Chapter 4
As my vision turned white I felt a rush like no other. I felt as if I could do anything, take anything, and create incredible amounts of power without even trying. The whole time all I could think was 'what in the world did he shoot me up with?!' Then, as if it had never happened, it disappeared. I opened my eyes and found myself in a very peculiar place, a place that seemed to glow blue. I noticed hundreds of people to my front and left, but not to my right or behind me. I looked down and noticed a number, 128. 'So this is what dictates a handful now.' I thought, 'and it looks like I am the last one, which puts me at a disadvantage as far as alliances go.' My thoughts were interrupted by a voice booming throughout the structure, which I could already guess was The Silent City.
"Hello and welcome, to my great arena! I wish you all the best of luck in your fights today. I will allow you one weapon of your choice to use in each match. This weapon will not be with you all the time, if you want it to disappear all you have to do is put it back in its container and it shall disappear, if you want it to reappear all you must do is will it to appear and reach for it as if it were there and it shall be. By the end of tonight, half of you will be dead, however I believe if you are not strong enough to win, you do not deserve to. There is no going back now that this has started and there will be no tolerance for any rule breaking as I have previously discussed with each of you. Once you have decided on your weapon, you and your opponent shall be teleported to your respective arenas. Once everyone is ready I will count down from ten and announce the start by making the arena glow green. Now choose your weapon by closing your eyes and imagining it, then reach out and grab it out of the air in front of you." I imagined a Desert Eagle pistol and grabbed it from the air in front of me. On the side it had the initials U.A. on it.
"For all of those who have chosen guns, U.A. means unlimited ammo." He said as if reading my mind. I put the gun in its holster and was sent directly to the arena. Now may be a good time to tell you about myself. My name is Jack Randall, I am 36 years old, weigh 214 pounds, have short brown hair and usually wear a long brown leather coat, loafers and wear black metal rimmed glasses. I have an IQ of 183 and I usually keep a quiet and serious composure and prefer to get straight down to business. I work as a biomedical engineer so I'm not really equipped to be fighting right now, however I have taken fighting lessons since I was five years old so I guess it all evens out. But, back to the present, my opponent had finally appeared in front of me. However the floor was not yet green. My opponent was stretching and staring at me with a look that could kill, but it didn't phase me.
"Hello there." I said. He continued staring at me not saying a word.
"Or not." I said, continuing to wait.
"Ten" The voice said, surprising me. Instantly I was on my guard. I watched my opponent get ready opposite me.
"Nine" I realized I had no idea what his weapon was and began to look around for it.
"Eight" I looked closely and saw a glint off his right hand
"Seven" He was wearing a brass knuckle.
"Six" Knowing this, I can deduce that I am going up against someone who relies more is the weapon than his own strength, meaning that if I can keep away from his fist, I can easily defeat him.
"Five" That means he is probably the type of person to charge head on at me rather than try something he's not sure he can pull off.
"Four" I stood up and put my hands in my coat pockets, relaxing, now confident I could easily beat him.
"Three" I stared him down, not moving.
"Two" It's time to fight for my life.
"One" Here we go
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