[ WP ] `` You have lost THE Game ''

I crouched over him, blood-coated blade in one hand and his neck in the other. This needed to end. It was the one way I could survive, the only way I could get home. Damn this Government! Damn this stupid game! Why did it have to happen? A thousand thoughts rushed through my heads in a split second. No way! I could n't do this! I've never killed a man in my life. 
 
 I hesitated and it was noticeable. He saw weakness in my eyes! No! But the footsteps behind me caught my attention. I twisted my head toward the strange sound, lowering the knife on the ground. One quick kick to the crotch and I'm down on the floor protecting my jewels from further damage. As I look up I see a 6ft 3'' woman looking down upon me with a disturbing smirk on her face. Oh no, it ca n't be happening. I should've murdered that prick and ran for it! Please! No! 
 
 She grabbed my hair by its roots and pulled me up. The pain was so unbearable I screamed to be heard from miles. She looked me dead in the eyes and muttered those words I hoped never to hear, `` You have lost the game''. Followed swiftly by those haunting words was a new addition to my torso: steel. 
 
 As I lay here, dying, I watch the pair run off into the forest up ahead. In those final moments a phrase uttered in my head for what seemed like a thousand years, `` May the odds be ever in your favour''.
