I don't think anything beats the fear of getting into a life defining fight. Yep, those shoes seem a little big for me.
Unfortunately, I would have to wear those shoes anyway as my life long arch nemesis, would be put against me in an all out brawl where anything goes.
There i stood in tge ring, quite literally shining brick because of a guy who I didn't manage to get away from all my life.
The man, the myth, the legend Jack Stone. The man who needed no introduction no matter when or where you saw him.
This man made life fearful for everyone. Including the criminals who were quite literally in the same boat as him.
Terrifying right? Yeah preety much nightmare fuel. The biggest murderer the world had ever seen, up against his runner up. The only question, who would come out victorious.
I looked that man in the eyes and I saw no emotion, just a cold demeanor which never left him. Even when he was on earth, he never seemed to have any lust for blood like the most of us.
Till this day, no one knew his motivation for all these murders he committed.
I waited, took a good luck at Jack, wondering when he would Strike. But ge never made the move as he was a brute and was probably looking for a shot to block.
He probably knew that if it wasn't him, I would of shot a long time ago.
There we stood, stun locked face to face with no parties willing to move. This brought the whole coliseum into pandemonium, as the fight hadn't even started after about 10 minutes of staring into each other's eyes.
Then Jack moved. The quickest i had ever seen him move, he attempted to tackle me to the ground but, it was all done for nothing as he fell down after I quickly dogged, just barely missing him.
I when he fell, I swiftly turned around grasping for the pistol Jake lended to me before we entered the ring.
He looked me with the first hint of remorse glinting in his eyes. His eyes catching the light like a twisted show of twilight.
Even though he showed remorse for tge first time I had ever seen, I shot him on his left arm, the one that was holding his riot shield tight.
He screamed. The noise audible to the animals outside the coliseum.
Looking at him on the floor, slowly bleeding out made me a bit emotional, though he was my greatest rival, a sort of friendship had built between the two of us.
The both of us being on the news almost every night made us, more aware of each other with time.
There was no saving him though as, to keep myself from dying to the system. I had to put him out of his misery.
I let out two bullets which both met his head, killing him instantly.
Walking out of the coliseum, I felt an uninvited feeling of sorrow as my rival, the only person who kept me on my toes, the one who kept me trying to be a better killer died to my hands.
All my motivation, gone in only three bullets.
It felt like there was no reason to continue.
The remaining fights took place with the remaining players getting halved.
The event ends and, I still can only think of Jack. I mean, after all those murders I thought I had become sort of heartless, but this one broke a part of that heartless man that I associated my personality around.
The next nights pass with no real advancement from me or Jake. Both of us tried to rest up and keep ourselves ready for anything that came our way. Making sure we were energised and well nourished for any stragglers.
But my heart felt too empty from that one killing. It brought a feeling of bloodlust. A thirst for blood like no other.
We then started looking for players. Not for teammates, for equipment and to quench my thirst that felt insatiable.
Day after day after day passed with no luck. To pass the time we went on another battle tower raiding spree.
2 towers in we found a boss that we had never seen before. The frost dragon
The frost dragon had an attack known as the frost fire breath which could melt or freeze anything.
Lucky for us, we found a knife on the floor
This, as a part of the quest would be used as the kill weapon.
So, we started with tge plan which never failed. I would attack on the left side, and Jake would do the same on the right.
There we fought. Shot for shot, the dragon was crumbling.
The dragon then fell down only to be stabbed on its neck where it would slowly bleed out till it's inevitable death.
[System message: well done]
[Earned 2400 coins]
That was a lot of coins, but I didn't care. I then wrote in the sand a sign that commemorated Jack Stone.
That finally let him rest forever in peace.
That finally let me breath out that breath that kept me thinking of him. We then left and made our way to a merchant.
The merchant of the west. We purchased all the goods we would usually buy and continued on our way.
A few days pass and the system had another painful experience ready to bug us again.
[System message:Map deteriorating, the following islands will begin to decay.]
[Flame,Ice,Snowy peak,badlands]
This meant that other players would come and cluster in the remaining islands, making the world's fights more common placed over the next days.
But with islands decaying more players died while trying to migrate.
The Games were even more dangerous for all the players who were still alive. The players did fight more, but we decided to stay away from all the fighting as violence would only get us killed in such a dangerous world.
Players were dropping like flies, thousands falling when we got our first few death messages came in to my inbox.
TBC