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„Numbers exit your boxes!"

Hajime gave him a reassuring nod and they exited into the arena. Shizuo's eyes went wide. This was a death trap. A real life death trap. There were moving obstacles all over the arena, some covered with spikes, some breathing fire from their throats, some shooting out small and probably poisonous projectiles. Shizuo spotted Izaya standing in the middle of it all in small see-through box. The boy was shaking like crazy, his eyes were unnaturally wide and he seemed to be having trouble breathing. Shizuo didn't blame him. The chances are he is going to die.

„Choose your weapons!"

The voice of the invisible commander echoed through the arena as the crazed crowd cheered in enthusiasm. Shizuo winced as he heard his name being cheered, names of his friends being cheered. They encouraged them. They wanted them to kill the small boy. They came here for a bloodbath and they were expecting to get it.

Hajime gave him the sign to stay put. Since he and Shizuo were inhumanly strong, they didn't need any weapons, but could just take advantage of their surroundings. Celty followed their example and developed her scythe while Ran, Kisuke and Saika all picked out their own weapons from the weapon case near the wall. Saika settled for a long sword and Ran and Kisuke took a heavy pipe each. There was red liquid encrusted on the pipe and Shizuo gulped as the case with weapons sunk back in the ground. Shizuo looked back at Izaya who was unarmed except from a small switch blade that he was gripping like it was his life line.

"On your positions!"

They all took the positions marked with their numbers and in the same time Izaya's box started opening up, painfully slow. Shizuo watched in pain as the small boy struggled to escape.

"Three!"

The countdown has started and Hajime has yet to figure out a plan. Shizuo looked in panic all around them as disgusting voices of people betting on their lives and deaths pierced his ears.

"Can't we get out through the audience?" he whispered to Hajime.

"Two!"

"The last kid who tried that got fried. There is an invisible electric field around the audience. We can't exit the arena until they are satisfied." Hajime whispered back, his face scrunched hard in thought.

"One!"

Shizuo gulped. They were at mercy of this people. And from what he saw, this people knew no mercy. Izaya's box finally opened enough for him to slip out and the agile boy didn't waste a second as he ran to put as much distance as he could between the other children and himself. Shizuo's stomach twisted in rage as he heard laughter from the audience. They were laughing at Izaya's fear, at his helplessness. Shizuo wanted to help the younger boy, but he had no idea how. He'll just have to hope that Hajime is smart enough to figure this out.

"GO!"

The blood searching roar that crowd let out threw Shizuo of his guard. In a blink of an eye, every other child around him was in movement, dodging the obstacles and chasing their target. Hajime grabbed Shizuo's arm and he was pulled in commotion too.

He tried to spot Izaya but at that moment the ground beneath him began moving. In shock he looked down to see that he was standing on a platform and that other pieces of the arena started rising in shape of the platforms too. Shizuo could only blink in surprise as he felt vibrations under his feet and the platform started moving, sharply, violently, like the bull trying to get rid of its rider. Shizuo screamed as he was thrown off his feet and flew down, just barely griping the edge of the platform to stop his fall. Despite his better judgment he looked down…just in time to see floor beneath him sprout long, deadly spikes. If he fell he was done for, for sure! His best option was to wait and see if the platform would return to its original state, but just as that idea crossed his mind, the spiked floor started to rise to meet him in a bloody end. Shizuo screamed in horror as the spiked platform rose closer and closer, death by those spikes would surely be painful and long. Just as he began to lose hope, the platform he was hanging on to sprouted small bulges to the top. The platform itself didn't stop moving, but Shizuo understood.

They wanted him to put on a show. To fight for his life. Death like that would not be fun at all; they wanted to see him struggle to survive.

He bravely grabbed the first bulge and pulled himself up, holding on tight, trying not to get thrown of by the platform. Sweat was gathering on his forehead as the spikes drew in closer and closer and he climbed up farther and farther.

I don't want to die, I don't want to die, I don't want to die.

I WANT TO LIVE.

With that last thought he managed to pull himself up on the top of the platform and to his relief it stopped moving and so did the spiked monster beneath. He took one quick breath and looked around to see where the others are. Hajime was way ahead of him, using his speed and agility to avoid projectiles and rising platforms. He was nearing Izaya whose small and light body proved to be an excellent weapon now when speed was needed. Izaya moved like a bullet, taking sharp turns and practically spinning in the air to avoid the projectiles, all in the frantic and desperate attempt to save his life. Ran and Kisuke separated too. Kisuke was obviously instructed to weaken the competition because he was swinging all over the place with his pipe. Saika who seemed to be his target, sharply retreated back, dancing around his blows, trying to find an opening to get a hit in. Celty noticing that her partner was in trouble, rushed in with her scythe raised in attack and Shizuo's breathe stopped. Celty was not going to kill Kisuke is she? Kisuke obviously felt Celty's presence too and turned around just in time to see Celty's black scythe dig its head into his gut.

Kisuke screamed in horror and his legs went weak as he crashed down on the platform. Celty turned around, motioning Saika to follow her and jumped of to the next platform with out-worldly grace.

Shizuo jumped off of the platform and ran to the place where Kisuke was lying. He didn't like Kisuke but he didn't want him to die. He took in a breath of relief when he saw that there was no blood on Kisuke and even from that distance he could see that the other boy was breathing. Celty didn't kill him; she just scared him enough to disable him for a while. Shizuo changed direction, seeing as Kisuke needed no actual help and headed to where Izaya was currently trying to avoid Ran's rabid persuade. The older boy swung around with his pipe as if he wishes nothing more then to turn Izaya's head into mush, which was probably the truth. Izaya didn't take his time to look at his persuader but instead took advantage of newly risen platforms and zigzagged his way far away from Ran's angry screaming. Ran was not as agile as Izaya and couldn't keep his balance on the moving platforms like the little raven, which resulted in him loosing the tail of his target. Izaya threw a cocky grin to Ran and Shizuo groaned. Izaya's ego was getting out of hand again and if he doesn't watch it he'll end up…

…dead.

The heart piercing scream tore through the arena as sickening sound of flesh being torn apart rang in Shizuo's ears. His blood ran cold as the scream died down with the soul it belonged to. The crowd started cheering, louder then ever. They were roaring, growling like animals, chanting the murderer's name in twisted ecstasy.

Shizuo watched as the sword pulled out of the bloody mess the seconds ago carried life. Saika smiled a blood thirsty smile and lifted her blade up to the cheering crowd. Kisuke at her feet…

…was no more.

A.N: I hope I gave you a bit of a right at least for a second there. I said long ago that Kisuke bored me and that I'm going to get rid of him. Yup I'm that merciless. Well nobody liked his anywise, right~ Neither Shizuo or Izaya die in this chapter, will the next one be the end of them…or one of them. Who knows? Only me. Please review~~

P.S: I desperately need a newname for this story. If you have any suggestions don't be shy to share.