The glowing eyes were gone, and this round appeared to be over. None of us were too bad off, except Richelle. She was a horrible sight to behold, and even I know there's nothing we can do for her here.
"We can't just leave her." Tyrone said to Jackson.
"What makes you think we have a choice?" Our leader stated to the crushed Tyrone. The kid said nothing, but continued to be by Richelle's side.
I looked back one last time. Richelle layed motionless, bloody, and lifeless. What kind of place was this? Ripping people away from each other. Even my harshest reality was more forgiving than this place.
Jackson directed something to us, but I was much too distracted. All at once we were all back in the lobby minus Richelle. The lobby hadn't changed since the first time I showed up earlier that day...if it even was today. Everything was happening too fast. How long had I been gone? Am I even still alive?
I turned and saw a screen with names and numbers next to them. All of the "players" showed up on this screen. It turned out to be a record of how well we did in the game apparently.
Tyrone and Luka were fairly far up the scale. Jackson stood somewhere in the middle. It seems strange that he isn't at the top, He definitely was an expert in there. I thought back and remembered all the hits he took that were ours. Was this guy protecting us...me? I shook my head hard. Of course not, don't be silly Micki.
I focused my attention back on the screen, I was far down the scale, but not in last place. Richelle took my spot. Her screen showed a helpless girl with a bracelet blood red. The entire screen revealed the same color. I still wonder why she didn't come back like the rest of us. No one else seemed worried or confused about it though, not even Tyrone.
Jackson still had his authoritative haughty face on. His emotions, if he had any were no where to be seen. The guy was as cold and distant as they come. This made me angry. Did he even care at all about Richelle?
"Jackson." I spoke with bravado, anger fueling my words.
He said nothing.
"Hey, I know you don't give a crap about her or us, but she deserves, at the very least your regret." I said, seething.
"Micki, Richelle made her choice. She didn't fall back in time. I couldn't have helped her anyway, besides, in this game kid, it's every man for himself." Jackson said.
"Yeah, that's what you want everyone to think, but it's not really you." I said. Why I'm telling all of this to his face, I don't know. Calm down, I told myself.
"Don't pretend you know me Newbie." He said with finality, and walked off.
"We're pulled back in thirty." Jackson said to the group.
"Always the last word." I muttered.
Jackson turned to me with a smirk, "Always."