《Fights and More Fights, Action!》


 1- My new surroundings

    I wake up and find myself alone in a white room.


    I walk and look around, finding a blue and a red button, with the word''s "PLAY" and "INFO" above each made out of paper.


    Still confused, Itenseup and press the red info button.


    "This is information" a tired male voice states.


    "Look, I''m tired and I just want to get rid of this"


    "You have to get to the next room, the room after that and repeat, it''s a game for us and we''re gods so go"


    I listen attentively and suddenly a door appears, made out of red wood and metal.


    I press the red button, nothing happens. I wait.


    "GET ON WITH IT"


    I flinch, and open the door.


    I see a large arena made of rocks and stone, the seats empty and a normal blue sky. I look behind me and the door I went through seems to not be connected to anything and is just a standalone door, either this was a very elaborate prank, actually god, or something else, I need self-defense.


    I grab a rock, and finally notice that I''m naked, it suddenly gets chilly and I feel defenseless, the small pebbles and dirt on the ground dig into my feet.You might be reading a pirated copy. Look for the official release to support the author.


    I see a person, and he comes out of a blue door. He sees me and yells across the arena, which was around a city''s block in length.


    "Hey! man, whats going on? Why are we here?"


    He seems to have not noticed that the door behind him defies physics, I remember the color of my door- red, his door- blue... he didn''t get the voice! the objective here... is to kill him? or what?


    I reply "no idea bro! but are you a part of this prank?"


    He puts on a confused face, thinks and says "well I''ve no idea, but what''s up with this place? it seems too elaborate for this to be a prank.


    I reply "well I wouldn''t put it past one of my friends, fucker tied me up and put me on a plane- would have sued if not for the fact that he saved me from getting beat up" I of course, had no such friend.


    "well that sucks for you, but I don''t have an insane friend"


    It seems he still hasn''t realized the doors are strange.


    I remember the ''god'' and also remember that he can''t read my thoughts from how impatient he was. It wasthat or he is a great actor/justnotmind reading. I whisper under my breathe "I''ll kill this guy, don''t you worry" I was worried the ''god'' would mess up my plan.


    I yell "OYYY YOU FUCK THE PRANKS GONE TOO FAR! LET ME AND THIS GUY OUT!, oh yeah, my name''s Mason, my friends call me mas, what''s your name?"


    He smiles and starts to walk towards me and says "my name''s Jack!" He then asks with a puzzled face, "you sure this is a prank?"


    I quickly hide my rock in my pants and walk over. "Yeah, my friends pretty crazy-he''ll let us out in a day, hes an ass I know, say, where do you live?"


    "just south of Britain''s capital... why?"


    "no, I live pretty far from there, just wondering how my friend got you also into this prank, if you¡¯re not paid, can you remember how you got here? I was drugged" I wasn''t drugged, I went to sleep and woke up here.


    "well, I remember being going to sleep and hearing some noises, maybe I also got knocked out?"


    After a back and forth we decide to go to sleep, he believed me because of the strange room we were in. A stone arena, metal walls around, noroof and no trees.


    I slowly sharpen my rock when he snores. I creep up to him; I had always wanted to play it safe.

 2- First kill

    As I get closer I also get tenser.


    Checking one last time that I had prepared...


    I quietly and slowly walk up to him, holding up a sharpened rock that was going to smash his head.


    I smash his head with the rock, he screams, I kick his balls and cause him to cover his groin.


    I smash his head over and over, he pushes me back. I stumble and then kick his head.


    He seems to be panicked and bleeding. I attempt to hit his head again but he kicks his feet at me while still on the ground.


    I throw my rock and other various rocks I had prepared beforehand; I like to be prepared.


    After throwing said rocks I try to stomp on his head, he grabs my leg and tugs it.


    I position myself to fall on him with my rock aimed to strike his head while guarding my groin.


    We get into a scramble and he grabs my rock.


    I aim for his balls and his eyes, trying to back away.


    I miss, but I successfully get away.This content has been misappropriated from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere.


    I grab more rocks and throw them.


    He gets up and I try to punch his balls, he covers his hands on his balls, but I continue, hitting both his hand and maybe his balls.


    I run.


    After running away, I check my hands and body, my hands were sore, even though I had covered my hands with a section of my clothes. A few glancing blows had hit me, but other than that I was fine apart from bruises on my back.


    I yell and scream, acting crazy and trying to scare the person.


    He runs, but seems to have a concussion or something; I run at him and try to cut him instead of smacking him. I fail, only scraping his clothes.


    I back up again, nervous and afraid, adrenaline still pumping.


    I begin to find more rocks and throw them. Over and over.


    And over.


    And over.


    And over.


    After an hour of throwing my hardest, I was tired and could''ve expected a major pain in my arms in the morning.


    He seemed to still breathe, so I decided to cut his throat, blood rushes out. I see the previous wounds scabbing and I find many bruises visible, his body was covered in red spots, in dirt, in gravel, and rocks surrounding him from the ones I thrown.


    He groans and I repeat.


    I break down and cry. Not because of sadness, but because of regret and anger. Regret at my actions and anger towards everything.


    I sleep.