THE FIELDS: A place suspended in between Arcis and Earth where death and life players battle until one side cries defeat and can’t take anymore, a place that’s not just a game, but where players choose to fight even if it means death.
This final chapter symbolizes real GOOD VS. EVIL. We live in a world where we fight for what we believe in. May the fight be for love and life, for everything good and beautiful!
EXCERPT: The following is a short excerpt of the final chapter of Username: Bladen. It was one of the most fun chapters to write. Just so you know: I don’t think this short excerpt will ruin the ending for anyone. Thanks for stopping by! It means a lot!
Blood Splatters on the Field
I saw a picturesque sight before me as beautiful as a Monet, with lengthy blades of lush green and crisp, tan grass that stretched as far as two feet high. A summer like sun was setting low on the horizon, with a deep, blue sky and a few feathery, white clouds that adorned the foreground. A warm breeze stroked my face.
Slowly one by one, the powerful life players that teleported to the Fields appeared. Every one of them looked pumped with anticipation. Within seconds, all one hundred landed ready for battle, guns in hand, tip toeing around to seek out the filthy death players.
As soon as the sun melted away, an eerie, icy darkness prevailed. The landscape became a shadow land. Faintly in the background, I heard the low bass-tone chant commence. I felt lethargic and remembered that I needed to put in my earplugs. Once they were inserted, I became alert, as though I had gulped down one too many cappuccinos.
The death players emerged disguised with clear masks that looked like the nylons bank robbers wore in old movies. Normally, I would’ve thought that was funny, but since I was standing at death’s door, I felt gripped with fear.
The life players clustered together and charged at the droning death players. Shots rang out, and death players fell. The remaining ones staggered and scrambled in awe to get away. Awesome start, I speculated. We fooled them. When the chanting had ceased, I removed the earplugs.
I felt a tap on my shoulder and nearly crapped my pants, as a death player grabbed my mask and a handful of hair underneath while he etched his blade teasingly down my throat. I felt the warmth of my blood, as it trickled down my neck.
“If they were all like this one,” the evil one snickered, “we’d be out of here in no time.”
I tried to see how many had circled around me. How could I have been so stupid? I paid so much attention to the other life players’ escapade that I let what was happening around me slip by. Now I had to pay the price. I was going to die. I wished they’d hurry it up.
The knife they held penetrated further into my neck. I let out a muffled groan as more shots echoed. To my surprise, I heard a few thumps in the grass as the blade at my throat fell. The three death players that had surrounded me lay lifeless on the ground.
“Be more careful next time!” A life player thundered at me.
I tried to see who it was. His voice sounded familiar. His eyes illuminated in the dark like two spotlights but then became glazed over and distorted in shape. My first thought—the blind man?