Prologue
I was running as fast as I could through the hedge labyrinth. I desperately had to get there before he did. Not for myself, but for the school I was forced to represent. I slipped on the grass only to look down to see blood. Oh God, I hope it's not his... I thought in a panic. I tried not to think about it when I started running and almost slipping again. Left, right, and then left again. Every way I tried to go was a dead-end. I had to find my way to the cup.
I saw it. The cup was sitting on a marble white pedestal gleaming from the light from the cup. I looked around to see if anyone was watching me. On my right, about twenty feet away, there he was. My best friend. He was still in his uniform that the managers gave him, yellow and black. His left sleeve was saturated in his blood. Maybe it was his blood I slipped in before... He noticed me standing there, and it looked like he was prepared to run to the cup. I was way ahead of him. We were racing down the path towards the cup. I glanced to my right to see he was still level with me. His gray eyes looked into my blue as he pushed forward till he was ahead of me. I could barley breathe, my chest was killing me, but I still forced myself to get ahead of him. I was about three feet from the cup when I launched myself forward. My pinky finger wrapped itself around one of the handles on the cup, and then the feeling of spinning told me something was wrong...