Kyla looked out of the window of the small helicopter at the arena. The final battle for the first trophy, the Deathmatch trophy. Kyla wanted that trophy, needed it. She needed victory now.
It was all she had left.
The arena itself was originally build by some Nipi monks and was called some long-forgotten name nobody could be bothered to pronounce, so everybody just called it 'Peak'. It was a monastery built around a mountain peak with winding wooden catwalks connecting every room and every platform. How the monks actually managed to get to the mountain top to build their monastery was beyond anyone who tried to find out, as it was build nearly five centuries ago when humans were still burning fossil fuels.
Well, it's almost time thought Kyla.
She spawned in, telefragging Dovienya. What the hell are those tourney guys doing? They could get someone killed like that.
For real.
Kind of like Jayce, Blake, Kryss, and that one Phayder, she couldn't even recall his name. What if they have family? Friends? How could I have been so ignorant?
Maybe I'm going soft.
Kyla finished first place again, though it wasn't a hard win it was hard on Kyla, because she was watching Dovienya's corpse being loaded onto a stretcher as a tournament administrator handed her the Deathmatch Trophy. Dovienya's respawning module had been damaged by gunfire and had malfunctionned. Kyla was the one to take Dovienya out. It was an accident. I didn't mean to.
Kyla sat cross-legged on her bed back at the apartment, staring at her trophy. She would be interviewed by the press later, though Kyla had a really bad case of butterflies.
Do I deserve this?