BloodsportJackSGymTaunt

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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."

Leave for the football field


Bloodsport.
I Am: Jack S. I'm In:

The Gym.

I Feel: Minor Blood Loss.
Kills: 1.
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