The charts that appeared on the screens showed who was fighting who first. Everyone piled into the seating area to see the first fighters. There was a section of seats that held twice the number of seats than the actual number of contestants.
The arena was split into smaller sections by walls that rose from the ground. There were two sets of parallel walls that set up nine sub-sections in the arena. The day's first fighters went into the sections, two people per room.
Once everyone was where they were supposed to be, the Host came up on the overhead speakers. "The challenge: A fight to the death!" The contestants seemed unmoved by this. "Three! Two! One! Fight!"
Jason watched as they began fighting each other. Sure, you see stuff like this in movies, or video games, but seeing it, in real technicolor and in person, it just seems so unreal. He watched as a mercenary didn't hesitate to shoot down a man in a prisoner's uniform, holding a large sharpened piece of metal. Once he fell, the body disappeared, and the wall to the right of the mercenary lowered to reveal a gangster holding a shotgun. He cocked the gun and barely uttered the beginnings of a threat before the merc shot him down too.
Jason pulled his hood back and wiped away the sweat that was there. He honestly didn't know what to expect. Deep down, he was kind of hoping that there wouldn't be this many people to begin with, much less mercenaries, assassins, and other greedy gun-weilders.
Molly was sitting beisde him, he was glad that she was there with him, but he also cursed himself for not forcing her to stay home. Sure, she had powers, but it's not like she's had training with them! The best she's gotten moving are soda cans. Sure, he was stronger than, say, a bear, but its not like there are team matches in Smash Brothers. He won't be able to protect her.
One other girl just sat down with him, He believes her name is Astrid, on the opposite side of Molly. She said to him, in a french accent, "Look, whatever the reason is for being in this tournament, we're here. We need to find out, right now, who our friends are. So who are you and what is it that you can do?" Jason glared at her. He stood up and looked down at her. "Unlike your selfish reasons, we plan to bring back our mother. So stay out of our way or die like the losers down there." He pointed to the three way fight between the mercenary, a marine, and an Asylum Patient.
He took Molly by the hand and lend them back to the personal dorms that were made between the contestants. He and Molly shared one, most likely because they were just brother and sister. He stormed her out and made his way back to the dorm. "That went well." Molly said. He grunted.
He just wanted to go to sleep and wake up back in his own bed, thinking it was all just a dream.
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