• Marii didn’t know what to do; here she was, faced with two options. The two worst decisions a human could have to make, kill, or be killed. She was thrust into her bedroom, to ‘think it over’. It wasn’t even a bedroom. It was Spartan in style, a small window she couldn’t even fit her head through, a bed, a nightstand, and a lamp. A closet opened to reveal uniforms of every size, but all looked the same. Her choice was not easy. She could fight in the arena, and live until one of her opponents killed her, meanwhile killing the ones that didn’t. Or she could refuse and they’d just kill her. Her head hurt and she knew it wasn’t from the pressure. When you’re taken to the Arena, knocked out, they drug you. This gives you heightened senses, strength, speed, stability. All the things she’d need to kill someone, while a bloodthirsty crowd watched. A guard walked into her room,
    “Have you decided Miss Law?”
    “Yes,” She sighed, “I’ll fight.”