"It's do or die…." I told myself.
After ducking and evading his punch I cocked my fist back a bit and shot it forwards…. I played it dirty… I didn't care when my life was on the line…. I shot my first towards his testicles and made direct contact. I felt the impact against my knuckles…. His entire body shuddered and he hit the ground.
I had to be vicious…. I tried talking and it didn't work…. He would've smashed my head in if I didn't dodge that last attack. I was rationalizing the violence I committed as I committed it. I ran towards him and shot my foot out next. I kicked his skull like it was a toy ball we used to play with in the village. Blood painted the floor and I watched some seep out of his left ear. He turned over to cover his head… He looked the part…. But he wasn't truly made for this….. He entered the fetal position and I proceeded to kick his spine. I made sure to put all my power into crushing his back and his ability to fight back… I wanted to finish him….. end him…. So I could finally rest and not fear for my life. I needed to make it back to my family…. somehow.
CRAAAAACKKKKK
I heard the sounds of bones breaking. I took this chance to drop on top of him. I launched punches at his face until it was bruised and bloodied.
BANG BANG BANG BANG
Somehow he was still surviving… I had to do more…. I had to be deadlier.
I took my dirty hands and nails and reached towards his eyeball while I chocked him with my left forearm…. My right hands dug into his eyes…
AHHHHHHHHHH
He screamed but adrenaline was rushing through my body... It was….. exhilarating. I squeezed and yanked back with all my might. Eventually I left him with one eye. I jammed my fist into his mouth repeatedly until his teeth were smashed in. I had to resort to gruesome methods. He died that day…. I forced him to choke on his blood and his teeth. I jammed my first through his mouth one more time and he died choking on his own eyeball. I was painted with his blood as well. I fell back in exhaustion.
"A BEAUTIFUL SCENE! OUR WINNER FOR TODAY….. IS... BROOOOOOLLLYYYYYYY." I started hearing the sounds of hands clapping. I blanked out not long after that.
When I woke up I was underground in the dungeons. This is where the other Gladiators were placed until it was their time to be called upon to fight. My body was sore but I wasn't heavily injured. Each Gladiator was paired with another in their cell. I assume this was to keep us alert… on edge and paranoid of each other. We lacked sleep and nutrition. We barely saw the light.
My cellmate was a thick…. heavyset burly man. He had protruding muscles and scars on his arms and chest….. but none on his back.
"So….. they picked you….huh?"
Broly: No…. I volunteered.
"What….. that's going to be your biggest regret little boy. This will be akin to a living hell for you. Many have come and gone…. And many have lost their minds.
The man turned and he had a thick black beard and long black hair. "My name is Vlad... I was born in the Gladiator Pits. They separated me from my mother as soon as they could and sent me over here. I don't even remember how she looked…. But I won't ever forget the sound of her voice…. But that's enough for me. We might be cellmates for a while. So tell me about yourself…. Or do you need time after surviving your first fight…. We all had to go through that. We know exactly how you felt. The adrenaline rushing through you…. Your heart pounding and the hesitation before realizing it's do or die….. We all share that moment in our lives."
Broly didn't respond for a little while. He eventually sat up on the bench and faced towards the man. "My name is Broly...