For WIXOSS Flash 087 - setting: tournament


They all watch, staring, mournfully, overhead at the lone elevator. It had been so quick, then, so easy, to think they had a shot in the dark to succeed in their endeavors. To be able to go forward with their dreams in mind, their happiness, their wishes.

And she and hers had slaughtered all of them, going forward mindlessly, going forward without hesitation.

Yet.

Yet, they wonder. Could she do it? Could she get their wishes granted? Would she carry them up? Or would she only think of herself?

Would she even win?

The answer awaited them upstairs and yet…

Yet none of them could dare to swim upstream. All they could do was wait.

Wait and hope.