Roy Miller's Story

Roy Miller was sitting on the bleachers next to his school's baseball field, he was no longer a member but all of his friends were on the team, so he usually stayed after school to watch the team practice. Today was different though, instead of practicing the whole team was huddled around a radio awaiting the announcement of who would be entered into the Fate's Games. To be honest Roy was a little annoyed, he thought it was trivial to think about things like getting chosen for the Fate's Games, it's like thinking; 'I hope I don't get struck by lightning today', it's not really something to be all that worried about.

"Are you guys seriously worried about getting your names drawn?" Roy finally asked, a hint of irritation in his voice.

"Aren't you?" One of the boys asked.

"Uh, no."

"You have a higher chance of being picked for the games than you do for winning the lottery." The same boy said.

"Yeah, but you have a higher chance of being struck by lightning seven times in the same day than you do of winning the lottery." Roy retorted. "And I've never been struck by lightning, so I think I'm safe."

"What's with you and lightning anyway, Roy?"

"Nothing really, I think fire's cooler anyway." Roy stated with a grin.

"Are you a pyro?" The other boy asked skeptically.

"Shut up." Roy said and gave the boy a light punch to the shoulder.

"Ouch," The boy said, but he had a smile on his face. He composed himself, looking more serious. "You know you'll have to worry about your sisters too right?"

Roy put on a look of seriousness also, because this boy was right, well partially. Roy's sisters were both thirteen, which means next year they could be picked. "If that were to happen I would-"

"-And Roy Miller..." The radio announced. The two boys were so deep in conversation they hadn't even realized that the announcements started, everyone became quiet when Roy's name was called.

The boy's attention was completely on the radio, after a few moments he turned his head toward the unfortunate boy who was chosen. "Roy..."

Roy's eyes were wider than anyone had ever seen from him. "... I have to go home..." He mumbled. He turned around and began sprinting past the school toward the road. He could hear the baseball team calling his name, but he didn't listen, he just had to get home to his family. As Roy reached the road a van stopped in front of him, the letters 'TFG' were printed on the side. The back doors opened and four men in what seemed like equipment for combat came out with guns that Roy could recognize from games like 'Call of Duty'.

"Get in the van." One of the men said with a deep, raspy, voice.

"Get the hell away from me!" Roy shouted as he proceeded to punch the closest one to him with a left hook.

The man who gave the original command took no time to fire his weapon at Roy's chest. After being shot, Roy fell to his knees and put his left hand up to where the bullet pierced his white T-shirt. He was confused as to why there was no blood, but he started feeling dizzy and soon fell, his body striking the pavement and he drifted into a deep sleep.