The Game I Love the Most. A Fictional Reflection

The other Faction Crouches down in a Running Position as mine Does the Same Waiting Patiently but also with a Hint of Impatience and Anticipation  for the One Word from the Referee to Set Us all Loose Against our Opponents on Each Side of the Arena.

My Friend Nudges me Softly and Nods His Head towards the Round Objects Set in the Middle of the Arena so Near to Us but Yet So Far

"I Heard that you Quick like A Jack Rabbit and Mad as a March Hare.... Prove these Rumors True and make sure to grab as much as you can before our Opponents do."

I make a Grin that Spreads from Ear to Ear and Nod without Saying a Single Word and Suddenly the Word....That most Holiest of Words in this Arena that could ever be Spoken Once and Send all of us to our Fate and Destiny.... GO

Both Factions Sprint from each of their Side of the Arena like a Bullet Fired from a Gun and I loose all Sense of Reality and Embrace the Sensational Feeling of Speed and Madness.

I'm one of the First to get to the Objects in the Middle and I grab two Feeling the Round Hard Texture in my Hands as I Slide Backwards towards my Factions Side of the Arena as others do the Same Either With the Objects in their Hand or Completely Empty Handed.

I Set my eyes on the First of my Targets.... A Third Class Member of the Organization that we all Work For. He has been my Target for all the times I been in the Arena and He has Countered and Avoided my every Attack no Matter how Fast I Attack or Move , or how Random my Tactics and Strategies are in Order to Confuse him and Launch a Surprise Attack. 

"Today...I will get you....Today you will Fall by my Hand and Mine Alone."

Silence Surrounds the Arena and every Player in the Arena eye each other Waiting for the First Twitch and the First Throw before Following Suit.

My Target makes the First move Throwing the Object in his Hand at the Left Side of my Factions part of the Arena....And the Object Collides with one of the Female Members of my Faction who has yet to Claim one of the Round Objects for Her Own.

She gives out a Quick and Surprised Shout and Falls down onto the Floor. A Alarm sounds and a Voice from the Over Head Speakers Speaks from Above like the Voice of God.

"Team A Receives First Casualty. Team B Draws First Blood. 9 Remaining Members are Left on Team A. 10 Members are left on Team A."

DAMN!

I Throw my Object at the Nearest Member of Team B but He Dodges it and Give me  A Mocking Smile that Says oh So Clearly :

"Better Luck Next Time."

Now all Factions are Throwing their Objects at their Opponents Taking out Some or Missing others."

I Dodge and Weave as Enemy Projectiles Aimed at me Fly Through the Air and Nearly Touch my Hair as I Duck. I throw mine and Laugh in Triumph as my Aim Strikes True and an Enemy is Smited upon the Arena Floor.

The Madness of this Battle even if it a Mock Simulation Consumes me and I Gladly Embrace it Drinking it like Sweet Wine. I Begin Laughing and then I cannot Stop as I Rush Throughout my Factions part of the Arena like some Hyena made Humanoid.

Even my Team mates are Startled by my Transformation from Regular Human to almost Psychopathic Creature that Somehow found its way into the Arena  as I Constantly Search for my Target while Dispatching any who get in my way with my Ammuntion.  

The Glory of the Battle Continues and Suddenly I find that both of the Factions are now on the Sideline Except me and my Original Target. 

We are both Weary from the Battle but still Active to be a Threat to Each other. My Target looks at me with Determined and Focused eyes while I look back at him with Wild and Crazed Eyes Giggling and Muttering to Myself and my Opponent Out Loud.

"You're Mine...All Mine and No one will Take this Precious Opportunity away from Me."

I Laugh and Laugh working myself into a Frenzy as I Pace back and Forth watching my Target like a Wolf Watches it Prey

He makes his Move and I make Mine Dodging the Projectile and Running from the Far Edges of the Arena where I Positioned Myself and Allow Myself to Slide Towards my Target and Release the Projectile from the Hand and Watching it Rush through the Air Towards Him.

"This is it....This is FUCKING IT YOU BASTARD! THIS IS THE END GAME! THIS IS WHERE YOU FALL YOU SON OF A BITC...."

My Target takes a Mighty Leap and with Both Hands Catches the Projectile like it was Nothing but a Frisbee.

"NO! NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO! "

My Laughter Dies and I Slump down to my Knees in Defeat and look down upon the Floor.

My Target Releases the Dodge ball from his Hand and it Hits the Arena Floor with a Thud.

The Victory Bell Rings for Team B. 

I Laugh but not in Happiness but Disbelief.