Final Shot
A desperate teen climbed the electric fence.
His hands touched the wire—
BZZZZT!!
He screamed, shaking violently, then dropped dead, smoke rising.
All the teens backed into the gate, trapped like animals.
The thugs kept approaching…
The thugs closed in like a pack of starving wolves. One teen snapped, pulling out his machete and screaming,
"BACK THE FUCK OFF!!! I'M WARNING YOU!!!"
Another yelled desperately,
"PLEASE! WE DON'T WANT TO FIGHT YOU! HARMAN TRICKED US!"
A thug drove a blade into a teen's ribs, dropping him instantly. Blood sprayed. One of the thugs chuckled, wiping his knife on his pants.
"This is gonna be a piece of cake…"
Fear spread among the teens until one voice cut through the panic:
"LISTEN! They're going to kill us no matter what we say! They can't let us go. We're witnesses. If we don't kill them first, we die. I'm not dying on my knees!"
Another shouted,
"YEAH! Being innocent won't save us!"
Another:
"Don't hold back!"
And then a final roar:
"DON'T THINK — JUST SLAUGHTER!!!"
The teens charged with their machetes, screaming as survival instinct swallowed fear.
Gorth's Perspective
Gorth's mind spiraled as he ran.
If I die… Berry will be alone… But I don't want to die either. These bastards don't see humans… They see meat. If I act human, I die. If I act monster, I live. Don't think. Don't fear.
A thug lunged, trying to stab his stomach. Gorth dodged — barely. He saw an opening, lifted his blade, froze…
The hesitation cost him.
A fist slammed into his chest, leaving a deep cut.
He missed… He was supposed to stab me… I should be dead right now.
He turned and saw another teen coughing blood, a thug laughing as he pushed the dying kid aside.
They're laughing… laughing while people die… No. No more. If we die here, Harman wins. This was his plan. They're working together. That sick motherfucker…
Another blade came for Gorth's throat. He ducked, sliced upward — the thug's arm flew off.
Gorth stared at the blood spraying.
This sword… it's insanely sharp.
Confidence surged. He swung once more and took the thug's head clean off, then charged at another.
Ellion Awakens
Ellion knelt, gripping his machete like it might be his only lifeline. Around him, chaos reigned—teens and thugs collided in a storm of blood, screams, and metal. He froze. He couldn't move. His heart pounded.
A black-haired teen with piercing blue eyes grabbed his arm. "Hey! Snap out of it. You need to fight!"
Ellion shook his head, voice trembling. "I… I've never killed anyone before. I've fought, sure… but this—this isn't normal. Everyone here is just… flowing with it."
"Doesn't matter," the teen barked. "Hold on to your life. Just kill or die. I saw a kid hesitate—he's dead. Don't be that kid."
Ellion swallowed hard. He's right. What the hell is Harman doing bringing us here?
"I… I think I can do this," Ellion whispered.
"Good. I'll watch your back. Let's move."
They charged. Ellion's fear gave way to instinct. Each swing, each parry, became sharper, faster. Draven watched him—impressed. Good, he learns quick. He's going to survive this if he sticks with me.
Ellion glanced at Draven mid-fight. "You're… faster and stronger than me."
Draven gritted his teeth. "Yeah, but I run out of stamina fast. I'll need you covering me soon."
Headen and Jerl
In a nearby hallway, two other teens moved with lethal precision. Ellion didn't know them, but their presence caught his attention.
"We need to hit that building. The boss is our target," one teen said sharply.
The other responded, smirking, "Who are you? And why me?"
"I fight first, ask questions later. Let's go."
They moved as one. Everyone's working together… I can't survive alone. Ellion and I stick together, Draven thought. Maybe if they reach the boss first, there's hope for us.
The Rescue of Miora
Suddenly, a limping figure appeared—Miora. He was trying to distance himself from a thug, who wasn't letting up.
"Woah! What are you doing?" Draven yelled.
"Need help?" Ellion called.
"Wait for it… he's coming," Miora said.
And then, like a flash, Gorth lunged past them, sticking the thug in his path. Ellion stared, wide-eyed. "Whoa… he's fast."
Miora and Draven merely exchanged unimpressed glances.
Gorth landed beside them. "Looks like we're teaming up… uh, nice to meet you?"
"Nice strike," Miora said, nodding.
"Why'd you let me do it? I should've been the distraction. You're faster and stronger than me," Gorth admitted.
Draven pointed to the group. "Since we're teammates now—I'm Draven. You?"
They introduced themselves, solidifying the team.
Then, out of nowhere, a massive thug snatched Miora and hurled him into a building.
"MIORA—NOOO!" Gorth shouted.
They fought through a barrier of thugs, finally reaching the building. Miora was gone. His body was gone; only the corpse of the thug remained.
Draven's eyes widened. "He… killed him alone? That's insane. Where is he now?"
Gorth shook his head. "Miora is strong—maybe the strongest—but he wasn't alone. Look at the strikes, the stabs. Someone fought alongside him. He's ruthless… or he's angry."
Ellion frowned. "How can you tell?"
Gorth pointed to the battle marks. "Miora doesn't kill like this. Stab, then finish clean—not torture. These other marks… that's someone else's work. He's not just strong—he's lethal and methodical.The person is Just Selv Momel another teen"
Ellion's grip tightened. "We need to find him. Now."
They all nodded. Mission clear.
Selv and Rudson
Miora dashed alongside someone else—Selv Momel. His voice calm, controlled, perfect for assessing threats.
"Sorry, we need to reach him fast. He told me to find someone to help, and I found you. Can't wait for the others; he might be dead by now. No stopping."
Miora's mind raced. I have to get to Gorth and the others… but Selv needs my help. He came to me first. I can't ignore him.
They found a teen trapped in a corner—Rudson. He smirked. "Thought I was dead. Took you long enough."
"Was preoccupied," Selv replied, "Besides, this was your idea."
They clashed with the thugs as a new wave of chaos surged around them.
Gorth and Shane
Gorth, breathing hard, ducked behind cover. Got snatched just like Miora… I hope Ellion and Draven are surviving.
Draven and Ellion fought side by side, but the tide turned. Thugs grabbed Draven and dragged him away. Ellion lunged to rescue him, but there were too many.
A shadow moved—a teen tried to help Ellion but was immediately killed.
I can't fight all of them… I'm going to die, Ellion thought.
Then a roar: Johman appeared. "I'll hold them off! Run!"
Ellion shook his head. "I can't let you fight alone!"
"Fine. Together," Johman said.
Meanwhile, Gorth faced two thugs. He noticed a teen rushing toward the fallen girl—Shane Movelent.
"Hay, I'm teaming up with you," Shane said.
"Good. Thanks," Gorth replied.
"Don't thank me. Turned my back once, she died. We stick together. No mistakes," Shane growled.
They charged in perfect sync, taking down the thugs.
Leah Drens
In another corridor, Draven wiped blood from his machete. Three thugs lay dead.
"Damn… thanks. You're strong. If you weren't here, I'd be done for," Draven said.
"There are others?" she asked, tilting her head.
"Yeah. Let's go," Draven agreed.
Her name was Leah Drens.
Everything felt like a war zone. Every hallway, every shadow held danger. Every teen was forced to evolve, to kill, to survive—and nowhere was safe.