BloodsportJackSFootball1

From Create Your Own Story

You have no choice but to do as she commands, as you are no longer in control. Despite being unable to actually do anything, you spend the entire walk to the football field mentally resisting your possession. This of course fails, only increasing your level of panic. Outwardly it doesn't show. She controls even your breathing. The feeling of someone other than you pushing air through your lungs is extremely unsettling at best.

Before long, you arrive at the grassy field. Once there, the woman in white relinquishes control. You fall on your knees, coughing. Your heart and lungs protest against the abuse inflicted by that crazy woman.

Said crazy woman then vanishes.

A redheaded boy just in front of you, named John, snaps around. His face is contorted in terror.

"Did Erin...summon her?"

You tell him, "I'm sure of it. She was chanting. Miss Grey disappeared. Then that woman kills her when she tries to reverse her spell. You saw."

John braces himself, and shiveres. "I thought you were lying." He laughs bitterly. "I thought I heard you shout something incriminating-sounding before Miss Grey went poof, but there isn't any mistaking what just happened."

Given what you've just seen, you shrug. The woman clearly has some kind of magic. Only an idiot would deny it.

You and John jump when a loudspeaker interrupts your thoughts.

"I've been studying your country's bloody history. So many wars in such a short existence. I find it fascinating. "

For a brief moment, all the students begin talking at once.

"SILENCE!"

Definitely not an office worker.

"I particularly like the ones you call World Wars." She pauses.

The next statement and the giddiness in her tone leaves you floored.

"You are going to reenact them for me, children."

You shout back at the disembodied voice, "Are you nuts?"

However, the grass underneath your feet shifts, and you are plunged downward towards the earth. Through it, about six feet down.

In your hands is a rifle.

Peek over the top of the ditch

Stay put and process what just happened.

Bloodsport.
I Am:	Jack S.	I'm In: The Trenches.
I Feel:	Fine.
Kills:	N/A.