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Chapter 10 - The Race of Redemption

The hall was filled with a tense silence as the failed pairs gathered once again, 20 pairs now staring at the screen, waiting for the next announcement. The official in a crisp black suit stepped forward, his expression unreadable. He waited until the murmurs and whispers faded away, then cleared his throat.

"Welcome, contestants," he said. "Today is your last chance to stay in this game. Some of you will continue, but for five pairs, this will be the end. You will be sent to prison immediately if you don't pass this test."

A nervous shiver went through the room. For some, this was a second chance; for others, it was a last hope.

"Your task," he continued, "is simple but challenging. This is a three-legged race. Your partner's leg will be tied to yours, and you must navigate a 200-meter obstacle track filled with mud pits, webs, and rough terrain. But there's an added twist: music will be playing as you race, and whenever the music stops, so must you. Any movement after the music stops will trigger a paintball shot, and if you're hit, you're eliminated. The first 15 pairs to cross the finish line will survive and receive 50 points each."

He looked at the contestants, who were now more anxious than ever. "For the last five pairs who don't make it… well, you know the consequences."

The contestants glanced at each other, fear and determination etched on their faces. The stakes couldn't be higher. A guard came forward, securing each pair's legs together with a thick rope, ensuring that any misstep would be hard to avoid.

As the pairs lined up at the starting line, the official raised his hand. "Remember, when the music stops—stop immediately. Your lives depend on it. Begin!"

An upbeat tune blared over the speakers, giving a surreal edge to the already tense atmosphere. The pairs took off, some struggling more than others to synchronize their steps, sinking immediately into the first section of thick mud.

Each step was a battle; the mud pulled at their legs, weighing them down. A few pairs fell, their clothes splattered with thick, sticky mud as they desperately tried to stand and keep going. In the middle of the track, a section of thin webbing lay stretched out, tangling around their ankles and adding even more difficulty to the race.

The song played on, the rhythm encouraging movement but also keeping everyone on edge, bracing for that one dreaded moment when it would stop.

Then, suddenly, silence. Every contestant froze in place, breaths held as they wobbled and steadied themselves. For a tense few seconds, there was no movement—until one unfortunate pair stumbled, one foot edging forward. A sharp *thwack* rang out as red paint splattered across them, marking them for elimination.

Guards stepped forward, pulling the unlucky pair from the track. The others swallowed hard, understanding the seriousness of the challenge.

The music resumed, and the remaining pairs continued to battle their way through the muddy, unforgiving path. The pairs who had fallen behind struggled, pushing with every bit of energy to catch up. Some were caked in mud, others had torn clothes, but they all had one goal: the finish line.

As they reached the final stretch, the music stopped again. Another silence fell over the track, with everyone freezing. This time, two pairs were too slow to stop in time. Red paint marked their defeat, and they, too, were led off the field.

Now only seventeen pairs remained, and they could see the finish line in the distance. Exhausted but driven, they surged forward, the music fueling their final burst of energy.

One by one, pairs crossed the finish line, collapsing in relief and exhaustion. The final three pairs struggled, trying to gain the last bit of ground before the music halted again. But when it did, only one of the remaining pairs had successfully frozen in place. The other two pair stumbled, receiving a final splatter of red paint.

The official returned, a hint of satisfaction in his voice. "Congratulations to the 15 pairs who successfully completed the race. You have earned 50 points each and may remain in the competition. The five pairs marked in red have been eliminated."

The five eliminated pairs stood in shocked silence, tears and disbelief visible on their faces as they were led away. For those who remained, relief was mixed with the haunting reality that they had only narrowly avoided the same fate. The race had been brutal, but for now, they were safe.

The announcement came over the speakers: "The remaining pairs may return to their quarters and rest. You've earned it."