We Were Born To Lose
Cause I'm Doing All I Can To Fight It
Before I even opened my eyes I felt it. I took a breath and put my hand on my side as I sat up. My bones ached, especially my side and leg. Someone came bursting through the door. It wasn’t unheard of for champions to kill or sabotage each other so I jumped and reached for my sword, pointing it at the intruder only to see it was Jack. I sighed in relief and relaxed, lowering the blade.
“Well good morning to you too.” He smiled, handing me a plate.
“We’re not eating in the hall?” I asked.
“No, I suspect the champions don’t want to show each other how injured they are.” He replied.
I nodded, shoving everything into my mouth while he got my clothes together. I gingerly swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood up. A sharp pain hit my leg and I had to bite my tongue to hold in my cry of pain. I didn’t want Jack to worry, the poor thing had enough stress on him as it was. Jack added more medicine to my bruises. The one on my leg looked horrible but I pretended it wasn’t bothering me too much. After he left I got dressed. Then I took a deep breath, I’d have to spend all day pretending not to be in agony.
This’ll be fun.
Alex was pretending like he was fine but I saw right through it. Still, I let him carry on thinking I was oblivious to the obvious. For the first battle of the day, he had to go up against a knight who looked pretty small. Rumor was the only reason he made it to the second day was because the knight he fought against was hurt from a previous battle. But he didn’t stand a chance against Alex. He may be hurt, but he didn’t let that hinder him. The match was over within three minutes.
The day flew by smoothly, however I did catch Sir Gonthad glaring at us from time to time. Alex and I moved over to the ring to watch him fight. I didn’t miss the way he scowled at his opponent and I was very relieved it wasn’t Alex in the ring. The minute the horn sounded, Sir Gonthad started whaling down on the knight. He lasted twenty seconds, dealing only defensive moves and no offensive ones. I winced when he fell to the ground, defeated.
The match should’ve ended there.
It didn’t.
We all watched in dismay as Sir Gonthad raised his sword above his head and thrust it into the knight’s stomach. Everyone gasped and spoke in hushed tones and he walked out of the ring, everyone frozen, unsure what to do.
What he did wasn’t illegal, there were no rules that prohibited it, but rarely does anyone explicitly kill in tournaments. I gulped and looked at Alex who had his jaw clenched. If he and Gonthad both made it to the last day, Alex would be fighting not only for the reward, but also for his life.
Notes
Title cred: Still Breathing by Mayday Parade
Overdue, short, and shitty.
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