It was a cold place, and at the same time, warm. While he was shaking, he was also sweating. I didn't know where I was, but I didn't want to be there, it wasn't out in the open, but it also didn't have a roof, it was just dark. Some parts were lit up, like candles, but I didn't know what it was.
The poor boy couldn't move, he was sitting with his legs stretched out, and someone else was sitting the same way on top of his legs, and so a long line of terrified people stretched out. On its right side, there were two more rows in the same way as the last one.
After a while, a voice was heard, which sounded just like a loud and macabre scream, which shivered and accelerated the poor boy's heartbeat, it was fear, he felt his body heating up quickly, then his ears bleed, and hot tears streamed down, falling on his legs, since his head was bowed.
He no longer controlled his bodily actions, he was smiling, while in the background he cried. He felt something in his hands, it was a Swiss army knife, he looked ahead towards the long rows, and saw that people were driving their knives into the person next to them, then the screams of horror dominated the place, while you could still hear loudly. guffaws.
The left row killed the middle row on your right; the middle row killed the row on your right; and the row on the right killed the row on the left. With only the left and right ends, the boy just waited for his turn, in which a pocketknife would be nailed several times to his head. But before he saw the death of his friend, in the next row, two people stuck the knives in his face, in his eyes, and pulled them down, until they managed to take them out, and then they did it again, there was no blood and the skin was tearing like silicone , the friend laughed and tried to fight back by hitting the air many times, kept calm, in a frightening tranquility amid chaos.
But something took his attention away, when behind, he saw a beautiful young girl, the same age as the others, she was very small, and she was scared. The boy saw her weakened and then went forward trying to hit her several times with his pocket knife, but was unsuccessful, she dodged every time and her size made it difficult. In his last attempt, he fell off balance and fell, on top of the bodies, at the same moment two pocket knives came towards him, that of the frightened girl, and of a third person, behind her.
It was Chris Pratt, big, strong and handsome. Before they could hit him, the boy got up and turned his attention to the handsome man. This time, the one who felt fragile was the boy, who without thinking twice stuck the knife in Chris's neck, and quickly took it out to hit him again, and so he did, he pierced several times, just like they did with his friend, he asked I'm sorry, since I was doing it against your will, and Pratt understood, he smiled still waiting to finish, looking directly into the boy's eyes, who now burst into tears, looking into that shattered face.