I was only somewhat prepared when the screams started in the fighter's area. The sun was setting, and this was when the fights typically began. But what was unusual was the fact that I couldn't hear the roar of the crowd over top of the screams.
Still holding the newcomer's hand, I listened closely. Rip was out there with all of the screaming, and I needed to know that it was him causing the sound.
But the more I listened, the more I realized that these weren't the typical sounds that I had heard every night, for god only knew how long.
No, these screams were of… terror…
I started to shake as I looked around for Rip. I knew without a shadow of a doubt that if something had happened in the camp, he would be beside me as soon as he could. And the fact that he wasn't was sending me into a tailspin.
Was this going to happen all over again? I warned someone that something was off, and they left me anyway?
Was he going to die just like the others?
