Board Thread:Writing Workshop/@comment-36621215-20200201015217

=MPW and Henriot5 present to you...=

"Welcome to the games! You will all be escorted into the lunch room to formally introduce each other, and then be brought back to your cabin for the night. Tomorrow we will meet you out back at the field. You will be given your weapon, and you have 5 hours to practice. And after that? Well, good luck to you."

"This Rey guy?" He'd whisper. "I don't like him.".

"I don't either. He's up to some shady shit, that one."

"What's our odds of survival?"

"Apparently from all that I've heard, little to none."

=The along awaited sequel to Games of the Assassin.=

"Bella, drop the gun." He'd calmy ask, reaching his hand out. "NO!" She'd howl, aiming the muzzle at his head.

"BELLA, I SWEAR TO GOD!"

"DON'T MAKE ME SHOOT!"

"BELLA, PUT THE FUCKING GUN DOWN!"

"HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU THIS!?"

=We both know how long you're waiting, And we will not let you down.=

"Fighting it is useless, just give your soul up." He'd step forth.

"WHAT'S IN IT FOR ME!?"

"You won't have to worry about death, because it already happened." He'd chuckle in a satanic tone.

=He swore on his promise that he would avenge those he lost. And he will.=

=Rey.=

=Will.=

=R E T U R N .=

 