A sudden noise makes everything go normal again. "STOP!" Everyone's eyes turn toward the arena enterance to see a short ,wiry man with brown hair standing there.
He's holding two suitcases. "I have something for you to make the fight better. A gift from the president," The man says. He holds out the two brown suitcases. "Kendra Kline!" He yells and throws a suitcase at me. It lands at my feet.
"Dante!" The man yells and throws the other suitcase at my opponent. So thats his name, I think to myself. I kneel down and open up the suitcase. Inside lays a silver pistol. I close the suitcaes and throw it.
"No!" I yell. I turn towards Dante and see him aiming his gun at me."Dante don't do it!" I plead. "I'm sorry Kendra, but I want to live,"Dante states loudly.
"NO!" I scream but its too late. A single shot rings out.
a searing pain enters my chest and I fall to the ground gasping for breath.
I start coughing up my blood. Dante walks over and kneels beside me. "Stop struggling Kendra. You only make it more painful." Dante whispers.
I nod my head weakly and take one last breath. I close my eyes and let it at slowly till there's none left.