Reese P.o.v
    I was currently being ushered through a door, that lead to a place beyond my knowledge. When I emerged onto a dirt floor stained with blood, to say the least I was surprised. Hearing the jeering crowds that surrounded me, I gathered that I was in the Colosseum. The worst part? I was one of the fighters. Great. Absolutely great. Just when I thought it couldn't get any better, it did. By that I mean, I saw my opponent. Of course, it was Julian Elms. He looked totally unprepared in the sea of people that surrounded him. I didn't want to harm him, but it wasn't my choice to make. It was my job to get it done. For some reasons I may never quite understand, I felt if I just did what I was supposed to, and maybe just focus on not actually harming him, he would remain fine. So, giving my audience what they were expecting, I attacked Julian. I drew my daggers and ran towards him, intending to do my worst. He did what he could to defend himself with his sword, but in the long run it did not help. No matter how hard he tried, I managed to counter his attacks. I didn't seem to be affected at all by his attacks, but he certainly was by mine. No matter how much I injured him, I knew if I thought about it not actually hurting him, he would be fine. I managed to get behind him and pull him by his shoulders to the ground. He was on top of me, which played out well. I got one of my daggers gripped in firm in my hand, and mentally prepared for what was to come. The fact that he resisted didn't help advance the process at all, but I still managed to make my move. I brought up my dagger and pressed it against his throat.

"Don't move." I told him.

    But, he didn't seem to hear me and kept on struggling to break loose from my grip. So, I just did what I had planned. I slit his throat. I knew it had worked when he stopped thrashing. His body lay still on top of me, and I squirmed my way out from underneath him. His pulse was no longer there, but I knew he wasn't dead. Shocking me out of my thoughts, I heard the cheering around me once more. Soon, two more people in armor were on the dirt floor in which I stood. They were Fé and Alec. Fé looked furious, and Alec appeared to be backing her. Then, I realized why they were mad. I glanced at the body of Julian, which had blood spilling from his neck. They think he's dead. Yeah, it appeared he was dead but he wasn't. I wasn't a monster, who went around killing their friends for other people's interests. But, that was how it appeared. I tried to explain myself, but instead Fé began to charge at me. That made me mad. I felt a friction build in the air, when a bolt of lightning shot down and struck Fé. I hadn't meant for that to happen, but at the same time I wasn't really sorry. It didn't affect her much, but then Alec advanced. He brandished a sword, and was ready to deafened his friend. By my hand, the arena was then enveloped in pure darkness. It worked to my advantage, as I could see through it. Fé seemed unfazed by it though. It almost appeared she was glowing with either pure anger or light. A orange orb glowed in her hands, and I was soon engulfed in flames. Just as the lightning didn't seem to have hurt her much, the fire didn't hurt me as much as it should have. Where it came from, I have no idea, but without missing a beat, the fire was soon replaced with water that I had accidentally summoned. By the time I got the water thing under control, Alec was within striking distance with his sword. I ran towards him and tackled him, somehow not impaling myself with his sword. My daggers were sheathed, so they weren't within easy reach. So, in change I pulled out my wire. I had kicked his sword away from him, and quickly slit his throat as well. Just as I had sensed with Julian, Alec was not dead, he just looked dead. Fé was now running towards me, two swords at hand. It was kinda a fair fight, with two daggers against two swords, but she had the advantage of not have to get as close to me to strike. I then drew my daggers, and prepared for her attack. She was about three yards away now, so I made a decision; I threw one dagger, it stabbing Fé in the thigh. I grimaced upon seeing her fall to the ground in pain, hearing her blood curtailing scream. Not being able to stand myself any longer, I ran over to her. She had pulled the dagger out by the time I had reached her, clutching it angrily. She tried to stab me when I got there, but I grabbed her wrist.

"I'm sorry," I told her, which didn't seem to help her mood.

    I then took then my other dagger and slit her throat as I had done with the other two. The crowd cheered, and I was declared victor. I was incredibly mad about being the winner from what I had had to do.