BloodsportJackSGymTaunt
From Create Your Own Story
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 launched 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. They kick, scratch, and pin her down.
People are shouting, cheering you on.
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.
You kick her in the ribs. Moments later, it's over. She stopped moving.
You laugh. "We just killed a witch." you tell your audience.
Deadly silence fills the room after that, for minutes on end.
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."
| Bloodsport. | ||
| I Am: | Jack S. | I'm In:
The Gym. |
| I Feel: | Minor Blood Loss. | |
| Kills: | 1. | |
