Alisha looked down into the pit as the doors to the school instantly unlocked because the Games were over for good. Rescue workers ran into the building and grabbed Alisha. "He'll be fine. He's still alive. We're going to do anything we can to save him."
The raised Jack's body out of the pit and he looked hardley scathed. Except for the spear through his shoulder. He was still gripping his katana with all his might while the scabbard was attached to the loops in his jeans for a belt. The rescue workers pulled out the spear and rushed him to an ambulance outside.
"Girl," said a nice voice, "get in the Police Car. We're taking you to the hospital. It's all going to be fine."
One Week later…
Alisha and Jack stood on the platform of the presidential lawn. Jack's shoulder had healed nicely, but he still winced when he moved it. (His father had to stop punching him in the arm when he joked with Jack.) They were smiling. "These are the victors of the final School Games!" said the President, "They will be remembered in history forever!"
A cheer raised from the crowd. "These students," said the president, "have won a full scholarship to a college of their choosing. That is all. Thank You and good bye."
Jack and Alisha walked off the stage. Remembering the people they had killed. They weren't attached to any of them, by any means. But it still stung to know that they were capable of murder.
(Well, that's the end. I hope you liked this original idea of mine. Thanks guys for reading. It means a lot. (especially if you comment.) so keep doing it. If you have any ideas, comment them. Good Bye!)
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