"Well, what have we here? Are you sure about this?" The figure growls at me as I aim down the sights of my handgun. "I was once grateful to you but if this is our fate, so be it. You leave me no choice." I duck off to the side as a knife flies by my head. I pull the trigger praying that the bullet hits it's mark.
I hear a grunt as the bullet hits the figure causing him to turn. I duck once more as i move behind a crate to block anything that might come this way. I hear the thump of something hitting the crate as I move around the other side. I let out a small laugh as I hear more thumps hit the crate.
"It's really not my fault you got in my way. I promise I can feel your pain." I laugh out as I glance around the area to make sure no one else is coming to help. "But tell me do you people even bleed. I have always wondered about that. I mean really with the way you people come after me."
A loud thump cuts me off before I can go on, making me laugh. I pull the slide back on my 1911 a bit to make sure there is a round in the camber before I step around the crate. I quickly raise my gun to block a knife aimed at my head. I let out a sigh as the sound of metal hitting metal reaches my ears. My eyes catch movement in a small opening, so I raise my gun and fire a shot without thinking.
"You know I think I might be a little bit insane." I laugh out as I walk closer to the sound of grunting. "Because I'm really enjoying this game we are playing." The sound of coughing reaches my ears as I get closer to the person. "I guess this will show me if you people bleed. I mean I have taken down so many of you, but I never seen one of you bleed let alone die."
I walk around the corner of the boxes to see the person that I hit. They are laying in a pool of blood that does not look red, but it might be the lighting. Their arm over their stomach trying to stop the bleeding. The fire in their eyes showing me that this is not over unless I finish it now. I calmly raise my handgun to finish them off.
"Well at least now I know that you can die." I state as I pull the trigger.
Only instead of an explosion reaching my ears a loud click happen. I let out a sigh as I hit the magazine release letting the empty magazine hit the ground. I pull a new one from my belt and slam it home. I pull the slide back to make sure a fresh round is loaded and aim the gun once more.
Click.
"Looks like it's your lucky day" I sigh out as I lean against the boxes. "It looks like the game is over so there is not more killing aloud." As if on cue a squawk of a speaker enters the area.
"The competition is now over" The voice starts. i close my eyes and wait for it to continue. "The competition is now over; any more fighting will result in the death of the offender. Please stand by to be transported out of the arena. Medical personnel are in route to treat any wounded. Please Stand by."
"What the fuck" I hear from a weaking voice. I turn to face the dying figure on the ground. A medical team had shown up and were busy patching them back up and injecting them with a healing nanites.
"These will increase the rate that you will heal." One of the medical personal tell them as they inject more nanites into them.
"What happened" the figures asks as the nanites begin to work.
"The competition is over for the time being." I sigh as I push myself off the boxes. "That means that the number of people have reach whatever the people running this place wanted. You are still part of this competition because you are still breathing. Or I was not able to kill you before the match / game was over."
The medical team move the figure on to a stretcher as a group of four guards approach. Two of the guard split off to the medical team as the other two approach me. I can tell by the way one of them has his rifle in his hands his is ready to shoot. The other is only carrying a handgun with a set of cuffs.
"Drop you guns Wraith" the guard with the rifle demands. I carefully remove my other gun from its holster and place it on the ground. I set the gun that was in my hand next to the other one and raise my hands slowly. I had learned the hard way the guards have no problem firing their gun. It's the same way I learned why they wore masks. Their fucking bullets were small canisters of the annoying pepper spray gas.
The gas was able to take someone down no matter what. Even if the person wan not affected by the gas. The handgun was loaded with knock out rounds that could drop a whale. I have unfortunately dealt with both. I tried to fight back but was shot with to pepper spray gas when they saw it did not work, so they used the knockout round. Worse hangover I ever had in my life; the room would not stop spinning no matter what I did. Hell, it took almost one full day before I was not feeling it anymore.
"Place your hands behind your back." One of the guards demands. I listen and place my hands behind my back. As the guard with the rifle takes aim at me the other one walks around me. A gun shot rings out across the arena. I remain still hoping not to give the guards a reason to shoot me. Thankfully nothing more happens as the guard finishes putting on the cuffs.
The guard gives a push causing me to start walking toward the exit. The guard who placed the cuffs on me keeps hold of them as we walk. The first guard stays behind us a couple feet to keep an eye on everything. It takes us a couple minutes to reach the exit, but when we do I let out a laugh. A line guards is on both sides of the door, all aimed out towards the arena. It seems that the people running this don't want to risk someone escaping.
As we walk down the hallway to leave the arena, I hear the screaming of more than one voice. Males and Females voices mix together in screams of pain as the medical Teams work on the wounded. I watch as the medical teams are running back and forth holding different things. The screams lessen as we walk further and further down the hall. As we approach another door the guard stand next to it and waves a card in-front of a scanner.
The door opens revealing a huge crow of people being held back by more guards and a fence. Some of them have signs with my name written on them. They only know the code name I was given by the people who run this fucked up show. Wraith the being that is a ghost that no on can kill, a being that no one knows if they are real or not. A name that I have come to hate after so many matches, I have survived.
As we walk, I hear cheering and chanting of my name as people push the fence causing the guards to stand straighter and ready to act. I hear another roar of sheering as the winner of the match is announced. I glance at a TV seeing my face with a grin saying that I have won the match. I honestly don't feel like a winner after so many matches. Another door opens as we approach leading to an empty hallway.
Thankfully the noise quiets down as the door closes behind us, so I don't have to listen to people cheering. Another door opens off to the side as the guards guide me towards it. With one more push the guards force me into the room and close the door. The walls light up starting on the floor and move up scanning me. The scans are to make sure I was not able to sneak anything away from the arena. The room flashes green as the scan completes.
The door on the other side opens as two more guard walk in. They motion me to walk forward so I do not want them to hit me with a knockout round. I walk though the door into an short hallway leading to an interviewing area. I always hate the area because the whole time I'm there I have to stand in a display case. So everyone can see me as they ask question to the people who run the stupid game.
As the guards push me into the plexiglass box I glance around the room. Thankfully nothing catches my eyes as the president of the game takes the stage. I watch the reporters sit down and wait from him to start talking about the match that just finished. The room deems as a project show some of my highlights from the match.
I let out a yawn in boredom as it plays. I have grown tired of watching these highlight reels over the course of so many games. The same goes with why I hate standing in this box. I'm the winner of the match. Every time I have won one of these it is always the same, I stand in this box for about 20 minutes. As the president talks about how this game is for the good of the people.
It all a line of shit, this game is for people like me in a way. Well people like me is not the best way to explain this. I was once a killer for hire, and I was good at my job, the money was good to now that I think about it. As for as I know everyone else is brought in from different areas around the world. Well, most of them are, some like the guy I was about to kill is part of a group that has been after my head for a while now.
This group for some reason has it in their heads that I was the one that killed their leader. I mean they are not wrong I was the one who did it, but there is no proof to show them that. I let out a chuckle as I think about that. I feel a guard tap my shoulder causing me to look up at the president. He seems to be pointing at me and saying something but I don't hear anything. I feel a hand on my shoulder pull me backwards I take a step behind me and turn to face the hallway once more to leave the box.
I let a smile cross my lips as I realize that they are finally taking me to my room. The guards continue to lead and follow me as we leave the small hallway. To a gated area where you can see people walking around on the inside. Some of the people on the inside of the cage are sparring to better their skills. You can also see people standing against the fence pointing at the different people. The guards lead me around the fence to a different area.
When we reach the next set of doors one of the guards knocks. When the door finally opens with a guard standing in the opening. I pause in my walking to let the guards remove the cuffs that have been on me. Once they are removed, I rub my wrists to help get the feeling back in them. I turn back to the guards and nod my head in thanks before I walk through the door with the other guard.
"So, you won another match, Wraith." The guards laughs as the door closes.
"Yea for me I guess" I chuckle out as we walk towards the end of the building. I open the door to see a private courtyard with only one other person. I wave my hand at them as I walk with the guard following me. When we finally reach the door that leads to my room, I have to wait to for the guard to open it. The guard opens the door and walks off to his station on the left. All the rooms have a guard stationed in the room. To protect us from something they will not tell us about. They also make sure that no unwanted visitor show up.
I open up the next door to my room and glance around to make sure no one got in. I trust the guard to do his job, but I have been wrong before. Once I have checked the room myself, I walk towards the kitchen. I let out a sigh as I grab a glass of water to drink and sit on the couch in the living room. I turn the TV on and flip through the channels. After about an hour passes a knock at my door happens. I get up to walk towards the door only for it to open.
"Hello Marc" a voice calls as they enter the door.
"Hello Dipshit" I snap back with displeasure. "I really don't want to deal with you or any of the other assholes."
"Now now Marc don't be like that." They answers with raised hands. "I'm just here to see what you want for your reward."
"I don't want a reward for that bull shit." I snap as I walk away from them.
"You know the rules, you are required to take the reward no matter what." They carry on as if I did not know what to rules are.
"Sure, how about letting me out of this place." I laugh out knowing that will never happen.
"You know I can't do that. Pick something else." They sigh knowing that I'm not going to make this easy.
"I already have everything I could use here." I tell them as I wave my hand the room, we are in. "I don't need an upgrade on my weapons. I would ask for armor but that's also a no for whatever reason." I pause for a bit and just let my mind wonder. I really don't care what I receive as a reward at this point. I have won so many of them at this point that winning does not mean anything other than, I'm still alive.
"You could always do the random drawing to see what you win." They tell me with a small grin as if they know what I'm thinking.
"How about you all just leave me the fuck alone." I growl out as I bring my gaze back to them.
"Random drawing it is." They continue on as if they did not even hear me. "We will bring your reward to your room once we finish the drawing." They turn around and walk back out the door as if I never said anything.
I let a sigh out as the door closes behind them. No matter how many of these I have won it is always the same. After I won so many of these the rewards really don't mean anything. Yeah, sometime I get a weapon upgrade or a update to my room or apartment. Its all gets a bit boring after a while, plus once you get to the top level of room upgrades everything else is boring. Don't get me wrong its nice being able to train in piece without being watch by others. Yes, there are still people who watch me train, but it costs them money.
The level we walked by early is a prefect example of what I mean. The people who were training in the caged area are also part of this game. That is the general or the people who have just arrived here. That is also were people stay or live in a sense, some of them have won a game or two. Anyways when they are out training in the caged area anyone from the public can watch them.
This is also where people can start making bets on which person they think is going to win or survive. If the person you chose wins you get the pay out and a small reward. The person who won gets to upgrade something of their choosing. Sometimes if they keep winning, they will end up where I currently am.
Once you get here people have to pay to see us training, the public can still make bets on us but the pay out is smaller because we have a record. It makes is harder from people to become rich off of us, they don't want to make things to easy. In a way its almost like the old Roman Gladiators but in the new age. People can pay to send time with us or use us however they want.
Thankfully we have a choice in the matter of if we want to partake in it or not. I do spend a lot of time alone by now. At first, I enjoyed every chance it was a way to get away from this place. It just got boring after a while some people just wanted to spend time with me because I'm a killer. Others only wanted to say that they meet me in person. I stopped doing meet ups after the group that is after my head managed to get an assassin into a meeting.
That was a fun day, everything was going great until they attacked me. Thankfully the guard came into the room and took out the assassin. In a way they saved me from the assassin, but it does not feel like it. In some ways I wish the assassin would have gotten me. For whatever reason my will to live decide to kick in and I fought off the assassin.
After that day I stopped doing these meet up, I don't really care what happens now if I turn down the meetings. I know that requests still come in because the guard outside my apartment gives them to me to look at. Some come with pictures of who sent the request others don't. I don't really take the time to look at any of them and just check no on the paper. I glance at the clock and see that it is almost 10PM.
"I guess I better lay down." I sigh as stand from my chair. "I guess I will see what they decide to give me in the morning." I head to the bathroom for a shower after the shower I change into my sleeping wear. I lay down in bed and let sleep take me.