-Gantz-HungerGames-
Chapter 1 – A slow transfer
I could relate to his reaction as he gets transferred in, head pointing away from the Gantz ball, he was motionless, lying down on the ground, eyes staring into the ceiling. He had excellent instinct; quickly turned to look at me, then at his yet-to-come body.
"The transfer will finish in awhile" I tried to make a pleasant impression, putting on my mild smile.
He supported himself off the ground, sitting up with one leg bent. He did not pay attention to me but looked pensively at the black ball.
I wondered if I was even within Asia, this young man looks as if he stands at about the same height as me; he is blonde, has short wavy hair and sports an athletic outfit. He squint his eyes at the Gantz ball, carefully supporting himself to his feet and moving away from me.
His suspicious glances at me tell me that he is a careful person. He lowered his back as he snuck toward what seems dangerous to him, shifting along the walls with his neck stretched to get a glimpse of this wicked trickery.
"Are you the gamemaker?" he asked, his eyebrows arched before he spoke. There was evident hostility in his eyes; something tells me he wants to challenge me, verbally or physically.
"Pardon?" I tried to look as sincere as I can, but he was not playing the game. He stood up straight and stared down at me, this could turn out ugly.
"Looks like there is only one of you" he smirked, moving closer with a fist grinding against his palm; I stood up in preparation for self-defence, with such level of confidence, I could only make the worse assumption, he is one lethal fighter.
The high pitch sound went off again, another 'member' is joining the team, this time, it was a girl, and she seems rather short. Judging from her skin colour, I would say she is an African, possibly an American seeing how she might be possibly linked to that guy from earlier on. It could be shallow judgment of me but it's really not easy for a guy who had never been overseas to make a crudely bull's eye of a guess.
The girl was similarly lying on the sleek wooden floor, at the exact spot where the blonde head was transferred to.
She appears to be sleeping, it made me chuckled a little to think of how someone would come into Gantz through sleep, don't tell me it's one of those phenomenal silent killers (Heart attack).
"What's so funny?" the boy threw me a dead stare.
I pointed at the little girl who is halfway through the transfer with my eyes. The boy backed off an inch or two, staring in disbelief, he mouth ajar. How could he not notice her? Or is his sense of hearing still slightly affected by the transfer?
"Rue... How is she alive?..." he began to pant a little. It triggered my countless storms of questions, they know each other? How did they die to get in here? Why are they wearing similar attire? What does his expression mean?
"Sadness?" I muttered to myself, trying to make out the first word he said. I read that word somewhere, or was he saying 'rule'? No, or is that a name?
"Is the hunger games over? Is this where the eliminated gather?" he asked me, his voice softened, I could sense his desperation. But what is this 'hunger games'?
I stared at him in confusion, if there is an answer, I would gladly provide.
"What is this... 'Hunger games'?" I asked, "You two are like... wearing some kinda uniform"
"Don't play dumb, you're the ones who gave us a good time aren't you?" he asked, sounding more pleasant this time.
"You've mistaken, I am not even from your country" I said, searching my pockets for my wallet, only to recall that I wouldn't have brought something so important to a mission, but I thought of an alternative to make him trust me, "You see that black ball over there?"
"Of course I can see" he condescended
"I need to wait for everyone to gather before I explain this in one shot, but for now you can tell me what just happened before you came here" I said as I tried to exude some sense of charisma, I hope it works, "but here's the bet, you will find high-end firearms in there, rifles, pistols and a briefcase that contains the suit to enhance your strength..."
"Like the one you're wearing?" he asked, looking slightly interested, and quickly flawed my judgment "Funny, let's check it out!" he ran forward and sent a deadly elbow at my face.
I was able to block it with an effortless open palm, which to his surprise he threw forward a quick jab to my face; I sent my head forward to counter his fist with a head butt, something that a person without the suit wouldn't do.
He retreats his fist at the very moment it clashed with my skull. I nodded confidently and pat him on the shoulder, which he moved away in response.
"What the-" he nursed his fist in pain and shook his head, followed by a deep breath, "what the HELL was that?"
I was pleased at his frown; it tells me that through pain, he learned.
"Just wait for everyone to be here, I hope you can tell me if everyone is... this is a matter of life and death" I said solemnly, he was still backing away.
He appears to acknowledge my resourcefulness despite the fact that we just met. But just before he could explain the scenario before their death, another member was transferred in; she looks rather pretty, with two braids sliding over her shoulder, another blonde. I'm certain that I'm in a foreign country. Although the uncanny sight was not their nationality, but rather the fact that she's the third one in this attire. I conclude that they are definitely related.
