OLIVE
A knife wizzes past me, nearly grazing my ear. I quickly dodge it, moving to the other side of the room and crouching behind a desk.
"I know where you are," a voice says. I can hear they're heavy footsteps as they moved along the cold marble floor, they're breathing steady.
"I know who you are," they say again, as a knife plunges into the side of the desk.
"And I know who you are," I hear once more. A figure slowly enters my line of vision, and my breath hitches as I see them. My screams well up in my throat, but before I can let them out, it's too late.
FLETCHER
"Woah..." I said as I looked up. The sky was a deep crimson color. The sun was nonexistent and the trees were disappearing within every second. "What have they done to the arena?" Chyna asked, walking ahead of me.
"Looks like we stayed inside too long."
We moved along, trying to stay against the path of trees that were not fading so quickly. It seemed like everything was evaporating into thin air, as if the whole arena was... disintegrating.
A foul odor started to fill our noises. Chyna gagged and covered her nose. "Ew!" she said. "What the heck is that?"
I sniffed and cringed. Where had I smelled that before? I ran forward, pushing to the nearly nonexistent trees until I had reached my destination.
There, right in front of me, was an opening in the sky, where a deep red liquid color was pouring from the sky.
"Is it paint?" Chyna asked.
I shook my head. "No, Chy. It's blood."
And right below it was a sea of warm bodies.
And they were next.
OLIVE
I woke up in a comfy bed, in a comfy room, in a comfy place.
I moved over in my sheets, adjusting the temperature by opening up the blanket a bit in my tiny cocoon.
"That was a weird dream," she muttered to herself.
CHYNA
There was a slight ringing in my ear as I crawled out of bed, stretched, and looked in the mirror. I looked grimy. And disguting. Ugh. I turned away and went into my bathroom, where I brushed my teeth and splashed some water on my face.
Not much better.
I tried smiling, but that just made myself look worse. I sighed and proceeded to turn on the hot water, ready to take the longest bath of my life.
FLETCHER
I groaned and pushed myself off of the couch. I could smell bacon on the griddle in the kitchen downstairs. 'The Great of Michelangelo was playing on the TV inside the den, where I was in.
There was a huge pounding in my head. I looked around, searching for some aspirin, when I realized they were in the kitchen drawer downstairs. I proceeded to make my way there.
OLIVE
My mom rushed into my room carrying a plate of veggie burgers and a warm mug of almond milk. When she saw me staring at her, she grinned and carefully set the food down.
"My olive!" She cried, hugging me as tightly as she could.
"Mom, mom, calm down! I only went to sleep, what's the big fuss?"
Mom scoffed. "Went to sleep? Olive,
"You've been in a coma for two weeks."
CHYNA
After taking my bath, I wrapped myself up in my robe and headed downstairs. "What's up, fam?"
Everyone looked up from their food. There was a shocked look on their faces, but then dad spoke.
"Chyna? Baby, is that you?"
I shrugged. "Who else would it be?"
Mom laughed. "It is her! It's my sweety!"
Cameron groaned. "I've been having terrible headaches and I don't get this kind of treatment?"
Chyna scrunched up her face. "What are you talking about? I only went to sleep, what's the big fuss?"
Mom and dad scoffed. "Went to sleep? Chyna,
"You've been in a coma for two weeks."
FLETCHER
When I got downstairs, my dad was sitting all alone at the table. He had a grim look on his face. He was trying to enjoy his food, but it looked like he had a hard time getting it down. Right across from him, there was a plate of food set, where I usually sat. I walked right in and took my seat. "Thanks for making me a plate, dad. It's so unlike you. What's the occasion?"
Dad slowly looked up, his eyes widening when he took me in. He slowly held out his hand and turned my face, looking for the birthmark on my ear that he said was a splatter of paint.
"Oh my. It is you. My son. You're back!"
I bit into a piece of bacon, grabbed the ketchup, and poured a ton on my eggs. "Where did I go? I only went to sleep, what the big fuss?"
Dad scoffed. "Went to sleep? Fletcher,
"You've been in a coma for two weeks."