NO. THIS IS NOT THE HUNGER GAMES. ~~~~~~~~~~ Bright light. It's hurting my eyes so bad. The possibilities were never endless, but this barely made sense. I had no way of blocking it, even if I used my hands. I guess it's true, I am dead. My vision surfaced as I noticed how bright this place was. As white as pearls for sure. I stumbled on to my feet, seeing miles and miles of white. The confusion finally took over and I was in a frantic mess. Anxiety never helps at worst times. "Hello?!?!" My breathing was sharp, my body was shaking. Tears trickled down my cheek and the feeling of abandonment makes me break down. I thought the process of death wasn't like this. Unless I'm not going to heaven. "Ah, Lana. Awake, I presume?" A voice surrounded me, but a presence was never shown. My head turns from left to right, my crimson red hair moving side to side. "Where are you?" I say. I regretted saying that, but if it led me to answers, I'll ask any questions of any sort. A woman appears in front of me, her long auburn hair and great blue eyes became visible. She was strikingly beautiful, I must admit. "Hello Lana. I'm Persona, your guardian, and I'm here to lead you to the Games of Death." She says. Her face was relaxed, a smile was presented. She didn't look no older than 30, no wrinkles or fine lines whatsoever. Nor was there a hint of blemish. Why was this woman so beautiful? "T-The what?" I choked out, snapping back to reality after I've been caught analyzing her. "Why dear, The Games Of Death! Right now, you stand at a thin line between death or life. I pretty much call it a "Coma". There's a VERY long journey ahead of you. It's pretty much fighting for your life. It's teens like you that barely had a chance to fulfill your adult life, so why not fight for it? You don't kill others, but kill with others. If you pass this, you'll be back to your hospital bed, no recollection of this happening." "But why do I have to do this?!" I was stepping back into utter doubt and I was barely processing any of this. "Why, to let you live life longer! As the saying goes, You only live once." She jokes. A look of disgust was suddenly replaced on to me, the fact that she had to point out that saying in the matters of life and death. "So you go throw us into a monster pit?!" My green eyes pierced right through her, trying my best to keep myself sane. It wasn't really helping the situation at the moment. She stares at me wide eyes. "I've never actually thought it like that. Good point Lana. But life is tough. Why must you contradict me, Lana?" Her British accent suddenly became known to me. I stared in awe at the majestic woman in front of me, knowing I may never ever be like her. She was too good to be real, but she was. Or was she just another figment of my imagination. "Well what am I supposed to do?!" I yelled in frustration and agony. I slumped down on to my knees, looking at her with big eyes. "You kill. Monsters. Not the boogie man or the grinch, but gory and outrageous ones! First, you'll need a choice of weapons. Oh silly me, new clothes!" She says in a joyful manner, in a snap of a finger, a whole array of tables were lined up in front of me. "W-Whoa." I managed to say at least one word. "Well Lana, pack up. And let the games begin."
Hopping on. ----------------- "I-I'm, just so damn tired..." Eric sighed, a single tear rolled down his left cheek. Eric was sick, very sick. The doctors had given him an estimate of 3 more months to live, but still he would fight on. In the morning, he was greeted by his little sister, the only reason that he gave himself to wake up in the morning. "Morning, Renee." He would say with a smile to the cheery girl in a pink polka dotted dress with white frilly laces. She was just so tiny, Renee's height would only reach up to his bellybutton. He got off the stiff white bed in the sterile room, his feet touched the freezing marble floor. The small girl ran over and hugged his thighs, Eric was 1.8m tall, in comparison with the pale skinny giant, she just seemed so tiny and delicate. She buried her face under his shirt and kissed him on the stomach, Eric laughed as she blew hot air on him. "Ahahaha...! That's too hot, I might just combust into flames anytime now, Renee." Eric patted her on the head as he lifted his shirt off her head and tucked it back into his pants. "You are so skinny, why don't you eat more?" Her innocent brown eyes stared at his face while she held on to his bony slender hands. "Of course I eat a lot, Renee! The food here is wonderful, really.." Eric could only smile at her, he loved his sister so much. He was incredibly touched, his heart practically melted at that point in time. "Don't bluff me." She started sulking, she knew he was lying. Eric was speechless, he felt incredibly... Sad. That was the only feeling he could described himself after hearing from his sister. Only just two weeks ago, a type of bacteria had infected Eric, causing his throat to swell up immensely. Whenever he tried to swallow food, it would cause him unbearable pain. Eric's throat was so sensitive and raw that he would vomit up whatever he tried to eat, coughing up blood in the process. He had to be put on the drip. Eric felt so heartbroken that he wanted to scoop his sister up in his arms, hugging and kissing her until she simmered down. However, in his current condition he could barely continuing standing. He sat back down on his bed and sighed. "I-I.. I'm so useless. I don't deserve a sister like you." He said to himself in his head. Eric wanted to voice out how apologetic he was, but the words wouldn't come to him in front of his sister. He knew that he had to stay strong for her sake,