Daryl Dixon
Absentee
Nathan was not humiliated at the crowds insults. He was going to refrain from talking back, but was unable to resist this time. "How about one of you sorry pricks come over here and I show you which one of us makes a better warrior!" He shouted back.
The lead evaluator made Nathans skin crawl. He talked like he was proud of everyone but Garret, then he had Garret tortured. "You sick son of a bitch!" Nathan shouted, pointing an accusing finger at the man. He almost expected a beating, but had no regrets. He couldn't stress enough how much he believed in freedom of speech and freedom itself. It's why he used to live away from here, he realized, moving to the city had been the wrong choice.
After the torture on Garret stopped they were faced with killing the warriors who survived the fight, Nathan had the one who's eye had been taken out. He looked down at a man that he had once looked at and seen hatred, like the rest, but now he realizes this man is just a pawn of the games too. Nathan felt guilty for taking out his eye in the fight. Nathan went down on one knee and whispered in the mans ear. "What is your name?" He asked. He was silent a moment, considering whether or not to tell him. "Felkarim." He finally said, Nathan wasn't sure if he could repeat it and pronounce it correctly. He nodded.
"Be done with it already." Spat the pig headed piece of ass Nathan knew only to be the lead evaluator.
"I'm sorry this is how it has to end." Nathan said, through gritted teeth. He gripped the blade with all his strength, his knuckles going white, his muscles tensing with veins surfacing. He was almost going to do something stupid and get himself killed, would he even make it the evaluator in time to kill him?
The man tilted his neck slightly, "AARRRGGHH" Shouted Nathan as he thrust the sword down the mans neck and into his body. He took the blade from the mans body, and threw it on the floor away from him. He looked at his hands, red. He put his arms back down by his side, eyes open wide, staring at the crumpled body beneath him. He ran his fingers through his hair, but then began to grip it. He had just smeared blood on his forehead and through his hair without thinking, he had done the unthinkable. What would his father think?
His sister?
The thoughts drove him mad.
"I'm one of them..." He whispered. "I'm one of them." He said. His knees felt weak and he struggled to not drop to them, Gidian, Belzubub, the girls and the other guys would consider him weaker than they already do. "No." He said boldly. "No." He said louder. "I'll never be like you." Nathan said as he raised his head and stared down the evaluator. He was clenching his fists, and had the appearance of a lost man. His eyes filled with hate, bloody face, that cold yet angry expression. He outstretched his left arm toward the evaluator, and raised his middle finger. They may break it, they may take it, but it'll be pointless. Nothing can stop him from showing as much disrespect as he could.
He had hoped others would join him, but he knew they would likely not. "I'm not your pawn, you twisted piece of pl*ps."
Nathan was asking for a beating, he could only imagine the insults to Nathans intelligence Gidian and the Orc would be saying in their minds. "Bring it on." Nathan was thinking, "Bring it on."
The lead evaluator made Nathans skin crawl. He talked like he was proud of everyone but Garret, then he had Garret tortured. "You sick son of a bitch!" Nathan shouted, pointing an accusing finger at the man. He almost expected a beating, but had no regrets. He couldn't stress enough how much he believed in freedom of speech and freedom itself. It's why he used to live away from here, he realized, moving to the city had been the wrong choice.
After the torture on Garret stopped they were faced with killing the warriors who survived the fight, Nathan had the one who's eye had been taken out. He looked down at a man that he had once looked at and seen hatred, like the rest, but now he realizes this man is just a pawn of the games too. Nathan felt guilty for taking out his eye in the fight. Nathan went down on one knee and whispered in the mans ear. "What is your name?" He asked. He was silent a moment, considering whether or not to tell him. "Felkarim." He finally said, Nathan wasn't sure if he could repeat it and pronounce it correctly. He nodded.
"Be done with it already." Spat the pig headed piece of ass Nathan knew only to be the lead evaluator.
"I'm sorry this is how it has to end." Nathan said, through gritted teeth. He gripped the blade with all his strength, his knuckles going white, his muscles tensing with veins surfacing. He was almost going to do something stupid and get himself killed, would he even make it the evaluator in time to kill him?
The man tilted his neck slightly, "AARRRGGHH" Shouted Nathan as he thrust the sword down the mans neck and into his body. He took the blade from the mans body, and threw it on the floor away from him. He looked at his hands, red. He put his arms back down by his side, eyes open wide, staring at the crumpled body beneath him. He ran his fingers through his hair, but then began to grip it. He had just smeared blood on his forehead and through his hair without thinking, he had done the unthinkable. What would his father think?
His sister?
The thoughts drove him mad.
"I'm one of them..." He whispered. "I'm one of them." He said. His knees felt weak and he struggled to not drop to them, Gidian, Belzubub, the girls and the other guys would consider him weaker than they already do. "No." He said boldly. "No." He said louder. "I'll never be like you." Nathan said as he raised his head and stared down the evaluator. He was clenching his fists, and had the appearance of a lost man. His eyes filled with hate, bloody face, that cold yet angry expression. He outstretched his left arm toward the evaluator, and raised his middle finger. They may break it, they may take it, but it'll be pointless. Nothing can stop him from showing as much disrespect as he could.
He had hoped others would join him, but he knew they would likely not. "I'm not your pawn, you twisted piece of pl*ps."
Nathan was asking for a beating, he could only imagine the insults to Nathans intelligence Gidian and the Orc would be saying in their minds. "Bring it on." Nathan was thinking, "Bring it on."