continued from prologue
Makkot and violee darted forward. The mass multitudes of bodies running into them. Violee held makkot's hand as he pulled him forward and they leaped up, dodging a body sliding underneath them.
People shouted, voices- piercing, loud, hollow, fathomless, echoed throughout the place. A large creature with wings, resembling a tiger of some sort, dived and was headed straight for their heads, they ducked, a savage reaction and it almost titled them off the path.
Makkot felt woozy, he hadn't recovered from the thud!, he had earlier experienced and now was another experience that would jolt any rest from him. He still felt bad for devon, perhaps, he thought, he was the reason for devon's downfall.
A slap in the face suddenly brought his mind back. It was from a hefty man facing him.
" Get outta here!", raved the hefty man. "Jump, get outta here, damn!, get dah' hell outta here".
Makkot couldn't control his hands - bulgy little things ( an understatement) as it crammed into the whacked face in front of him. The hefty man couldn't help but fall, a really languor expression, the punch had seemed to take his stance out of him.
Violee looked at makkot. " Nice punch, I'm quite impressed".
Makkot's face was indifferent, he continued running forward. The other end seemed so near. It felt like a stone throw away. Something that he could grab with his hands and pull it near him.
It was still kinda far though.
Makkot looked downwards, he saw, to the the disdain of his brain, how far away land was from where he was. Suddenly, the man's voice rang out from nowhere:
" Such thrilling action, our viewers are impressed, I mean see the ratings for your self. A complete five star stuff. Really good. Keep up the good work MOCKERERS!", with that, he geared a laugh that buzzed through the atmosphere it got on makkot's nerve.
Bugs, tiny greenish insects began to flood from the sky. Coming down towards the MOCKERERS.
Violee pointed to the skies. " Watch out for bugs!", she shouted to makkot, their hands clutched together.
" Bugs!, c'mon!, what's that for!", raved makkot gazing peevishly at the sky.
" Keep running, we've got to avoid them, with a bite from them, you'll fall asleep and that means falling off this thin earth!", said violee with emergency in her voice.
Makkot stared at her, bewildering angered to the Peak. Violee increased her pace and it jerked makkot too, following her. They struggled through the bodies, through different odours. It apparently seemed that everyone was trying to avoid the bugs. Some females even had to shout, and some males, shocked and frozen to the spot, were shoved out of the way.
Two bugs buzzed towards makkot and the shock of not wanting them around him made him to stumble upon a foot and fall. Violee paused, her face angered with pity and help.
" C'mon makkot", she said. " You don't want to end up like devon".
A passing mockerer trampled upon the chest of makkot and the pain made him move sideways. That move took him off the path …
… he quickly held on to the edges. Violee looked up ahead, they were many fat and broad chested ( both male and female) coming up ahead now.
" Get up!", she said to makkot. " Get up!".
Makkot couldn't move, he couldn't swing himself up and so he just held on to the edges. Trying to haul himself up. The mass multitude of people coming up ahead were nearer now. Violee had to gasp.
" Go on, go without me", screamed makkot.
" Buh- buh - we're a team", said violee, her face ladened with sympathy.
" We'll both lose and then die if you remain here, get the heck outta here, thanks for your help while it endured. You really showed me that-".
Violee waved her right hand. " Alright, cut out the tragic speech. I'm expecting you at the other side".
With that she ran off. Makkot watched her go, her cute little butts twitching as she ran. He couldn't help but laugh - a little expression near a chuckle. He couldn't remember the last time he felt attracted to the opposite gender or even anyone.
AGES!
And now here he was, crushing a princess warrior player who is more brave than he is.
He looked at the mockerers coming from right hand side, he smiled. Maybe it was over.
Maybe, just maybe he had lost. He tried to sigh but the expression wouldn't let him. Why let him?, sigh would be like ' NAh, other people ought to be sighing for you and not you for yourself'.
It felt correct, it seemed like it was the best answer. He giggled ( not one of those girlish stuffs but a manly, husky giggle). He was holding the edges of the thin earth with both hands, he removed the left and used it to wipe his brow.
The people dashed forward and when he looked, violee was already lost in between them.
BAM!, BAM!, BAM! … BAM! …
… the boots of the people. It teared through his drum beats. His ear throbbed. He finally had the nerve to try and swing himself upwards, but his body felt numb - limp was the word. He tried and tried, but the action was too much of an execution to take.
" Damnit!, damnit!, damn it!", he shouted.
" Devon' ll be glad to see me though".
The voices roared above him, the trampling of feets.
" I hate this game!", a voice shouted.
" To hell with it, it's a damn death game!", another screamed in a soprano.
Makkot couldn't help but smile. The bugs buzzed around him.
" Shoo!, shoo!", he chased them away. They flew back, but they were stubborn alright, soon, they were coming back.
He felt a big boot - enormous, stamp on his right hand. Another on his left, the action became a repeated action. Makkot couldn't bear the pain any longer. It was t
hen he let go and then he knew it was over.