“Enjoying the night, aren’t you?” Andrik couldn’t hide the pissed off, sarcasm tone in his voice when he said it to Zayden. He’s not sure exactly which one is the heavier reason but it has to do with one thing, hands. Him, letting go of his hand, almost delivering him to the eyes of death or him, holding Yekatarina’s hand far longer than he likes. Better not at all, for sure.
Zayden faced Andrik to reply to his sarcastic question. “Yes, I am.” He stepped closer to him and fixed his tie quickly, then he swiped the imaginary dust on his suit before looking back up at him, “If I were you, I won’t keep her standing there alone.” He
An ear-splitting noise and screams inside the arena interrupted Ahrio and Svetlana's moment. They rush back inside to check what was going on and they both don’t know how to react when they saw it was just Blaize, standing in front of probably a dozen or more broken champagne glasses on the floor that was previously the pyramid champagne glasses. People were gathered around him, watching him and they were also the ones who overreacted earlier. Blaize just shrugged and started to build a new pyramid using champagne glasses. He did it patiently and expertly like he had been doing this for over a decade during his free time. After a few minutes he had successfully completed making it and he started popping champagne bottles and pour it to hi
Yekaterina woke up the next day feeling extremely horrible. She’s vomiting every now and then, her stomach feels like something inside is drilling her intestines and her head feels like someone is hitting it with a hammer repeatedly. Luckily, the poison she had drank last night was not enough to kill her. Unlike the three other women who collapsed and died on the spot. She was half-awake when their members were executed the same way, by drinking poison in front of everyone. The party was adjourned after that. Andrik carried Yekaterina to her room and brought her a pill which makes her vomit the poison she had intake.
Svetlana woke up with a jolt, almost like she’s having a bad dream about being breathless as she gasps for air. The memory of what happened came back to her and she winces when the itchiness all over her face and body made itself known again the moment her memory flashed in her mind. She avoided scratching it because the rashes and red blotches will only get worse if she does. She’s allergic to chicken and she had eaten enough of it to trigger severe allergic reaction. She’s parched, her throat and tongue feel so dry and a
Seeing that Yekaterina’s harness looks a bit loose on the waist, Andrik adjusted it to secure it better on her, worried that it might pose a risk later during the game. The sun is just starting to rise on the horizon and the cold breeze of dawn occasionally makes her shiver. But she’s ready. They’re all ready to face a new challenge and survive through it with all their might. The tall mountain, approximately thousands of feet, stood high and proud in front of them. The same mountain where they will be racing to climb to the top and come back down with the flag of victory. The mountain that they will have to conquer today in a span of ten hours to fulfil the game.
He freed Svetlana out of his hold when she gestured to him to let her out of his embrace. The look on her face showed that she’s still really shaken after falling like that but she had composed herself and had stopped trembling. She smiled at Ahrio, her way of telling him it’s alright and to just let things slide. Ahrio gave Draco one last warning look that could have send anyone trembling in fear. Draco’s smirk fades and he moved farther away from him to the other side. “W
Minerva gestured a hand sign pointing at Svetlana. She thinks Svetlana would be the easiest target just because of how she looks, frail and vulnerable. Ahrio immediately placed Svetlana under his cover ready to defend if there’s any attack. The other groups circled them, the desperate urge to kill is too visible. Minerva can’t hide her excitement, pleased that she will witness what she wants to see. “This would be so fun!”
It was raining heavily that night. Young, twelve-year-old Ahrio woke up because of the booming sound of thunder followed by a series of lightning that tore through the sky, lighting up the darkness every now and then. He sat up from bed, rubbing his eyes and blinking in the darkness that surrounds his room. He feels thirsty so he flipped the blanket off of his body and got up from bed. He padded down the stairs to the kitchen and got himself a glass of water.  
Gathered at the foot of the mountain were a total of forty groups who were able to successfully complete the challenge, bringing a flaglet of their own that they had fished from the peak. Minerva eyed the other surviving groups, some of them she had toyed with before giving them the flag. It was amazing just how almost half of the teams were eliminated after she employed the little game of hers. Svetlana looked lost, still thinking about how Ahri
Big explosions from fireworks one after another are heard from the outside, visible in the glass wall. Everyone wore splendid dresses. From a first glance and by its blinking, shiny beads on it that’s probably worth an average worker’s yearly salary, it's not just an affordable dress that a middle class could easily afford. Everyone has glass wine on their hand, cheers reverberated throughout the area when the fireworks were done. "Good evening, everyone." A host on the stage began his introductory speech. He wore a tuxedo, a gloomy g
The silence that ensued between them was enough to express the despair and misery they’re all feeling. Yekaterina and Andrik won, but it’s like they lost gravely. They don’t feel like they had won at all. In a game where you have to kill your friends and family just to win and survive, no one really wins at all. “Use it, Zayden. Save yourself.” Yekaterina said, when Zayden just stayed rooted where he is sitting. He looks lost in a trance, unable to move. He had laid down Blaize’s body on the ground beside Minerva and he sat down there leaning against the wall, staring into nothing.
The sound of his nose breaking echoed in his ears when BGN1’s fist connected with his face. Tradd’s head reared back as his eyes shut in pain. He staggers back a few steps but kept himself standing up, even when he can feel how much strength it takes to get himself together after having his world almost turn around in a dizzying axis. He re-enforces his stance, lifting the arnis in front of him higher and readying for BGN1’s next attack. BGN1 snickered, thinking just how useless his choice of weapon was against his extremely, bulky muscular form. He flexes his biceps and his
Blaize cocks the gun and approached where Zayden is hiding but he wasn’t there anymore. From behind, Zayden strangles him with his arms wrapped around his neck. He dropped the gun and grasp his arms to try and remove it around his neck. But Zayden held on to him tightly, not letting his hold on him loose. Blaize struggles to get free, he kicks his knee and elbowed him, hitting his neck and causing him to let go of him as he groaned in pain. “How dare you lie through your teeth and claim you’re my brother!”
Bringing each of their weapons, they went out of the room and decided to ride the elevator down to see what’s going on in the other floors. They paused and froze in their steps when the elevator door opened. The elevator walls and floors had been painted with blood. It won’t take a genius to be able to tell what transpired here. “The hunt has begun.” Yekaterina muttered in a low, breathy voice. The stench of blood is so strong as they stepped inside the elevator. Yekaterina pressed the ground floor and in just a matter of minutes, the elevator stopped and the doors ope
The sudden change was unprecedented, putting them all in a state of vulnerability. Yekaterina and her team had always played fair, not knowing the game beforehand except the previous game. Knowing beforehand is cheating and it’s like a drug that enabled them to relax and put their guard down. But just like a drug, once its effect wears off, you’re left with an anxiety you’re unable to handle. Your fears come back stronger and this time, you crave the relief and fake bliss that the drug has offered. That’s exactly wha
Tossing and groaning from the searing pain on his shoulder, Blaize woke up. He sat up in bed and looked down at his wounded arm, noticing that it looks like it’s getting an infection. He’s also coming down with a fever. He dreamt about the past again, just like every single time when he’s sick. It started when his grandfather passed away, leaving him with an information and a mission. To find and protect his twin brother. Yes, you got that right. Zayden Jaxen Flynn is Blaize’s twin brother. Gripping the folded picture
Blaize woke up from the aches of his body. Just like his normal day, he trained without any breaks. "You woke up already?" He saw his grandfather at the door of his room. "Come on, let's jog before the sun's up." "Grandpa, can I skip today?"
Instead of analysing what the game is all about, Yekaterina's group is amazed by the setting of the game, how prepared and detailed it is. If Jade didn’t tell them ahead of what this game is, they'll be all so busy finding and understanding the clues and the worst is there's chance that they will be eliminated. Contrary to their competitor for this game, the other group sealed their eyes on the balls. Examining what will be the best ball that they will choose to survive.