"Remind me why I ever thought this was a good idea?" Seto mumbled, wrapping his arms around himself. He looked left and right of himself. On the right, Jerome was looking excited, already antsy in his little area. On the left, Brice was smiling at him, his trademark fifty watt smile and a chuckle.
"It's gonna be okay! We're gonna win this!" Brice said enthusiastically. Their eyes wandered to the big clock, standing tall and proud next to the Cornucopia. It read 34 seconds left.
"Okay, fine, pain receptors will be turned on," Seth mumbled, fiddling with some buttons. "I hope you know what you're doing."
"Calm down, it's just a game," Sky waved his hand.
"If you say so…"
Sky winked at the brunet next to him as the platforms rose, making most of them lose their balance momentarily. They sped off to the middle, rummaging through the chests. Sky pulled on the leather cap that was inside, equipping his new wooden sword. He pocketed the single diamond just as a scream pierced his ears.
Sky turned his head around, everyone else mimicking him. Their eyes widened, a few gasps audible.
"Brice!" Seto shouted, eyes wide and pained.
The blonde was laying in a pool of his blood, Mitch standing over him with a bloodied stone sword gripped tightly in his hand. Brice moaned in pain, his body stilling. The brunet's face was expressionless and he turned right around, running off to the forest. Jerome just stood there for a second, motionless, before casting an apologetic look to Seto and speeding off after Mitch.
Not a second later, a fire spread on the tree they were running under, chunks of a fire charge falling onto the singed ground. Everyone spread around, soft sobs getting lost in the cackling of fire and loud footsteps.
Only one thought ran through everyone's mind.
I could be next.
