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.


15. The Falling Bowl

It tastes like watered down wheat, like someone has quite literally ground up some wheat and mixed it in with water. It’s disgusting, as are the bowls. Battered metal bowls that flake and roll precariously on the table due to their uneven surface. Mine almost tips over at one point but Troja manages to stop it. I hold the bowl between my legs after that.

I don’t scrape any of the remaining mush from the edges of the bowl because Marting is still picking the metal flakes from his mouth after making that mistake. My stomach grumbles and I sigh, chewing on the inside of my mouth to distract myself from the pains in my stomach.

Blood begins to fill my mouth as I notice Aguedo and Bollrocks walking towards us and so I chew harder, ignoring the coppery tang in my mouth that is beginning to make me feel nauseous. They stop at our table and we fall silent, metal spoons dropping on to the table in front of us as we look up at them. For a few moments they simply survey our line and we continue to stare back. However, out of the corner of my eye I notice that Sirs’ bowl has begun to roll towards the edge of the table and the corners of my lips flicker as I try to supress a smile at the sight.

Aguedo coughs, quite unnecessarily, and I feel the blood seep into my mouth and envelop the top of my tongue. My stomach churns and all I want to do is drink the water in front of me in the wooden cup. I don’t though because Aguedo picks it up and takes a sip from it. He doesn’t place it back down on the table but I doubt that I would have drunk from it even if he had. Who knows what diseases a man as twisted as this man carries, and if so, I don’t fancy catching them.

With one last critical look of his eyes he leans in towards Bollrocks and whispers in his ear. Bollrocks nods and then Aguedo wanders off towards the other end of the coliseum where he disappears into the shadows.

“Right, it’s time to get you all suited up. Get up and follow me quickly, unless you want a sword rammed up your behinds. I doubt any of you do.” With a hacking cough he turns abruptly and ambles off, arms clasped behind his back, leaving silence in his wake.

Silence which is soon broken by the metallic clang of metal as Sirs’ bowl finally falls off the table. 

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