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My life as a gladiator
Topic Started: Jun 13 2012, 06:22 PM (467 Views)
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My Life as a Gladiator

Chapter 1

Wincing with pain, I crawled on the floor, reaching for my sword. The cheering of the crowd grew louder and louder, my ears about to explode. Just as I grasped my sword, my opponent stabbed me in the back. I cried out in agony. I looked up at is bloodshot, angry eyes, that I used to remember as soft, gentle shy ones.

"Mercy," I begged. "Please." The words barely escaped my throght. I felt dehydrated, yet my eyes were swelling with tears.I felt if my throught would burst into flames. "How could you do this, turn on your friend like this." He lowered his sword, his eyes glowing with realazaton. The pointed his sword twords him. I was crying a river now. "No..."

3 months earlier:

I was living on the streets, a homeless orphan. I had no money, food or shelter. My home was a peice of wood supported with branches. It was pure poverty. My life was wonderful before the fire.

The fire. I sob whenever I think about it, if I can bear to. It was the last memory of my family. My mother, father, and 3 brothers. I was the only girl, yet my parents were so proud. They let me have education. i was a 18, and had finished scool. I was learning to become a doctor. I saved so many people with my medical skills. Yet, I couldn't save the lives of my family.

We were around the fire place, my family and I. All of us. Even whiskers, my beloved cat. My 14 year old brother, Jared, was full of himself, as always. He said he could tend the fire himself. He said he didn't even need to get up. Before I could stop him, he threw a piece of wood into the flames. It bursted with life. Dancing, it circled the room, closing us in. Screams were everyhere. My mother said "Jeanavive, you are strong. Live your life without us."

"Mother, no. I can't. But... I... I... I'll go get help!" I dashed out of the house, looking back to see my father running, looking for our rainwater bucket. I soon could not see them. I ran and ran, and didn't stop. I couldn't. "Help!" I screamed along the way. "My house is on fire!" People were carrying buckets of water, slowly walking to my house. They won't reach it in time, I knew it. I grabbed two buckets full of water franticly. My heart was pounding. I had to save my family. My mucslels were sore, my feet blistered, yet I did not stop. Until I reached my house, or what was left of it.
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ummm, Ditzy Dani?
I like it
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I sank to my knees, silently. my vision clouded with tears. Everythinbg I worked for, burned to ashes. But most importantly, my family was gone. I heard a faint meow in the back of my head. I saw my mother's warm, smiling, passionate face, and my father's full with pride. I remember the times I fought with my brothers. Now, they were all gone forever.

No, here I am, huddled in my makeshift home, a thunderstorm raging on. My tattered clothes were soaked, as I was chilled to the bone. I as starving, desparate. If I didn't eat, I would die. I can't, I tought but it must be the only way. I'm fast, no one can catch me. I dashed acrosse the street, and ducked into the bakery. Empty. My stomach growled. The aroma of baking bread teased me, dancing around my nose, my mouth watering. It was right there n the counter, no one was looking. I snatched it and took off.

Chaper 2

"Thief!" I heard the cry as I dashed out of the bakery. People streamed out of their homes. In this part of the city, theives were not a common crime. Everyone was racing after me. I ran, past my "home" and down the streets. The crowd after me grew louder, as if they were approaching. I turned back, but I was acctually out running them. I turned ahead again, only to see a mob coming at me from the other drection.



I'll write more soon, I just had times to do this.
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ummm, Ditzy Dani?
Can I be in it? Two girls, Andy and Andi. Both orphans. They have a lot of squabbles. This is a pic of one of them:
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I just wanna be in it, don't care bout wat they do. ;)
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sure! I've been thinking of other characters I needed to put in.... I'll definatly add them.
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Love the story so far.
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Fool. I am Knightmare the everlasting.
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Crap. I had no where to go, nothing I could do. I would be turned in and killed, I knew it. I had disgraced my family. I let them die and had me live, for what? To never forgive myself for not coming back in time, quitting my job? Living on the streets in poverty? Stealing and then having to.....

A pinch on my hands broke my thoughts. I was on my knees, hands pinned behing my back by a police officer. "You're under arrest, miss. Try to escape and you'll have a worse punisment."

A worse punishment? Nothing as worse than death. It would actually put an end to my misery. I took off. The officer let me go. He acctually had a smirk on his face, like I was entertaining him. But what is entertainment? There's nothing to do here in Rome, exept...

Shit. I wasn't going to die in the first place. Now, I will be forced to become a gladiator.

Chapter 3

Sitting here in my cell in the town hall, this is not what I thought my life would turn out to be. Alone, all day. Waiting for my punishment which I had known all along. I heard my heavy jail cell squeak open. The words I knew I would hear:

"Your punishment has been decided. A gladiator. Fun, eh?" I ignored him. "Follow me, the training center is just around the block. But lets make sure you don't run away again. Wouldn't want to lose our soon to be best gladiator, would we?" He attatched a long metal chain with a loop at the end. He put it on my wrists and gave it a tug. I winced. It was almost like a choke chain they put on dogs.

"Try to escape again, your hands will lose cir...."

I cut him off. "I was a freakin doctor before I lost my parents, okay? I think I know what will happen." That shut him up. I walked in silence, following his lead, while my guard came and held the chain trailing behind me.

I wondered when the long walk would end. My bare feet scraped against the rocky road, making them blister and bleed. It was probably only 5 minutes, but it felt like 5 days, until I finally looked up, to see the dreadul training school.
Chapter 4

Once again, I'm in a cell. I've acctually grown to like them. Peaceful, quiet , but that's it. I get lost in my thougts every now and then, but then again, only every now and then. I wish I had died with my family. Had they got the better end of the deal? They could live peacefully in heaven forever, while now i am in a living hell. If I die, I'll just continue my misery in the literal hell.

Everyday as the same. Wake (If I could sleep) , eat cold, nasty oatmeal, hit a wood pole with a fake sword, eat cold sandwiches, train again, eat what ever's left in the kitchen, sleep, repeat. I knew no one. All I knew was that some people were slaves, others were criminals (like me), yet others volenteered. The volenteers were the only enthusiastic ones,

You would think they were mentally insane. They weren't. They trained forever, and when they were able to volenteer, they took the first chance they could get. They thought they were all that because they were buff and lean. They would kiss their muscles with pride. Those idiots. I hoped (wait, I knew ) they would die in their first battle, the first time they entered the collosuem, at least from a gladiator's point of view.
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Wow Panda, you're an amazing author, personally I think you are the best writer here. The book, it's just amazing.
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ummm, Ditzy Dani?
Can Andi and Andy be trying to escape and they open her door to let her out?
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Vitamin: Thanks.

Chichi: sure, i was about to introduce them, i just am waiting for the perfect moment to pop into my head, and ill think about it, and i just got a great idea what happens after they try to escape!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I would be writing more right now, but I have 2 projects due on tuesday for school, and they count ALOT twords my final grade. I don't have any more HW tho, thank god, so i can work on it afterschool. School ends thursday, and I starty camp 1 week after, so during those 7 days I can work on it a lot.
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Chapter 5

I spent 1 month, alone. I didn’t know anyone. But now, that has changed.

Once again, I was alone, locked in my ordinary routine. I slashed the giant wooden pole. I closed my eyes. I Imagined the pole as my fears, the sword my memories, my hands my anger. I slashed and slashed. My anger was powerful. Everything in my life was gone, except my anger. Yet it was growing weaker. My memories flooded my head. School, collage, training to be a doctor, the fire. My anger and my memories flooded my fears. My hands grew weaker, the pole split. My anger and fear were gone. I was no longer afraid. I only had my memories to hold onto. But I gained one more thing that day, friendship.

I solemnly walked away from my fears. I heard a quiet sobbing. Two, quiet sobs. They harmonized, were beautiful. I let my ears guide me towards the sound. I rounded the corner, to see two identical girls leaning on each other’s shoulders.

“Um….. Hello?” I whispered, cautiously. No answer. I tried again, a bit louder. The two girls looked up at me. I looked into their deep, hazel eyes. My heart sank; I saw an empty, dark life. Fights, abuse, torture.



Again I didn't write much, I'll add more later.
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Pretty good!
It does express emotion, but it would be kind of cool if it went more in detail about Rome.
I love Pokemon, I can be a little obsessive so please try to be patient, but I also love fantasy and history.
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More!
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Jirach: Thanks! I did realize that i'm sopposed to be writing about stuff thousands of years ago, It's kinda easy to forget. Ill definatly add a LOT of deatail about the colloseum.

pimp: I totally forgot about this. I just wrote this, and ill be working a lot more in the next few weeks


I felt like I just wanted to walk away, but I felt like I should do something. I mean, these people might have also lost their parents. They can help me. Maybe I wouldn’t suffer as much, and neither would them.

But I know what happens to most people who become friends and ally in training school. The people who set up our matches, determine our fate, swear that this is coincidental. But we all know it’s just for pure entertainment. They make allies fight to the death, literally backstabbing each other. I lost my family, how can I bear to kill a friend, or even 2 of them? I have no other choice.

“Um… hi. I’m… Je…..Jea….. Jeanavive.” My previous thoughts coming back to mind, I stumbled through my words, as if I were just learning to talk again. Just then, I guess I could use the phrase modern people do, saved by the bell. The gong signaling lunch rang, sending everyone scurrying towards the cafeteria, trampling each other, pushing, shoving, screaming, nothing unusual. To avoid becoming today’s special; I just went with the crowd.

Chapter 6
Sitting alone at my table, I felt pure guilt. I walked up to them, sure, I did something, but I really knew it was useless. Glancing around, I spotted them at their own
table, whispering hushed thoughts to each other. I stood up and began walking to their table, placing my tray.

Looking up, The girl on the right said “Hi, I’m Andy. And this is my twin sister, Andi!”

“So you’re twins?” She gave an approving nod. “And you’re both Andy?”

“No. I’m Andy with a y, and she’s Andi with and i.” Apparently I looked at her quizzically, so she added, “Our parents were pretty messed up. So, we ran away, and were living off of stolen things, clothes, food, money, you name it. But we got caught.”

I looked down. At least if their parents died, they wouldn’t be so devastated. My appatite suddenly dissapeared from my stomach. I pushed away my food without glancing at it.

“Are you ok?” Andi replied. Her voice was high pitched and squeaky. At least I could tell them apart.

“Um… it’s just that…” I began to choke on my words, holding back tears. “I came here because I lost everything. There was a fire in my house. My whole family was in it. My mother, father, and all my brothers. I went to get help and when I came back, everything was gone. I was so heartbroken. My fights with my brothers I could now never take back. I disappointed my family. I lived on the streets, and bought food with spare change on the ground. I was caught stealing bread and got in more trouble when I tried to escape.”

There was silence between us three. Andi finally broke this silence. “I’m… Jeanavive, I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry Andi here had to bring up our parents.”

“Wow. I always take the blame. You should for once.”

“No! It’s not my fault you’re such an idiot!”

“Guys!” I couldn’t take it anymore. “I just mentioned how I could never take back anything I said to my brothers because they were dead! Now you guys are fight this fight that! Really?”

“Hey! Andi and I aren’t the only ones who fight! Look! You see Jake and Jillian over there? They fight all the time too! Hey Jake! Jake! JAKE!!!”

“Great,” I murmured under my breath. “More fighting twins.”

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Wow haven't wrote in a while, here's more, more to come!!!
Chapter 7

Turns out Jake and Jillian were extremely nice! Even though they fought, like Andi and Andy. The 5 of us would soon become best friends. We had almost nothing in common, except for them being siblings and most of us being girls (excluding Jake), and 1 other thing. The trainers test us for our weaknesses. Ours: we crack under pressure.

Which is why we almost went insane. Some people might call it ‘cabin fever’, even though we had a very large training center, one of the biggest in Rome. We became sick of it. Training non-stop. The horrible diet. Watching some of our closest friends go off to battle, to never return. More starving, criminal, sometimes insane initiates coming in every day. The bragging of the victors. And most of all; not knowing when we will be sent off to battle, not knowing who we would face, possibly our best friends? Or all of them? Or if we will win, and live with the horror of it, or will we die, putting an end to our life?

We couldn’t bear it, any of the stuff we were facing, or the thoughts looming overhead. So one night, we decided to escape. We spent every day at lunch for a month planning it. Who would be the leader? Me. Who would open the gates? Andy and Andi. Who would keep a lookout? Jake and Jillian. Our codes? All clear: Chirp! There’s a guard: Gobble! Run: Bakawk! Just to name a few.

So that night, we finally escaped. I stared at my cell window, looking at the gates, wondering about our plan. Would it work, or would we fail? If we failed, what would it cost us? Our lives?

Jake came over to my cell and unlocked it, as Jillian did the same to Andi and Andy’s. We snuck out, into the field. We slithered on the ground, in the all grass, perfect for concealing us, and I ordered Jake and Jillian to take their position. We heard a rustling ahead, and froze. It grew closer and closer. Suddenly Andi was gone.

“Chirp!” I heard. I sighed with relief, as I realized Andi had just checked to see if there were guards. We continued over to the gate. Andy pulled out the key and slowly unlocked the gate.

“Chirp!” I began to go through, and Andi and Andy had followed. Now we just waited for Jake and Jillian. Suddenly, Jillian shot up.

“Gobble gobble, bakawk!” She squeaked. We turned around, only to face 5 guards. One swung his club at me, and the lights went dark.

Chapter 8

I woke up, in a place I had not seen before. It was a plain room, with only a table, chair, and door. I tried to move, but my hand and feet were bound
together to the chair. A man walked in the door, with a click behind it.

“Ah, what do we have here? Another young initiate trying to escape, such a shame if you had done so, you’re one of our best gladiators!” I refused to respond. “Hmm, I guess you’re the silent type. Let’s go through your records, shall we?” He took out a pile of papers. My eyes widened. How much stuff do they monitor?

“Hmm, well educated, bright student, wanting to be a doctor, amazing. Why did you come here?” He questioned. I pointed to my family and criminal records paper. “Ah, deceased family, and burglary. Well, I guess you did well, a whole 3 months on your own, such a shame you had to come here. However, you are one of our best initiates as I said. So fit, and full of muscle.” I looked down, at my bony, scrawny figure. He was just flattering me to get me to like him.

“Well, it’s a good thing you are. ‘Cuz guess what we do with initiated like you? We throw them in the arena. All you have to do is kill all 4 of your little friends and you live, and have fame and glory. What do you say to that?” He said, with a grin n his face.

“I would sooner die.” I snarled, in a deep, snappy voice.

“Well, you’ll have plenty of time for that in the arena! Shall we get you fitted for your costume?”
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