"Congrats to the seven of you here. Only four of you shall move on to the next mission. Your mission now is simple. You are each to be put into battle with another spy. Only one of you will come out alive. In the same rooms as before you will find out your opponent, and weapon. The battle start in 24 hours. Good luck and may the best spy win."
Well, I fully intended to. The opponent I was given went by the name of Zane Myst, some punk. Looking at his info, I noticed he'd been raised in foster care, like me. I thought maybe I could use that against him.
After the day had passed with no word from Agent C, I received note with an address. It was time to fight. Once there, I was searched by a few agents, who promptly removed the weapons I had been trying to sneak in. That shook my confidence, by I tried to remind myself what winning could mean for me. It was the only option.
I was escorted to a large, decrepit warehouse, which was creepy as hell. There were some empty shelves lined up in places and the skeletons of stolen cars had been abandoned here, along with empty bottles and wrappers strewn about the floor, but beyond that, the only other things in the room were a boy standing on the opposite side and a pair of boxes in between us.
We both dashed towards the boxes at top speed, each of us reaching the ones nearest to us at the exact same time as the other. We paused looking up at on another. I noticed for a moment that he was handsome boy, a bit younger than I was, with the most captivating eyes I'd ever seen.
"So, you're Zane?" I asked, my hand still hovering over the lid to the box.
"Si, y tu eres Iggy, Verdad?" He replied.
"What are you doing?" I snap back, "Talking Mexican like that's supposed to intimidate me?"
"It's Spanish you moron." He cut back, "And it's not supposed to intimidate you, this-" So lightening fast I didn't see it coming, his hand connected with my neck, sending me sprawling and gasping.
"... is supposed to intimidate you."
I acted dazed so my opponent wouldn't see it coming when I kicked sharply upwards into his crotch. He tried very hard to power through the pain, but ended up writhing in pain on the floor just like me. We must have really looked like a pair of top notch spies.
I was, understandably, the first to recover and push myself into a standing position. From the box in front of me, I pulled a long sword.
"Sweet!" I exclaimed. I looked up to see what Zane had, and found myself face-to-face with the barrel of a machine gun.
"Oh god." I dove out of the way, and heard a click as my opponent pulled the trigger. We both paused, neither of us completely sure what had just happened. Zane looked utterly betrayed. He kicked over his box and a clattering pile of absolutely nothing fell out. He had a gun, but no bullets.
Still, it was a very heavy gun, and I only just barely rolled out of the way when he tried to bring it down on me. My sword was not so lucky. The butt of the gun came down on the blade, shattering it.
"Zane, wait, it doesn't have to go like this!" I called, jumping up and brandishing my sword fragment defensively.
"Oh really? Then how should it go, Iggy?" He sneered, "Que eres pensando?"
"All I'm saying is; maybe we can work together here." I lied, "You should know that I'm a double agent, and my boss is always on the lookout for new talent. Talent like you." I put my hand out for him to shake.
"Why would you want me? You don't even know what I can do."
"If this Agency wants you, you must be good." I insisted, hand still out stretched.
Zane smirked, walked to me and grabbed my hand. Immediately, I lunged forward with my sword, but with those lightening fast reflexes Zane dodged easily. He twisted my arm around, pinning it behind my back effortlessly. Being a full foot taller than me and infinitely more muscular gave my opponent something of an advantage. Before he could grab it, I threw most of my sword away, making very sure that Zane didn't see the piece of blade I held onto.
"Did you really think you could outsmart me so easily?" Zane asked, "I'm a trained spy. You're a kid from the ghetto, you should have stuck with trying to stab me."
"That was probably good advice." I sighed.
"Do widzenia." He said, spinning me around and wrapping his fingers around my throat. Like I'd never been choked before. With my right hand, I started tugging and clawing at his face. It was the secret behind every con and magic trick. Distraction. Slowly, the blade cutting into my palm, I lifted my left hand just outside of his field of vision. Before even he could react, I plunged the blade into Zane's neck.
His eyes popped open in shock. He let go of me and clutched his neck, blood spurting out of his wound and mouth. It was pretty awful. Luckily, the oxygen deprivation was starting to get to me, so I didn't have to watch Zane die for very long before I blacked out.