MacMarc0815

wormy bag

Aleece Sherwood Hugon

RAYLOR

English

First I thought I was blind but noticed that my surrounding was completely black. Suddenly a door in front of me was being opened. Confused I stumbled forward into the light. I heard a crowd and a loud voice from above yelled. "Welcome all, this will be a fight to the death"!

The only reason I considered the possibility of being blinded was because I was hit by a truck five minutes ago. Despite this, I was in the middle of a Roman arena with a massive crowd. Before I could think I was ambushed and a spear was to my throat. 'Mercy me!' I yelled.

‘Mercy?’ Spat the great hulk of a gladiator, looming above me. ‘You expect me to be merciful after what you did to my brother? No, I’m going to make this nice and slow for you.’ With the last few words he ground the tip of his spear against my throat.

No, I don’t want to die like this, with shame! There’s no point of asking for mercy now. If I’m going to die.. I would die holding my sword, fighting! “I dragged myself away from the spear and with a quick move I picked up my sword. I coughed, I’m tired, but that won’t stop me!”

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