Rasmus immediately took one of the children and took the gag off him, also loosening the cloth they tied his hands with. The little boy struggled to get free from his hold but his grip was too strong for him.
"Leave me! I'm not going out there! I don't want to die like this! Let me go!" He shouted and kept crying.
"Listen you little mut! If you don't want to end up like him, you had better fight." Rasmus said and pulled him up from the chair. He then took him to another room where he would be lifted onto the stage just as Malakai was. This time, instead of putting the knife in a tray, he was given it to hold in hand.
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Back on stage, Malakai was hanging on the little thread he had between life and death. He watched his arm get eaten and now the beast was ready to chomp down on him again. He closed his eyes accepting his fate with more tears dropping from his eyes.
"5..4..3..2..1!" The audience counted along with the virtual projection of a countdown. Just then, a blast had gone off killing the beast in an instant. It's blood splashed the stage. Malakai could barely see for his vision slowly went dark. He only knew the beast in front of him was no more and his body was slowly being lowered off the stage. The time limit for him to be with the beast had elapsed. Every child will be given an amount of time to get feasted on by beasts. If they died before the time elapses, then they would have a feast 'in their honour'.
As the body of the nearly lifeless boy was being taken away, another performer was being lifted on stage. The audience cheered for the young one who did his best and the new one who would hopefully give them a good show. While some of them wanted the children to last, others wanted to see them get eaten.
"Welcome, Michael Howell!" A voice announced. The little boy who was dressed same way Malakai was, stood already shaking and crying. He held tightly onto the knife knowing that was his only way of survival. There was no helping him, there was no saving him. He had to rely on himself. But, what can a ten year old do against a beast?
"Aww, he's already crying."
"He's even more cute than the last one, maybe I should add him to the list."
It didn't take long since he arrived for his monster to be released. A beast of the same kind as earlier came out, only this one had red skin and went on the attack immediately. After trying so hard to mentally prepare himself for the battle for his life, he immediately took to his heels running around the stage, trying to avoid the beast. He moved his legs fast, turning back from time to see if the beast was closing in.
When it launched itself, Michael would immediately move out of the way to avoid being pushed to the ground. He couldn't keep running, he knew the beast would catch up to him. So he had to at least, slow it down.
"If I'm correct, listening to the countdown and then watching the previous peformers body being lowered and the beast's blood everywhere, it would mean there's a time limit. I just need to last, I have to avoid getting caught at all cost." He thought and immediately turned back with a slash to the beast's fore limbs. It easily cut through almost cutting them off cleanly.
Though he was happy with the outcome, he wondered about something. "I have seen beasts before, this one's skin is too easily cut by this small knife. Are we being given a chance to survive? No, this is still wrong. What will they even get out of this?"
The beast cried out in pain and paused for a while before continuing the chase. It was now slower than it previously was. Michael then saw the blade Malakai had used and while running past, he picked it up. The beast kept chasing after him, this time making large leaps due to its defective forelimbs. Two out of six was damaged, but it made only minimal damage.
Michael seeing the beast hot on his tail turned to make another cut but he was caught this time. His hand was now in the beast's mouth. The teeth instantly crushing the bones. "AAAARGHH!!" He shouted and stabbed the beast in its head repeatedly with his other arm while screaming.
The beast was gnawing on his arm relentlessly. Neither was Michael relenting as he kept driving the blade through the beast's hide. He could feel its grip slowly loosening and then he stabbed it on the neck. Any part of the beast he found, he kept goring at it.
"CRAAAWW!!" The beast let out a cry and let go of his arm. Michael took the opportunity to run. His arm was bleeding profusely, but not as much as the beast was. He had severly hurt it and that in itself was a good thing. He just had to keep running. He held onto his right arm which was damaged.
"I will not die here. I will escape, I will go back home." He said to himself while running from the beast which was still on the chase although much slower. Both their blood oozed from their injuries dripping all over the stage.
Watching the boy try to get away was beyond entertaining for the audience. They cheered on watching. They would be more excited to see him get hurt as much as Malakai was, all he was doing was run away but him surviving meant they would get more shows, so they were happy.
"His..his blood, it's everywhere, he's leaving it everywhere. Just let me go! I promise I won't do anything." Roderick continued to beg his colleagues as he watched from above. He was going crazy watching the children, not just him, they all were and were beginning to second guess their decision to be present for this one.
"You are too hyper, even your seat is shaking and you expect us to trust you?" Renjiro said. Roderick kept begging but they kept deaf ears. All their attention was on the boy on stage. The amount of blood he was losing and th pain shooting up his body was making him drowsy and he was losing his footing.
The beast even after all those stabs to the head kept moving forward at him. The blade was too small to reach any vital parts anyway so it would only cause numerous cuts and bleeding. But the blood loss and injuries was taking a toll on the beast as well.
"I can't stop, I can't stop." Michael kept telling himself trying to move his legs faster. The beast getting closer launched itself forward and knocked Michael off his feet. He fell with his stomach to the floor. It then dug its razor sharp teeth into the boys body. It aimed for the neck but due to the way the boy fell, the beast's teeth went into his shoulders instead. Michael was unable to do anything because of how he fell and could only lay as he got eaten.
"AAAH!! AARGHH!!" He screamed as the beast feasted on him.
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Hello, author here, participating in my first WPC. Giving the world of revenge a try, so here's a story about secrecy, greed, power, bloodshed, gods and demons, and a young man who finds himself between them all.
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I hope you enjoy reading.
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The audience laughed and cheered watching the macabre scene unfold before their eyes, while sipping on the drinks from their glasses with smirks on thier faces. The man and wife, host of the event watched on and were pleased. Their viewers were being entertained and so were they.
"I wonder what we will get after this," the man thought stroking on his chin. He then turned to look at his wife. Seeing the smile she had on her face pleased him.
Michael kept screaming in pain and agony, he even began to shout for help even though he knew there was none. After his shoulder down to his arm, the beast sunk its teeth into the side of his face tearing off the skin from the bone.
"5..4..3..2..1!" The countdown ended again and this beast just like the last was gone. After witnessing the boy under the beasts for a while and the loud screams which got muffled down, they thought he must have died. Most of them wished for his death, the feast was what they wanted the most.
There was a lot of blood where the boy laid with most of it being his own. He hadn't moved a muscle since the countdown and was now slowly getting lowered off the stage with another been introduced.
Seeing the amount of blood splattered on the stage and even beneath her feet, the girl who now stood in front of the crowd was horrified. She got even more petrified when her beast was unleashed on her. She held on feebly to the knife in hand having no will to fight.
"This, this isn't even a tool for battle, it's a stupid kitchen knife and I'm sent here to battle a b-b-beast," she bit down with tears in her eyes.
Before coming on stage, she had made up her mind to just let the hideous green coloured creature feed on her, it was easier that way. Now seeing the beast launch itself at her with great speed, she suddenly had one thought "I, I can not die here!" In that instant she had a lot of memories of her family flood her mind and there was nothing she wanted more than to go back to them.
She lifted up the knife with shaky arms and stared at the beast. "Mommy, daddy, little sister, I'll come home! I'll see you once again!" She said internally and took to her heels. Of course the first thought of action would be to outrun the beast. No matter what she tried, she couldn't beat what was in front of her unless it was restrained and she held some strong weapon in hand.
"Stay away! Go away!" She shouted while running away from the beast. Compared to Michael, she was slow and the beast had already caught up to her. "Set me free, please save me! I don't want to die! Mommy!" She screamed as she ran still with the knife in hand.
"Look at those little legs move. Maybe I should make my own list of whom I want. I have a feeling that this one would be tasty," the audience commented.
Although she didn't want to turn around to see the distance between herself and the beast, the little girl knew turning her back on the creature was a bad move. She eventually looked back and saw the beast upon her. She missed a step and fell to the floor with her face, luckily. The beast that was already mid air in a pounce attempt had missed her and fallen off in the distance.
The girl got up and so did the beast. Her white dress now had stains of red and green on it. Even her face was covered in blood of the two young ones who had suffered perhaps what she was about to as the beast was on the move again.
Her will to run away was strong but her fear stricken self caused her legs to be wobbly. "AAAARGHH!" She let out a high-pitched scream as the beast reached her. The audience were at the edge of their seats with excitement waiting to see what will happen next. The smile they had on slowly began to vanish.
The beast hadn't moved and just stayed in place when it got to her. Her screams were still being heard loud and clear but nothing was seen to be happening. That was until the little hovering cameras moved closer to the two on stage projecting an image of what was going on.
As the beast went on to attack, she had lifted her hand which had the knife in it and it stabbed it. She might have been struck with fear, but she didn't want to die just yet. Whether she just had a vast amount of luck was another thing altogether. As she thrusted her arm forward, the knife had gone into the beast through its jaw and into its head. It had moved at her with so much force that her hand along with the knife passed through its jaw and came out on the crown of its head.
Her screams didn't stop as she watched her arm. The beast's body wiggled a bit scaring her. She used her other arm and pushed its body while simultaneously pulling her arm out of it. She crawled with her arms away from it with tears like waterfalls leaving her eyes. She sat for a few seconds watching the beast. Not believing it's dead, she moved closer and repeatedly stabbed it through the head.
"You wanted to eat me, right? Die! Die! Die! DIE!" She shouted.
"Is this some sort of joke? Did she really just kill it, and is not even hurt in the slightest?! For the first time, the reaction in the crowd was negative.
"I know they made something so weak for them, but this is still just not believable. Why will this happen?!" Not just the audience, but the man and his wife, even the first five supernaturals of the world were speechless.
"In the years of doing this, this is a first," Brielle said.
After a moments of astonishment, a voice announced "For the first time ever, in the history of this show, a beast was slain. Our victorious fighter, Judy Graham!" The crowd didn't cheer for a while but then small sounds of clapping was heard as some of them who wouldn't just dismiss the fact that a ten year old just killed a beast decided to give an applaud. Soon almost everyone was clapping for her. Those who had wanted something else and still not caring for her life in anyway just sat with a sour expression.
The little girl who was covered in blood, and was petrified looked up at everyone in bewilderment. "Am I supposed to die or live? Is this a test for supernaturals or something? Whatever it is, I feel like a celebrity now."
Her silly thought had forced a smile on her face before she was lowered off the stage. She might have survived it unscathed, but it didn't mean it would be the same for the next two whom would soon go out to battle. She had given them a little hope, maybe they could fight it. But as soon as the young boy set his foot on the stage, he was faced with not just one, but two beasts.
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Hello, author here, participating in my first WPC. Giving the world of revenge a try, so here's a story about secrecy, greed, power, bloodshed, gods and demons, and a young man who finds himself between them all.
You can let me know your thoughts in the comment section.
I hope you enjoy reading.
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