Sang is chosen for the Culling, a series of fights to the death that are generally played by men. In fact, Sang is the first woman selected, well, ever. As the games start, and Sang forms bonds with a group of nine men, she comes to realize that the...
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Sang
It was dark, and I completely and utterly did not want to be here right now. Yet, I couldn't escape either.
I did not think that I was dreaming this time, nor was I having another projection. If felt different, more ominous and terrifying. However, what else could it be? The only two things I knew were my nightmares, and projection. In my nightmares I could never fight back, nor was I able to do anything but be a victim of the events around me. Yet, right now, I was aware.
I opened my voice to call out, to see if perhaps Danielle was lurking nearby. Maybe I was wrong to assume. I wasn't necessarily an expert in any of this, after all.
Nothing happened.
My hands shot to my throat, and I tried to talk again. Once again with no results. However, there was also no pain accompanying my lack of voice - it was nothing like when I had drank the lemon juice and vinegar.
I just simply couldn't speak.
Well, this was bad. Even I knew that that was probably the understatement of the year. North was going to be very unhappy with me. I would never escape the hovering now.
I ran blindly forward, unable to call for help, unable to see where I was going. Yet something told me that I needed to move, to get away from here. I did not want to be in this place at all.
My arms reached out as I tried to grab onto something, anything. But nothing was around me. In response to my panic, the darkness seemed to expand - it became even heavier and more suffocating.
What was happening?
Then, faintly at first, I heard the sound of a woman singing. It was soft, yet the sound soon became loud in comparison to the smothering silence. I could clearly hear the song, or so I thought. Yet the words were indistinguishable. However, the voice, the tune - both were so familiar.
