Snippet #1108979

Charlotte had ripped apart three skeletons and another wolf by this point. There were bones lying all around her, and she smiled to herself. But she was exhausted. Her wound bled more rapidly everytime she jumped, because it was stretching the long gash along her stomache. She walked to the edge of the arena, where, in the stands above her, people were shouting and yelling her to "Get out there and fight!" Someone even threw popcorn at her. But personally, Charlotte found herself very comfortable leaning against the wall.

Though she was panting and relaxing, Charlotte was also watching and waiting, listening to screams and growls. The wolves seemed to be growing less bold in attacking, while zombies and skeletons increased in number. Where were they coming from, holding sharp blades and ready for battle?

Something was wrong. She could smell it in the hot, bloody air. These other human fighters- she'd seem them before. They were all students walking the halls at Atari High. She didn't bother to count them, but she knew there were at least three. There was a girl watching...Charlotte followed her gaze- a boy had collapsed to his knees, arms holding his chest. He looked pained, but she couldn't see any blood or even a scratch on him. She also noticed that slowly, slowly, the zombies were disappearing under the earth of the Colliseum.

An assumption was made in Charlotte's mind- This highschool boy is making the dead come back up. But you know what the always say about assuming: It makes an ass out of you and me. (( ass u me ))

The shifter girl thought about going to help him- actually, go see what's wrong, then help him by putting him out of his misery. (( XD )) She thought these human thoughts and the consequence was...

Charlotte was human again- fully.