It's come to my attention that this story is very low compared to With Friends Like These. That's sad =( But I guess its cause its like only my third chapter. If anyone knows someone who likes MLP and Fan Fiction, can you let them know my story? Thanks =)
Chapter 3: The Games
"W-what?" I asked, clearly puzzeled.
"Yep. We're in the Griffon kingdom. You're a prisoner. I'm a prisoner. Hey, we're all prisoners!" She said sarcastically.
"Great. That's...great. Well, I bet the Golden Rule is 'Don't drop the soap', eh?" I chuckled. Not a smile.
"Not all of us are like that you know, Ms."
The fact that Gilda called me a she got me all worked up. When I was younger, I got made fun of for my voice. It's gotten deeper now, but the hair probably gave off a more masculine type woman. Like the kind you see working out at every chance they get with, oh I dont know, Maybe a dumbell or a SHAKEWEIGHT. "Uh, yeah. Too bad I'm a GUY. Hey, can anyone hear me through these walls? HEY, ANYPONY HAVE A SHIV? I KNOW YOU HAVE ONE! I JUST NEED TO BORROW IT FOR A SECOND. I'LL GIVE IT BACK, I PROMISE!" I yelled, to which what I presumed was a guard banged on the door. "Alright, alright, I get it!"
"Wait, you're a guy?"
I turned back to her and extended a hoof. "I'm almost sure I know you from somewhere. On a show... Meh. Anyway, yep, I am a guy. Name's Ventus Snow Lionheart. Maybe ya heard of me." I smiled with Pride.
"Nope. Doesn't ring a bell." My smile wavered, but she took my hoof and shook it. "So, you ready for the games tomorrow?" She asked.
"I have no idea what type of games you're talking about. What, are we going to play Hide and Go seek? Is this Tickle Prison?" I chuckled.
"No. The Games to determine who Lives-" This caught my attention. "And who Dies."
"Insert dramatic Music here. So what do we do, Fight to the death until 1 contestent lives? I've seen this in sooo many movies. I bet I can name them... Fuck, no I cant. I cannot remember alot. 4 years in a desert can do alot for you."
Gilda just looked at me as if I was crazy. "Okay... Anyway, We fight until the remaining 3 live. Then, the 3 left get a night to feast and sleep in comfort. The games are every 5 days and until you die. Lucky for me, I'm always one of those contestants. Unluckily for you, Today is the big day. I can Predict that you're going to die. Sorry man, stuff happens. I can only hope you go to a better place than here."
I laughed. "I've been dead already. As a matter of a fact, I'm dead inside. I need to go back to Ponyville and meet with my girlfriend. I'll break out of here. I will. You dont have to believe me, But I will. I've been gone too long to just give up now. I'm going to ask her to marry me. I-I truly love her."
"I see you've got some fire in you. Well here's a tip for the arena. Let that fire flow. The golden rule here is 'You kill, You live.' What's this Lovers name of yours?"
"Her name is-"
I was cut off as the doors opened and heard a loud, annoying voice yell "All prisoners, to the arena please." I looked at Gilda. "Truce? If we win, I promise you a way out." I asked and extended my hoof.
She pondered this thought for a little. "I've been here for 2 years now, and Gilda usually flies alone, But I guess I can try it this once." She reached out and shook my hand. "Truce."
*The Arena*
The prison guards gave us some time to practice. And when I say time, I actually mean 10 minutes. If we were going die, the least they could do is give us some time to practice fighting.
The first placed I tried was the most obvious. The swords. No luck there. I actually ended up cutting myself. Okay, no more hand-to-hand combat. I knew this was a bad idea. I went on to the next spot: axes. Oh geez, I can barley lift this thing. Fuck it, next spot. The next place was a bow and arrow station. "Ahh the memories." I picked it up, and put an arrow on the string and pulled back. I aimed carefully and breathed in and out. I let go of the string, and watched the arrow fly. It hit a little off target, but in between the yellow and red parts. (It goes out from the center to the outside. (Colors) yellow, red, blue, black, white. For those who dont know =) )
"Holy fuck...I actually hit the target. And almost near the center. Damn, I cant believe I actually remember how to use this thing. Fuck...That one hunting day with grandpa really helped." Ahh, gramps. The only one who wasn't a dick in my ex-family. May he rest in peace... I wonder how-
My thoughts were interrupted by a loud voice yelling "Times up. Lets get a move on!" all the griffons and ponies moved to one edge of the giant area, so I followed them. A griffon wearing a red soldier beret descended down and walked around, talking to us. "You are here for our amusment. You will brutally kill each other. There is no reason why, and you do not ask questions. If you live, lucky you. If not, you may finally rest. Let the games begin!" He flew up into the stands where griffons started flooding in to sit down and watch the murder.
Soon the griffons and ponies came from all at once to just a trickle. It seemed like the entire griffon population was there. Even children sat there, waiting in anticipation for the bloodshed, with their popcorn and soda. Everyone got into a racing position, and a giant basket rose to the middle of the arena.
The sunlight from the glass ceiling Inside shone onto the arena. Inside were weapons. I looked up and saw a griffon on top of a catwalk. He held out areas flag.
"On your mark!"
Everyone tensed up, ready for the bloodshed.
"Get set!"
He switched from a red flag to a yellow flag.
"GO!"
The flag was now green, showing that everybody it was time to "Fight or die." Half of the griffons ran, and the other half flew towards the basket. Some griffons, instead of running for whatever was in the basket, started beating the other arena member right next to them, either by choking them, or just using their claws to gouge out their eyes.
I flew up into the air, and dove towards the basket, not being the first, but not the last either. Inside were many types of weapons. (Not that griffons need weapons, hell, have you seen those sharp ass claws?) The first thing that I spotted was a morning star. A buff male griffon vaulted over another griffon to reach it, and destroyed the cranium of the very same griffon he vaulted over. Blood splattered all over, and the crowd went wilder than a shark who smelt blood.
There wasn't much time to waste, since he looked me dead in the eyes, as if to say 'I'm saving you for last' before storming off to give the crowd what they wanted. I looked inside the basket again, and the next thing that caught my eye was a bow. I quickly dove for it, but some asshole also got the same idea, and we collided into each other.
We both got out of the collision fairly quickly and resumed fighting for the Bow. "I need this!" He screamed. and began pulling it, and flying up. I quickly saw this, and flew up higher, before grabbing his head as he was flying up, and throwing him down into the basket. His eyes widened, and he coughed up blood, before releasing the bow. I went to ground level before looking at him and discovering how he died. Apparently, there was a dagger leaning on an ax just a little bit to high. When he fell, he was stabbed with the dagger. Probably in an artery.
Lucky me. I searched through the weapons, hoping to find a quiver. "Fuck." I whispered, as a sword cut me on my cheek due to my lack of carefulness. Finally, I found a quiver. Thank you Celestia! I turned around to a scrawny looking griffon fly at me with his sword. Aimed towards me. I quickly moved out of the way, but his sword still caught me near the shoulder. It hurt, but not nearly as much as dying would. He grabbed the sword and tried to slash at me, but I also anticipated this, dropped the bow, and picked up a steel sword. Our swords clashed, neither one of ours moving closer to the others neck. Soon enough, my hoof got tired. He saw this, and knocked it out of my hoof. FUCK! He raised his word to deal the final blow, but something glistening shone through the air, and he stood where he was.
Until the first half of his torso fell off.
He was sliced in half, and the only one to thank was Gilda. She gave me a wink, and flew up and into another battle. I got up, grabbed my bow, and pulled an arrow out of the quiver. I held my breath, and aimed, taking a shot at a fat griffons neck. Then I turned around, and shot another griffon who picked up a long sword. Double Kill. Then the pony next to him. Took him down easy, an arrow to the head. Triple Kill. Then the one next to her. She took 2 shots, one in the arm, and one in the heart. Over Kill. And then there was one flying above, in a air battle with (You guessed it) Another griffon. I missed a couple times, but I got him in the wing, causing him to spiral like an airplane. As he was spinning, I was able to guess where he would be landing, and shot an arrow there, getting him in head.
Be The Arrow.
There were only about 12 left. Some griffon gangster wannabe came up to me and tried to gouge my eyes out. I knocked his ass down with my bow, breaking it in the process.. Along with his neck. Another griffon tried to charge into me with a lance, but I sidestepped it, and when he was in front of me, used the string that kept the only part of the bow together to strangle him. He was dead within a few seconds.
I look around, and saw Gilda rip some griffons throat out. That buff griffon got 2 ponies, and smashed their skulls together. Blood splattered across the floor. I'm gonna be sick... "Fuck this, man!" One of the ponies who was a Pegasus said, and flew up into the air and tried to break free. The other contestants followed him. Gilda shook her head sadly.
Water sprinkled across my head. "Rain?" I looked up, and realized that I was wrong. The other contestants that flew up and tried to escape were covered with arrows. Oh..My... That was as far as I got, because i couldn't hold my breakfast in anymore.
"My fellow griffons... We have our winners!"
I looked around to see who had survived. It was me, Gilda, And the crazy apeshit killing mofo griffon. "Greeeeat."
That night, we were treated like royalty. Food, water, and a bed. "I can't stay here." I explained. "I can't do it again. I'll go apeshit crazy. We need to get out. Tonight." Gilda agreed, but the buff griffon, (Who's name I found out later that day) Wrex, was reluctant to agree.
"How can you be so sure?" He asked. "We can't escape, Its filled with guards. Every inch."
"We can. We can try."
"Im not about to die for some Pegasus I don't even know."
"Please trust me on this!"
"No."
"Let me talk to him." Gilda said. "Privately." She glared. "Oh, okay. Uh...I guess I'll wait out here." I said. "You do that."
Everything comes at a price. His Revival came at a price.
Are you sure? Will he come through?
If I'm sure of anything, its that he can pull through.
I'm trusting you on this
I know. He can make it. He will save our souls.
The closer he gets, The more he forgets...
Sorry for the Long update everyone. Im not at my house, I'm at my friends house. Vacation. I've been over there for like 20 days. Im going home in 2 days, so I should write more soon.
Special thanks to: PyroBrony- For being my Beta Reader. I usually dont like beta readers, but he bugged me all through Freshman year, and I gave in. And pushing me on, by threatening me with SCP-173.
Mouch30- For listening to me and my Ideas, and helping me through my writers block. Thanks, and we should write after your Vacation =)
Willyisblackandwhite- For doing a fanart for me, which Im thinking of using as my story cover.
And the fans- Thank you all for reading my story. Thank you all =)
~Ventus, out