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“DON’T HURT HIM ANYMORE! HE’S LITTLE! HE DOESN’T KNOW ANY BETTER!”
Basketball’s words and pleas rung in my ears while I struggled to stay awake as she held me with her legs.
I’ve seen the Injured Ones in recovery. I never thought I would end up this way myself.
My vision was blurry as I saw One retreat into a yellow portal.
I think I’m dying.
But that’s okay! Grassy always bounces back-…!
“S…STAY HERE GRASSY! I NEED TO GET TWO!”
Not like I could go anywhere.
I laid in a pool of my own blood, looking down at my once blue overalls. Now they were a deep, deep red. I coughed up a bit of blood mixed with saliva, drenching myself even more.
I wonder if I still have any of it in me.
Ever since One took Goiky in her grasp, everyday has been a struggle. Her own minions sat at every corner, barely stopping to take a blink, rifle in their hand. If you had a physical quirk, like an extra limb, they’d pull you aside and throw you in a cage with your own kind like livestock. When your time came, you’d be lined up and shot. Pools of brown blood lay in streets, fields of grass, even alleyways. Nobody dared to clean it. It reminded us of what would happen if we ever spoke a word against One.
One would often torment innocent contestants, ones with no changes, just normal objects, both mentally and physically, for her own enjoyment.
I never knew one of those people would be me.
I began to cry without realizing, my red face being slightly washed by my tears.
It felt disgusting. Now I knew how Lightning and Eight-Ball and everybody else felt.
I’d rather die than continue to suffer like this. Why did I deserve this? Why did anybody deserve this? Nobody deserved this, not even the worst people in the world. Not even One.
I wanted to scream, but I couldn’t. It came out as a pathetic whine.
Why did this ever happen?