Trigger

Rules

Desperate hands clinging to ghoulish metal bars with slippery grease drowned the palm of his hand. he would wipe them on the mattress of his bed. It wouldn't stain it as it was already familiar with it and would welcome the colour in. He would look forward for the mash put together by the hands of the sadistic, violent, villainous  guards. Now you may be wondering who is this 'he' I keep on talking about, it's a boy called 72. Of course that isn't his real name but I don't know what his real name is and I couldn't tell you anyway or I would be killed. 72 was part of the new group that had been delivered to the arena. It had been a week in the cell for them and they were ready to see the arena. Their  numbers were called and a sweaty bag had been deposited onto their heads in a violent manner. It was soon ripped of their heads and they were pushed near sweaty handle bars . 72 looked to his side and saw his cell mate 68, they nodded briefly before the guards eyes could focus on their gesture.
' Two boys are going to walk in with a glock in their hands and they have to kill each other, if they don't they both get killed.' 72 looks at the boys entering through the automatic doors. A sixth sense crept in, he felt their fear rushing through his blood. One boy stared at 72, it was a stare that pleaded for help. 72 looked away from the boy's cold stare. A countdown was in process, it spoke out each number clearly but in a sinister way. He heard the clinking of tokens as the guards placed bets on the boys,shouting their number and how much they were putting on him. The countdown finished. One boy rushed towards the close pile of rubble before the bullet impaled in his skin. He peaked getting a scan of where the enemy was. Then a bullet flew and grazed his cheek, blood oozed and gave a coating of paint to cheek. The injured boy's breathing grew heavier and more frantic as every second went by. He readied his gun but the vibrations in his hand made him throw it on the ground. He picked it back up and ran towards the other boy. BANG! The boy who was running stopped, he fell on his knees then collapsed with a scarlet pool soaking his rags, the other boy looked at him with fear and crawled away from ghoulish reality. The audience looked in fear and stood silent. 68 and 72 both inspected the face of the body. With its mouth open and eyes just staring towards its fate it paralysed the boys. The microphone spoke to them again and that immediately cured them of their paralysis. Later you will be rewarded for your efforts with tokens but you will be informed about that if you survive.