BloodsportJackSGymReverse
From Create Your Own Story
"Whatever you did, fix it. Reverse it." You say, in as an authorative a tone as you can muster.
She wails. "But I can't!"
You stare at her, and let her wither under all the hostile stares and a dozen voices.
After several ragged breaths, she whispers, "I'll try."
Sniffling and crying, she brings her hands together, and without warning, her neck is bent at an unnatural angle until it snaps.
Erin screams. You leap back from the dead girl.
Feminine laughter fills the room, echoing.
A strange, lilting voice speaks. "One down, 511 more to go."
The room descends into chaos. Half the students bolt for the door, some scream, others dive into the floor. The laughter grows louder.
In the middle of the gym, a pool of light forms itself into the shape of a woman in white. She smiles, but it is devoid of humanity.
The woman shakes her hair and body vigorously. "I couldn't let your friend banish me, of naturally, I had to act."
In her face, you see a sadistic glee. "After all, you all have a tournament to lose."
The students are silent, trying to understand what is happening.
The woman in white spins 'round, her dress swirling in waves. After a flick of the wrist, you feel yourself pulled toward her. Against your will, your body moves. You aren't the only one; more than two dozen bodies move in synchronization.
"Report to the football field, maggots!"
| Bloodsport. | ||
| I Am: | Jack S. | I'm In:
The Gym. |
| I Feel: | Possessed. | |
| Kills: | N/A. | |
