Future Gladiator

Seventeen year old Burnet is brutally taken from her home to become the face of the Government Gladitorial Division. Her story will unravel both her past and her future and force her to make decisions with both consequences and rewards. Friends will become enemies and enemies may be the exact opposite of what they appear.


3. Drowned Sparrows

“You can’t do this! Let me go! Mum! Please?” I scream.                               

I can feel rough hands pulling at my jacket, yanking at my arms as my knees buckle beneath me. I can feel the salty tears running down my face as I try to run across to where she’s collapsing in the corner, her trembling hands pressed against her midriff. As she drops her hands from her dress the glint of silver becomes visible. I can see the dark red stain spreading across her blue printed dress. The crimson flow drowns out the tiny sparrows that flit in and out of sight on the printed material.

“Let me go!” I yell once more.

My screaming reaches a crescendo and a leather gloved hand covers my mouth. I catch a glimpse of myself in the grime encrusted mirror that my dad brought home one Giving Day as I’m dragged from the room. I can just see through the stray curls of my brown hair the headpiece made of smoothed, round, grey pebbles my mother had made me on my fifteenth birthday as it tries and fails to hold back my hair as I thrash about. As I scream against the glove I can feel my trapped tears as the stream down my face to be halted by the glove against my mouth. I look once more towards the mirror to stare at my eyes. Although bloodshot and wet, they are undeniably grey. Not a warm grey, no, they are cold and lifeless with the glazed look one would expect to see on the dead. They show me what I already know. I’m going to die.

My head is covered with a musty sack as they drag me from my home. I know that struggling is futile and I know without a doubt that I am being taken to my death. Both of these notions were neither comforting nor welcome yet I cannot push them from my mind as I feel exhaustion pull at my body. I have watched other families grieve as their sons and daughters were taken from them in the same manner that I have been abducted. At least they were alive to grieve still; those parents do not lie dead in their homes. Yet, as my stomach clenches with grief and sickness I know that in my heart I am thankful that I am to die too. My mother will not be alone for long; soon I shall join her in the afterlife. Slowly, as time draws on I let my body succumb to the darkness hovering at the edge of my vision and I fall into a fitful sleep.

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