God Magnus

Pov.2 - Nicole Romanov

"Why are you doing this? You gain nothing by killing me! Why?!"

Blood dripped all over a dark and damp forest. Her school uniform had already been completely destroyed, and only a scrap of fabric covered her breasts. Her pants had turned into shorts, and her entire leg was raw flesh.

Even in a pitiful state, she still forced her body to move. Her mind began to wander back to what had happened hours ago, and rage started to take over.

"Traitorous bastards!"

She had been fighting for a long time. Her body wanted to shut down and the hunger clawed at her. But she couldn't stop.

A bolt flew straight at her head and Nicole dove to the side. Branches tore more of her flesh, but the pain snapped her senses back.

"That massacre was the damn perfect opportunity. Now I'm poisoned... There's no way to survive this... No! Nikki, you have to find a way!"

Another bolt came straight at her chest and this time she had to block it with her sword. The starlight lit the dark environment and the cold seeped into her bones.

She looked to the side, just in time to see a blood-covered bronze spear near her throat. Taking two steps back, she slammed her shoulder into the attacker's face.

The silver light filtering through the tree canopy cast rays that revealed the familiar face of her assailant.

"Why kill my entire team?! Why kill me?! You gain nothing from this!" her screams echoed through the eerily quiet forest, falling on deaf ears. The only answer she got was another bolt coming right at her head, and all she could do was duck to avoid being impaled.

Perfect chance for the traitor to knee her and send her world spinning. Blood poured from her nose and the pain clouded her mind. For a few seconds, everything stopped. Until she saw the sharp bronze heading her way.

Thousands of thoughts flooded her mind. Dodge, counterattack, or let the damn spear tear a piece of her off in exchange for one from him.

Her hands moved on their own and the bronze of her sword clashed with the bronze of the spear. Sparks lit up the surroundings, and the screech of the sliding blade pierced the silent night.

Her sword reached inches from that bastard's chest, but stopped when a bolt hit her shoulder, and blood sprayed under the star's silver light.

She threw herself to the side just as the bronze spear came to pierce her right side, and she grabbed her sword with her still-functioning arm.

"You worthless piece of shit! You called yourself my best friend! You filthy bitch!" Nicole's curses were loud.

More arrows came her way and she used a fallen log for cover. Taking a brief pause, she snapped the arrow, not pulling it from her flesh, and looked at her hands.

Everything was blurry and her grip was weakening by the second. Her breathing was heavy, and all that awaited her was death at the hands of traitors.

"I still don't get it... We were supposed to get through this hell together. We gain nothing by killing each other, we just make ourselves weaker!"

Her chaotic thoughts were interrupted when the log behind her shattered and her body was thrown forward. She hadn't realized how much stronger everyone had gotten with each fight.

Her body was no longer what it was hours ago, and by the time the massacre ended, she wasn't physically inferior to any Olympic athlete, and her strength had far surpassed that.

She rose with difficulty, using her sword as a crutch, and lifted her gaze straight at the traitor who wanted her dead.

The starlight illuminated his face, and an expression of sheer conviction was etched there. He knew what he was doing, and showed no hesitation.

"Monster! If I had all my strength... I would..."

He pulled the spear from the ground and walked slowly toward her. Nicole stepped back, but her body was at its limit, and the poison was doing its job.

The bastard raised the spear and made a horizontal slash. Clearly no skill, only brute force. That gave Nicole a chance to roll downwards. But the bitch was waiting for it.

Another arrow flew, this time hitting her square in the back, and she felt blood rise to her throat. She still forced herself to move forward, but it was already too late.

The traitor's leg struck her chest and she was hurled several meters away. The sound of rushing water reached her ears, and when she looked, she was beside a fast-flowing river.

"If I'm going to die... I won't let you bastards take my body!"

"Why? Just tell me that, please..." she dragged herself closer to the edge of the rock that led to the river, seeing her blood pooling around her. The adrenaline dulled the pain, but it was still hell.

This time, by luck or because they thought the fight was over, the annoying and familiar voice reached her ears.

"It had to be this way, Nikki... It wasn't my wish, but for this initialization to be a success. You must die." The voice was cold, like a true psychopath. Maybe he always was.

She saw the starlight reflecting on bronze and raised her sword to block, but the poison struck. Her only good arm failed, and the spear came at her chest. Or it would have, if she hadn't moved just in time to protect her vital organs.

Still, it pierced her abdomen, and using the force of the blow, she threw herself into the river. As she fell, she saw the cold eyes of her killer and his brown skin illuminated by the abundant light above the river.

"You will die, by my hands or theirs! I curse you, SAMUEL!" her voice echoed through the forest.

The cold water hit her back, and her body gave out. Her world faded right there, embraced by the river's freezing current.