each of you down in turn.

"Everybody, I'm glad you're in here. I don't believe any of you are murderers, but someone killed Miss Anderson and they're out there."

She stays quiet for a moment as the others whisper to themselves.

In an tone that left no room for argument, she says, "So, we are staying in here until the law catches them. No heroics, no leaving, and no letting anyone in who isn't a police officer, alright?"

[[BloodsportNaomiSObey|Agree and obey]]

[[BloodsportNaomiSAsk|Ask about the people outside]]

[[BloodsportNaomiS|Try to leave]]

{{Bloodsport.|Location=Room 502|Character=Naomi S|Health=Calmer|Kills=N/A}}

[[Category: Bloodsport.]]

Sennen — Sat, 02 Jun 2012 18:02:38 GMT

Sennen: tweak of Erin's description

BloodsportJackSWaitOut

Sennen — Sat, 02 Jun 2012 02:48:33 GMT

Sennen:

There are three other students in your trench to your left, staring at you in shocked silence. No one dares to move.

You've done enough already, so you gently place your rifle on the ground. You can't make it worse if you aren't holding the gun.

The injured girl whimpers for a couple of minutes as her blood flows freely.

When she stops, you realize you just watched someone die by your hand.

[[BloodsportJackSTrenchLH1aKill|Resign yourself to life in the Trenches]]

{{Bloodsport.|Location=The Trenches|Character=Jack S|Health=Fine|Kills=1}}

[[Category: Bloodsport.]]

Sennen — Fri, 01 Jun 2012 04:48:24 GMT

Sennen: Created page with 'You stay put. It would be stupid to move. There are machine guns and a crazy woman who can remotely control people. The girl to your left pulls herself up, kicking up bits of di…'

You stay put. It would be stupid to move. There are machine guns and a crazy woman who can remotely control people.

The girl to your left pulls herself up, kicking up bits of dirt in your face. Once she hits ground level, she quickly disappears from view. You brush off dust.

Ahead of you, you hear sounds like a turret firing. You look skyward. Above, multiple sprays of blood fly over your head. There is a distinct thud. You're certain the girl is dead.

Any hope of escape seems to die then and there along with her.

[[BloodsportJackSTrenchLH1Kill|Resign yourself to life in the Trenches]]

{{Bloodsport.|Location=The Trenches|Character=Jack S|Health=Fine|Kills=1}}

[[Category: Bloodsport.]]

Sennen — Fri, 01 Jun 2012 00:07:42 GMT

Sennen:

You have no choice but to do as she commands, as you are no longer in control. Despite being unable to actually do anything, you spend the entire walk to the football field mentally resisting your possession. This of course fails, only increasing your level of panic. Outwardly it doesn't show. She controls even your breathing. The feeling of someone other than you pushing air through your lungs is extremely unsettling at best.

Before long, you arrive at the grassy field. Once there, the woman in white relinquishes control. You fall on your knees, coughing. Your heart and lungs protest against the abuse inflicted by that crazy woman.

Said crazy woman then vanishes.

A redheaded boy just in front of you, named John, snaps around. His face is contorted in terror.

"Did Erin...summon her?"

You tell him, "I'm sure of it. She was chanting. Miss Grey disappeared. Then that woman kills her when she tries to reverse her spell. You saw."

John braces himself, and shiveres. "I thought you were lying." He laughs bitterly. "I thought I heard you shout something incriminating-sounding before Miss Grey went poof, but there isn't any mistaking what just happened."

Given what you've just seen, you shrug. The woman clearly has some kind of magic. Only an idiot would deny it.

You and John jump when a loudspeaker interrupts your thoughts.

'''"I've been studying your country's bloody history. So many wars in such a short existence. I find it fascinating. "'''

For a brief moment, all the students begin talking at once.

'''"SILENCE!'''"

''Definitely not an office worker.''

"'''I particularly like the ones you call World Wars."''' She pauses.

The next statement and the giddiness in her tone leaves you floored.

"'''You are going to reenact them for me, children."'''

You shout back at the disembodied voice, "Are you nuts?"

However, the grass underneath your feet shifts, and you are plunged downward towards the earth. Through it, about six feet down.

In your hands is a rifle.

[[BloodsportJackS3a|Peek over the top of the ditch]]

[[BloodsportJackS3b|Stay put and process what just happened.]]

{{Bloodsport.|Location=The Trenches|Character=Jack S|Health=Fine|Kills=N/A}}

[[Category: Bloodsport.]]

BloodsportJackSTrenchDeath2

Sennen — Fri, 01 Jun 2012 00:02:57 GMT

Sennen: Created page with 'One of the mounted machine guns springs to life, barrels spinning and spitting out hundreds of rounds per minute. The girl is torn into shredded meat infront of you and the bull…'

BloodsportJackS2b

Sennen — Fri, 01 Jun 2012 00:00:33 GMT

Sennen: Created page with 'You don't bother to try to look out there. You have watched enough war movies to know it won't end well. Guys out of the trenches are dead meat. '''"You may notice not all of y…'

You don't bother to try to look out there. You have watched enough war movies to know it won't end well. Guys out of the trenches are dead meat.

'''"You may notice not all of your trenches received machine guns."'''

Those words promise that it's exactly as bad you think.

'''"Only 30 trenches have them, along with other goodies. The rest of you will have to capture or disable one. Dehydration sets in at about 3 days, just in case you didn't know."'''

''Dehydration? Oh, shit.''

People curse or cry out from their various trenches. It's unjust, it's unfair, it's messed up.

''How can she possibly think she'll get away with this?''

From your left, you hear a girl yell out, "You can't do this to us! Our parents...the ''police'' will come and stop you."

You look toward her. She starts crawling out of the trench. You watch, but you've got a bad feeling.

[[BloodsportJackSTrenchDeath2|Get out as well]]

[[BloodsportJackSTrenchKill2|Shoot her]]

[[BloodsportJackSTrenchIdle2|Do nothing]]

{{Bloodsport.|Location=The Trenches|Character=Jack S|Health=Mostly Fine|Kills=1}}

[[Category: Bloodsport.]]

BloodsportJackS2a

Sennen — Thu, 31 May 2012 23:56:45 GMT

Sennen: Created page with 'You dig your hands into the muddy earth. It's difficult to get a grip, but underneath the layer of mud is solid dirt. You're just barely able to peek over the edge-beyond which…'

You dig your hands into the muddy earth. It's difficult to get a grip, but underneath the layer of mud is solid dirt.

You're just barely able to peek over the edge-beyond which you see that multiple ditches have been torn into the ground. The grass is gone, replaced with dirt and rock. There are machine gun placements at the base of several ditches, perhaps two dozen out of maybe a hundred. No students are above ground. All of you have fallen into the earth.

'''"You may notice not all of your trenches received machine guns. Only 30 trenches have them, along with other goodies. The rest of you will have to capture or disable one. Dehydration sets in at about 3 days, just in case you didn't know."'''

''Dehydration? Oh, shit.''

People curse or cry out from their various trenches. It's unjust, it's unfair, it's messed up.

''How can she possibly think she'll get away with this?''

From your left, you hear a girl yell out, "You can't do this to us! Our parents...the ''police'' will come and stop you."

You look toward her. She starts crawling out of the trench. You watch, but you've got a bad feeling.

[[BloodsportJackSTrenchDeath2|Get out as well]]

[[BloodsportJackSTrenchKill2|Shoot her]]

[[BloodsportJackSTrenchIdle2|Do nothing]]

{{Bloodsport.|Location=The Trenches|Character=Jack S|Health=Mostly Fine|Kills=1}}

[[Category: Bloodsport.]]

BloodsportJackS3b

Sennen — Thu, 31 May 2012 23:48:50 GMT

You don't bother to try to look out there. You have watched enough war movies to know it won't end well. Guys out of the trenches are dead meat.

'''"You may notice not all of your trenches received machine guns."'''

Those words promise that it's exactly as bad you think.

'''"Only 30 trenches have them, along with other goodies. The rest of you will have to capture or disable one. Dehydration sets in at about 3 days, just in case you didn't know."'''

''Dehydration? Oh, shit.''

People curse or cry out from their various trenches. It's unjust, it's unfair, it's messed up.

''How can she possibly think she'll get away with this?''

From your left, you hear a girl yell out, "You can't do this to us! Our parents...the ''police'' will come and stop you."

You look toward her. She starts crawling out of the trench. You watch, but you've got a bad feeling.

[[BloodsportJackSTrenchDeath|Get out as well]]

[[BloodsportJackSTrenchKill|Shoot her]]

[[BloodsportJackSTrenchIdle|Do nothing]]

{{Bloodsport.|Location=The Trenches|Character=Jack S|Health=Fine|Kills=N/A}}

[[Category: Bloodsport.]]

BloodsportJackSTrenchDeath

Sennen — Thu, 31 May 2012 23:36:40 GMT

BloodsportJackS3a

Sennen — Thu, 31 May 2012 23:33:30 GMT

Sennen:

You dig your hands into the muddy earth. It's difficult to get a grip, but underneath the layer of mud is solid dirt.

You're just barely able to peek over the edge-beyond which you see that multiple ditches have been torn into the ground. The grass is gone, replaced with dirt and rock. There are machine gun placements at the base of several ditches, perhaps two dozen out of maybe a hundred. No students are above ground. All of you have fallen into the earth.

'''"You may notice not all of your trenches received machine guns. Only 30 trenches have them, along with other goodies. The rest of you will have to capture or disable one. Dehydration sets in at about 3 days, just in case you didn't know."'''

''Dehydration? Oh, shit.''

People curse or cry out from their various trenches. It's unjust, it's unfair, it's messed up.

''How can she possibly think she'll get away with this?''

From your left, you hear a girl yell out, "You can't do this to us! Our parents...the ''police'' will come and stop you."

You look toward her. She starts crawling out of the trench. You watch, but you've got a bad feeling.

[[BloodsportJackSTrenchDeath|Get out as well]]

[[BloodsportJackSTrenchKill|Shoot her]]

[[BloodsportJackSTrenchIdle|Do nothing]]

{{Bloodsport.|Location=The Trenches|Character=Jack S|Health=Fine|Kills=N/A}}

[[Category: Bloodsport.]]

BloodsportJackS3a

Sennen — Thu, 31 May 2012 23:32:35 GMT

Sennen: Posted wrong pages, whoops

You dig your hands into the muddy earth. It's difficult to get a grip, but underneath the layer of mud is solid dirt.

You're just barely able to peek over the edge-beyond which you see that multiple ditches have been torn into the ground. The grass is gone, replaced with dirt and rock. There are machine gun placements at the base of several ditches, perhaps two dozen out of maybe a hundred. No students are above ground. All of you have fallen into the earth.

'''"You may notice not all of your trenches received machine guns. Only 30 trenches have them, along with other goodies. The rest of you will have to capture or disable one. Dehydration sets in at about 3 days, just in case you didn't know."'''

''Dehydration? Oh, shit.''

People curse or cry out from their various trenches. It's unjust, it's unfair, it's messed up.

''How can she possibly think she'll get away with this?''

From your left, you hear a girl yell out, "You can't do this to us! Our parents...the ''police'' will come and stop you."

You look toward her. She starts crawling out of the trench. You watch, but you've got a bad feeling.

[[BloodsportJackSTrenchDeath|Get out as well]]

[BloodsportJackSTrenchKill|Shoot her]]

[[BloodsportJackSTrenchIdle|Do nothing]]

{{Bloodsport.|Location=The Trenches|Character=Jack S|Health=Fine|Kills=N/A}}

[[Category: Bloodsport.]]

BloodsportJackS3a

Sennen — Thu, 31 May 2012 23:30:33 GMT

BloodsportJackSGymTaunt

Sennen — Thu, 31 May 2012 15:18:11 GMT

Sennen:

A voice from the crowd rises up just as you were about to speak. You recognize the boy as one John Flanagan.

"Now wait just one minute. Just what are you trying to do, Jack?"

You can feel the heat on your back, but you ignore him to concentrate on the spellcaster before you.

"You killed her. Because she didn't love you. She barely knew you existed."

There's tangible anger in the air, both in front and behind you. A restraining hand grips your shoulder. You know it's John's. In front, Erin's breathing is harsh, and she's shaking.

"The only way to get what you want was by force, and that's what did, you-"

The younger and smaller teen launches herself at you. She rakes her nails across your arms and face. It's painful, but not debilitating.

You punch her. Hard. She falls backward, but springs back up.

A group of fellow students pull John away from you, and join in. As for Erin, the mob kicks, scratches, and pins her down. People are shouting, cheering you on.

She's far stronger than she looks, because it takes four bigger teens just to keep her down. One boy takes ahold of her left arm. You take the right, and on the count of three you both pull. The sickly noise of cracking bones fills your ears.

The pinned girls screams herself hoarse cursing her attackers, flailing in all directions. Blood pours from gashes.

She manages to kick a girl right in the nose, smashing it. The owner of that nose immediately lets go of Erin's leg. Erin slides out from under her assailants.

You kick her in the ribs, and you hear that cracking sound. Her chest caves in under your feet.

Moments later, she stops struggling. Just like that, it's over. You and your helpers back away from the body of your classmate. Deadly silence fills the room after that, for minutes on end.

After some time, you laugh. "We just killed a witch." you tell your audience.

You scan the crowd, and find a second body, that of John Flanagan.

You and the others are startled as the loudspeakers crackle to life. A female voice that you don't recognize speaks.

"Football field, children. Now."

[[BloodsportJackSFootball2|Leave for the football field]]

{{Bloodsport.|Location=The Gym|Character=Jack S|Health=Minor Blood Loss|Kills=1}}

[[Category: Bloodsport.]]

BloodsportJackSGymTaunt

Sennen — Thu, 31 May 2012 15:12:03 GMT

Sennen:

A voice from the crowd rises up just as you were about to speak. You recognize the boy as one John Flanagan.

"Now wait just one minute. Just what are you trying to do, Jack?"

You can feel the heat on your back, but you ignore him to concentrate on the spellcaster before you.

"You killed her. Because she didn't love you. She barely knew you existed."

There's tangible anger in the air, both in front and behind you. A restraining hand grips your shoulder. You know it's John's. In front, Erin's breathing is harsh, and she's shaking.

"The only way to get what you want was by force, and that's what did, you-"

The younger and smaller teen launches herself at you. She rakes her nails across your arms and face. It's painful, but not debilitating.

You punch her. Hard. She falls backward, but springs back up.

A group of fellow students pull John away from you, and join in. As for Erin, the mob kicks, scratches, and pins her down. People are shouting, cheering you on.

She's far stronger than she looks, because it takes four bigger teens just to keep her down. One boy takes ahold of her left arm. You take the right, and on the count of three you both pull. The sickly noise of cracking bones fills your ears.

The pinned girls screams herself hoarse cursing her attackers, flailing in all directions. Blood pours from gashes.

She manages to kick a girl right in the nose, smashing it. The owner of that nose immediately lets go of Erin's leg. Erin slides out from under her assailants.

You kick her in the ribs, and you hear that cracking sound. Her chest caves in under your feet.

Moments later, she stops strughling. It's over. Deadly silence fills the room after that, for minutes on end.

After some time, you laugh. "We just killed a witch." you tell your audience.

You scan the crowd, and find a second body, that of John Flanagan.

You and the others are startled as the loudspeakers crackle to life. A female voice that you don't recognize speaks.

"Football field, children. Now."

[[BloodsportJackSFootball2|Leave for the football field]]

{{Bloodsport.|Location=The Gym|Character=Jack S|Health=Minor Blood Loss|Kills=1}}

[[Category: Bloodsport.]]

User talk:Sennen

Sennen — Thu, 31 May 2012 14:14:43 GMT

Sennen:

User talk:TheElderOnes

Sennen — Thu, 31 May 2012 14:14:32 GMT

Sennen:

BloodsportNaomiSCheck

Sennen — Thu, 31 May 2012 12:15:44 GMT

Sennen:

You feel your heart jump into your throat.

"Miss Anderson is dead?" you tentatively ask.

The athlete nods and slumps her friends over her shoulder. She wanders off with Stephanie, probably going to the school nurse.

Other students pour out of room 502. None of them want to be in the same room as a dead body. You head inside to see if you can help your English teacher.

The desks are all shoved toward the edges of the room in a circle, as are crumpled homework assignments. You go up to your apparently deceased teacher's desk.

There is a distinct lack of a body, however.

"...wha..."

''This isn't a prank, is it?'' you think. ''Can Stephanie faint on command? I don't think so.''

You turn your head to the door and call your classmates. "Um, Miss Anderson isn't in here."

The words come out too soft for them to hear.

Just above your head, a loudspeaker booms over your head. Frightened badly, you jump backwards and land on your rear.

The voice is feminine and regal, yet subtly unpleasant. '''"This is your assistant principal. I have a grave announcement to make."'''

A chill runs down your spine.

'''"Someone in this school is a murderer. I can't tell who, or why, but someone here is out to kill you. Please, secure yourself and your fellow classmates until security may be brought in to root them out."'''

About ten students rush back into your class. The final student is the teacher's assistant, Monique Delaney. She locks the door from the inside, and two boys help her barricade it with a large cabinet.

[[BloodsportNaomiSTellMoni|Tell Monique that Miss Anderson's body is gone.]]

[[BloodsportNaomiSAskDoor|Ask how secure the door is]]

[[BloodsportNaomiSQuiet|Wait for Monique to speak]]

{{Bloodsport.|Location=Room 502 |Character=Naomi S|Health=Terrified|Kills=N/A}}

[[Category: Bloodsport.]]

BloodsportNaomiSCheck

Sennen — Thu, 31 May 2012 12:13:29 GMT

Sennen: Created page with 'You feel your heart jump into your throat. "Miss Anderson is dead?" you tentatively ask. The athlete nods and slumps her friends over her shoulder. She wanders off with Stepha…'

You feel your heart jump into your throat.

"Miss Anderson is dead?" you tentatively ask.

The athlete nods and slumps her friends over her shoulder. She wanders off with Stephanie, probably going to the school nurse.

Other students pour out of room 502. None of them want to be in the same room as a dead body. You head inside to see if you can help your English teacher.

The desks are all shoved toward the edges of the room in a circle, as are crumpled homework assignments. You go up to your apparently deceased teacher's desk.

There is a distinct lack of a body, however.

"...wha..."

''This isn't a prank, is it?'' you think. ''Can Stephanie faint on command? I don't think so.''

You turn your head to the door and call your classmates. "Um, Miss Anderson isn't in here."

The words come out too soft for them to hear.

Just above your head, a loudspeaker booms over your head. Frightened badly, you jump backwards and land on your rear.

The voice is feminine and regal, yet subtly unpleasant. '''"This is your assistant principal. I have a grave announcement to make."'''

A chill runs down your spine.

'''"Someone in this school is a murderer. I can't tell who, or why, but someone here is out to kill you. Please, secure yourself and your fellow classmates until security may be brought in to root them out."'''

About ten students rush back into your class. The final student is the teacher's assistant, Monique Delaney. She locks the door from the inside, and two boys help her barricade it with a large cabinet.
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[[BloodsportNaomiSTellMoni|Tell Monique that Miss Anderson's body is gone.]]

[[BloodsportNaomiSAskDoor|Ask how secure the door is]]

[[BloodsportNaomiSQuiet|Wait for Monique to speak]]

{{Bloodsport.|Location=Room 502 |Character=Naomi S|Health=Terrified|Kills=N/A}}

[[Category: Bloodsport.]]

BloodsportNaomiSIntroClass

Sennen — Thu, 31 May 2012 11:25:22 GMT

Sennen: Created page with '''It's just a scraped knee. I'll be okay.'' you think. ''Even if I'd like to put off class a little longer...'' You shake your head. No excuses. You're a big girl, you can face…'

''It's just a scraped knee. I'll be okay.'' you think. ''Even if I'd like to put off class a little longer...''

You shake your head. No excuses. You're a big girl, you can face the teacher. Favoring your scraped leg, you shuffle over to your class. The sting dissipates after a few steps.

Out of nowhere, the light of the sun starts to dim. Panicking, you search the sky for that comforting light, even though you know you shouldn't.

The sky turns black. The sun goes dark along with it, minus even the ring of light that comes with an eclipse. ''This isn't natural.''

A cold breeze hits the back of your neck, giving you goosebumbs. The air starts to become heavy, and you breathe it in short, ragged gasps.

The blood in your veins feels icy. Your heart starts pumping faster.

As suddenly as it began, the color returns to the world, and your body is warm again.

You stand there for a minute, stunned.

The slam of a door ahead of you startles you. Ten feet ahead is your class, and it was your classroom door you heard. You walk towards room 502

A tall athletic blond girl whose name you can't remember jumps out, along with a mousy brown haired girl named Stephanie. They turn to you in sync.

"Miss Anderson..." Stephanie says, shaking badly.

You freeze. "What happened to Miss Anderson?"

The shaking girl collapses. Her friend immediately drops to her side. The stronger blonde pulls Stephanie into her arms.

While lifting her friend, the blonde says to you, "Miss Anderson started to shake, and scream, and she just..." The girl mumbles the next part. "she wasn't breathing, no pulse. Miss Anderson just died."

[[BloodsportNaomiSCarry|Offer to carry Stephanie to the nurse]]

[[BloodsportNaomiSCheck|Check on Miss Anderson]]

{{Bloodsport.|Location=The Hallway |Character=Naomi S|Health=Terrified|Kills=N/A}}

[[Category: Bloodsport.]]

User talk:Sennen

Sennen — Thu, 31 May 2012 09:17:46 GMT

Sennen:

Hey, just dropping in to say that I'm so goddamned happy that someone else has taken an interest in Bloodsport. After going through the pages you've created so far, I wanted to note that I'm liking Naomi and Jack's stories. I honestly had a lot planned and pre-written for Marissa, but I started to lose motivation when I felt like nobody was reading it. And then I log on and see that someone has started not one, but two new characters? I applaud you, sir. I applaud you. Perhaps now I'll get some serious work done on miss Proppes... --[[User:TheElderOnes|TheElderOnes]] 07:13, 31 May 2012 (UTC)

I'm not sure if I should reply here or on your page (I'm new to wikis and editthis), but I'm glad to hear you like the characters I added. Honestly, I'm kinda surprised no one else added on to this CYOA. I'd love to see Marissa continued!
-[[User:Sennen|Sennen]] 09:17, 31 May 2012 (UTC)

BloodsportJackSFootball1

Sennen — Thu, 31 May 2012 08:57:16 GMT

Sennen: Created page with 'You have no choice but to do as she commands, as you are no longer in control. Despite being unable to actually do anything, you spend the entire walk to the football field ment…'

You have no choice but to do as she commands, as you are no longer in control. Despite being unable to actually do anything, you spend the entire walk to the football field mentally resisting your possession. This of course fails, only increasing your level of panic. Outwardly it doesn't show. She controls even your breathing. The feeling of someone other than you pushing air through your lungs is extremely unsettling at best.

Before long, you arrive at the grassy field. Once there, the woman in white relinquishes control. You fall on your knees, coughing. Your heart and lungs protest against the abuse inflicted by that crazy woman.

Said crazy woman then vanishes.

A redheaded boy just in front of you, named John, snaps around. His face is contorted in terror.

"Did Erin...summon her?"

You tell him, "I'm sure of it. She was chanting. Miss Grey disappeared. Then that woman kills her when she tries to reverse her spell. You saw."

John braces himself, and shiveres. "I thought you were lying." He laughs bitterly. "I thought I heard you shout something incriminating-sounding before Miss Grey went poof, but there isn't any mistaking what just happened."

Given what you've just seen, you shrug. The woman clearly has some kind of magic. Only an idiot would deny it.

You and John jump when a loudspeaker interrupts your thoughts.

'''"I've been studying your country's bloody history. So many wars in such a short existence. I find it fascinating. "'''

For a brief moment, all the students begin talking at once.

'''"SILENCE!'''"

''Definitely not an office worker.''

"'''I particularly like the ones you call World Wars."''' She pauses.

The next statement and the giddiness in her tone leaves you floored.

"'''You are going to reenact them for me, children."'''

You shout back at the disembodied voice, "Are you nuts?"

However, the grass underneath your feet shifts, and you are plunged downward towards the earth. Through it, about six feet down.

In your hands is a rifle.

[[BloodsportJackS1a|Peek over the top of the ditch]]

[[BloodsportJackS1b|Stay put and process what just happened.]]

{{Bloodsport.|Location=The Trenches|Character=Jack S|Health=Fine|Kills=N/A}}

[[Category: Bloodsport.]]