LPOV The blood vessels poured from my wrists, running down the white tiles in a dark shade of red. I lie there motionless. Helpless to undoing the stained past. Breathless. RPOV A finale blast is heard from the red zone. Screams of agony and pain rang through my ears. I wipe my brow, thanking God i'm alright. Only to see my friend trapped in what will soon become enemy territory. I ran to him, and, in a flash of white light, we peacefully walked away from our fight. Leaving the ones we loved most behind.