The end of me
My opponent's foot slams into my chest making me fly backwards and hit my back off the arena wall. I fall to the ground and lay there unmoving. A chorus of groans erupts from the audience.
My opponent, a male of eighteen with white hair and mysterious gray eyes and a lot of muscles, walks over to me. "They'll save me, my president will save me," I whisper out loud.
My opponent grabs the back of my shirt and lifts me off the ground. He leans his head toward me and whispers in my ear. "They ain't coming to save you, ya know." My eyes go wide in shock and I try to hit him.
"Blaspheme! You lie!" I yell at him. "Who do you think brought you here to the arena. Its fight or be killed, little girl," He chuckles and throws me into the wall.
My blue eyes fill with tears. I get up slowly, which makes my body fill with pain. I lock my eyes onto my opponent and rush at him, pummeling my fists against his iron chest.
He grabs me by my black hair. I scream and kick him in his shin. He instantly lets go and I run off.
"Hey!" He yells in protest. I scream out in pain as Im tackled to the rough ground.
"You shouldn't have done that," He growls in my ear. Instantly after he says that a sharp searing pain engulfs my left arm and I scream in agony. I see a rock infront of me and I grab it with my right arm.
"Oh no you dont!" He says and forces the rock out of my hand. He lets go of my arm to do so and I roll out from under him and jump to my feet.
I look to the crowd and see the beloved President Scene's face. His blonde hair is under a gray hat and he's grinning from ear to ear.
I lock my eyes onto his green devious ones. "Fight," He mouths. My brain freezes and so does the world around me. Out of the cornor of my eye I see my opponent frozen in mid run.