Todos los capítulos de The Arena: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

You'll never know what hit you......Beginning doesn't always entail a happy memory, most of the time- in reality- it's something you wish to never speak of; a blur in the back of your head that you try hard to erase. Mostly like my very own story.Going to clubs was never an enticing idea to me; human contacts more than anything unnerved me. The feeling of someone's rancid sweat in your skin, or someone's sour breath in your face was never an appealing sensation. In my line of perspective it was obscene seeing bodies grinding together like slithering worms in a pool of salty water, showering with sexual hormones.But I have no choice, never would again. It wasn't my undoing and so I led myself to believe from then on.Unintelligible words of a modern song-- Rap as they call it-- from an artist I barely knew traveled through the walls, bouncing back and forth like an en

This is your world now Jodi.......One of the truth in life is people only appreciate the value and greatness of sunshine, once the darkness that surrounds us refuses to leave.I blinked to almost a hundred times in hope to conjure light out of the darkness around me. I was getting afraid of the creatures lurking in the dark corners, more that there’s no other color than pitch black. A bump from a sudden halt awoken me. From then, nothing made sense and I grew futile trying to keep myself calm through the torturous throbbing in my skull-- hangover.The memory of the night before kept playing like a broken record explaining not much of my situation but only worsening the thoughts dooming around my head."You look good," my mom said, appraising my reflection over the mirror. I smiled at her as she handed me the high heeled boots to go over with my black dress. 

From now on you'd be Red Fox.......Realization only struck us when we couldn't get what we wanted, killing our hope and forcing us to adapt. Out of nowhere, two men came; without words they grabbed my stiff arms and dragged my almost lifeless body like a sack of thrash. I was in no condition to fight or even survey the surroundings, my eyes where shut from the injuries I earned mere minutes ago. Though a certain smell lingered in my nose: a mixture of damp earth, molds and freshly cut grass.The dragging took time, for me it was like an hour long but it could also be minutes. I couldn't be so sure; my world turned upside down in a sluggish motion.That I hadn't notice that they stopped at once. A metal knob turned followed by a grunting from one of the men. I was lifted higher to ground then spontaneously dropped on a hard mattress. "She'll do fine, let's ge

Sorry but I need to live.......Blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood bloodblood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood bloodblood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood bloodblood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood bloodso much blood......."Punch! Block! Don't fucking hit like a girl!" Nick kept shouting. His hands were up in his chest letting me hit them with my fists. He was planted to the ground, feet not moving yet none of my punches have hit him. Instead my face was the one beaten to a pulp.Right.Left.Right.Left.Right.Left.Right.Left.Right.Left.Right.Left.Right.Left.Right.Left.Right.LeftTwo hours into training, doing the same thing

There's no way out.......No wounds totally heal, it always leave marks. Scars are the reminder of our past that no matter how deep we bury them, there will still be a glimmer that makes us remember.Drip. Drip. Drip. I stared at the blood on my hands as it dripped on the whites of my shoes, staining them. I was tainted and no one could change that, I had killed someone. They turned me into a killer. I wished to turn the clock back but there was no way. Again, I wasn't given a choice: it was my only way to survive.A thug on my shirt pulled me out from my melancholia.My ears were bombarded with loud angry shouting. The masked monsters cursed for their lost.Fucking fight! Beginner's Luck! Give my fucking money back! A fucking joke! A fucking waste of money!

Don't start something you would just regret. ......We live inside an invisible bubble where we are happy and contented of our lives until someone throws a tiny rock at our bubble and pops it open. It shatters us, it makes us vulnerable to the reality of the dark world. And every movement we make became measured.The note made me wary of my surroundings as it planted a seed of fear in my brain-- some invisible hand is trying to get me. I couldn't do anything but wait for my impending doom. And I couldn't even afford to close my eyes for my senses were all hightened because of the fear encircling inside me. I felt cold, my body was shaking though my shirt was drenched with sweat. My hands were clammy, my heart wouldn't stop the uncontrollable drumming and it was like I'm about to experience cardiac arrest. Time seemed to drag for eternity.

Kill Marshall......We become like the things we repeatedly do, the litlle habits that composed ourselves. My body soon fell into the irregular rhythm of my captor's place. I didn't know how I followed with the time. I think it was been a month but it could also been a year; too much has changed that if I got the chance to look in the mirror I wouldn't probably recognize myself. I became a different person on the outside but mostly on the inside.I lived every single day of my stay in the place with a constant fear of it being my last breathing day. The bugging feeling that I would never see the light of the mighty sun, killed me every single waking time that I wished to stay with the haunting eyes.The owner of the note hasn't reveal itself thus adding to my constant paranoia.I trained everyday; they needed me fit. I took series of vitamins an

Was that all you got boy?......A fuming angry Craig dragged me along the hallway through different passages taking me deeper in the underground. I stumbled a couple of times but it didn't make him stop even just a single step. I didn't dare fight back. I just couldn't make the effort. I was still in shock with what I did: killing Marshall, stabbing him to death. Even my hands were still shaking from the horrid memory.I am truly a monster.The image of the limped body of Marshall kept creeping through my brain. One of the nightmares that would be forever etched in the crevices of my subconscious. But I couldn't fathom one thing though, I didn't feel anything about killing him, Marshall. It was as if...as if I almost enjoyed it. I am actually happy that I killed him. And it was torturing me to insanity.Along the way, Craig took out something fr

Yes, you just got promoted in hell......."Ring-a-ring-a-roses,A pocket full of posies;Ashes! Ashes!We all fall down.......Ring a ring a Rosie,A bottle full of posie,All the girls in our town,Ring for little Jodie."I was awaken by a voice of a singing little girl. I pried my eyes open and saw two little brown gems looking at me with such amusement.I smiled at her and she smiled back in return. What is she doing here? She must be only a hallucination, how could there be a little angel in the hell kind of place. Maybe, I was about to die and she was to take me with her? But that would be insane. If there were such thing as heaven and hell, m

Do you know how lucky you are?......When facing eminent danger, your best option is to run, run the fastest your legs could allow you.Unfortunately, I didn't have that advantage on my side. In my situation every corner you look leads only to death. There was no other way around it but straight forward and my only choice was to fight or I die pitifully.I gulpped, the screen was slowing down: the letters were forming one by one. Oh god please let it be a good one. Just this one make luck be on my side!Then it stopped.Beads of cold sweat trickled down my back. My hands wouldn't stay dry even if I kept rubbing them on the sides of my shorts. The feet that belongs to me couldn't seem to carry my weight, my stance was getting off. I tried to steady myself by holding on the rails of the arena but my emotions were too drag