Capítulo 0004

Just, fucking die!

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One. Two. Three. Go!

I run as the man in front of me copied the same act I did. I ducked low to his punch, then swayed to the side to face his back. I jumped, grabbing the guy's neck and wrapping my legs on his waist; bringing all my weight to him. We both dropped to the floor. I banged my back hard in the process. I groaned with the pain but did not lose the tight grip. The guy trashed, giving blows on my sides. I fought with all the energy left on me; unwilling to let him escape. I would never lose to him! I fucking promise to win; it was bullshit fight anyway.

You would never win in the kind of game.

"Ah!" I shouted; a loud cracking sound deafened my ears. Tears involuntarily streamed my eyes. I bit down on my lower lip as the bitter taste of metal filled my mouth. I spat blood on the grimy floor and inched my head closer to the man's ear. "Just, fucking die!" I hissed as I brought my grip on his neck an inch tighter, until the same cracking sound came off from it. "Die! Die! Just fucking die!" I barked furiously dragging my words. The guy's body trashed wildly. His lungs were collapsing from lack of oxygen; a gurgling was coming out from his mouth. I closed my eyes savoring the high it was giving me. I was growing crazy, I knew. I shook my head before I fully submitted myself to it. I raised my right hand to grab that specific vein on his neck. I pulled hard and within few seconds the trashing stopped, the guy quieted and I let him go. He was dead. I killed him with my hands. The numbers in my head started counting again and I didn't know how to stop it.

My hands went up on my face on their own, both were dyed in red. A tremble begun to inhabit my body. I couldn’t stop the shaking. A mixture of self-hatred and utter sadness showered me coldly. It wasn’t what I signed for.

Why does it end up like this? Why do I have to kill again and taint my hands? Why it have to be like that?

Why?

I was too tired to process my thoughts. I slumped down on the floor, spread eagled. The man's still hot body pinned me down. I gasped loudly when I realized I forgot to breathe; a horrible coughing fit erupted. The air seemed foreign to my body and I couldn’t get my lungs to accept it. I was extremely panicking. I hummed a silent song in my head, trying to settle down my anxiety.

I fixed my thoughts elsewhere. Then my eyes met the blinding artificial lights which only added disorientation to my decrementing physique. I was hopeless. I had won but it wasn’t over yet not by far.

After sometime, a lurid whistle came from somewhere in the room jostling me into the reality of my situation. I instantly jumped to my feet with unsteady legs. A hundred pairs of eyes poked holes in my skin, scrutinizing me down to my core. I equaled their glares, I would never back down to the monsters like them. They don’t deserve to live; they should be the one standing in my stead! If they didn’t exist no fights would ever be created.

"Let us hear for two-zero-zero-one! Everyone let me hear me some claps of excitement! Come on!" I run angrily to the shouting man. Two muscled men were about to tackle me but I was faster. I got to the masked announcer in time, grabbing his collar.

"Give me my fucking candy!" I shouted. The man’s hand shoot to the air, stopping the two men from hustling me, a hard ball of candy he popped into my open mouth. I rolled it in my tongue and then released the guy. I snapped my attention to my wrist, waiting for the numbers to get up. “This should fucking work man or I would slash that smile away from your assface!”

Miraculously, twenty-four hours were added to my numbers.

I felt a swift wave of relief. I get to live another hell day.

……

I followed the finger to its owner’s face. "Why me? Pick another one, they would love to fight out there, but not me. Him he was itching fucking fight! Why not pick him instead?" I emphasized by spreading my arms to the directions of the said inmate. “Pick him okay?”

"Yeah! Pick me instead of that ungrateful brat! I got only two hours! I want to live! Choose me!" pleaded someone.

The realization hit me like a bullet running at top speed. I stood at once, more alert than before. "What exactly this metal bracelet for? The time in here. What the fuck is it exactly for?" I repeated the question in squeaking voice addressing the suited man. “Tell me at once!” I demanded him.

"That's your time left to live. It strikes zero and a serum would be injected to your system, killing you," the man voiced out my thoughts. “A neat doze of lethal injection.”

"What?" I looked at my wrist. “You got to fucking kidding me!”

"How much time you left?" The man said inching closer to me taking a peek on my new watch.

I gulped, "Two hours, thirty-two minutes," I answered. I got two fucking hours left on my life. What the hell I just stumbled upon? When would all the bad luck be gone? When I’m dead?

"Win the fight and you'll get a candy. It will replenish your time back to twenty-four hours. Win more fights and you'll earn privileges. It’s your choice though. Do you want to fight, eh?"

"I'll fucking fight!" I said, grabbing the guy's shoulder. “Take me. Take me okay and I fucking promise you a win.”

The man smirked. “I like your new found enthusiasm. I’ll pick you then.”

All I need to do is fucking win, right?