The images flicker on the screen constantly. His eyes are shot open, watching it with terror. Then the blood comes; spurting around like paint.
'And Josh Hunderson aged fifteen is dead. Youngest competitor yet and bloodiest one too.' The commentator explains. 'Another male though. It seems females are too scared of the Morning Of Man's Terror. Pity they're so weak. '
The wife shoots from the sofa again.
'Sick, Morgan; I'm sick!' Fury in her voice.
'Calm down love...'
'Not any more!' And with that she kicks the screen and all turn to her.
'You have destroyed the spirit of the Morning Of Man's Terror.' They cry, standing up and surrounding her.
'Morgan!' Bellow she does. He shakes his head.
'You shall partake... You shall partake.' The repetitious voices call. Then her wrists get snatched. Cry she does not, for fear of being 'weak and puny' sets her heart on a rage to succeed.