Potatomasaurus

My fist swung and swung and my vision could hardly focus on anything besides what I assumed to still be Tibby in front of me, I was unaware if any of my hits were even landing at this point. Our fight seemed to last forever, and as the moments ticked by the more aches grew on my body; I felt blood dripping from my face, although I was unaware of the source. I could feel the life in my body growing weaker; then I swung my fist one last time. Thunder roared and everything felt like it was on pause as reality set in. My breathing was rapid, but I couldn’t hear it past the ringing in my ears and the loudness in my head; it was all-consuming but everything felt like nothing at the same time. It was over. I slumped onto my knees, the blood-covered blades of grass moving weakly under my weight, and I laughed. I laughed as I stared at the bloodied field, at my soulmate’s lifeless body, laughing as I remembered everything that led up to this point, how I lost my teammate, how I killed people, how amusing it all was. I looked back on everything and laughed. I didn’t regret anything. In fact, I found myself enjoying it all; I enjoyed the bloodshed and the pain I caused myself and others. I ignored the small turn in my gut in favour for looking at my surroundings; this is where it all started, right next to where all the players woke up and started this dastardly game is where I killed my soulmate, someone who I wanted to team with from the beginning, someone I had wanted to know but I never got the chance until it was too late, now his blood was on my hands. Why wasn’t I dead? If we were bound to each other by our lives, why couldn’t I have died with him? That didn’t matter now; it was pointless to look back on everything and question. I won, it was over. I could leave even if the admins of this game assumed I couldn’t, deeming me “trapped for eternity.” I couldn’t be trapped, but the vessel I used was another story. I could leave it behind, and so I exited the vessel I made. I watched as it collapsed to the ground. That vessel would never decay; it was never made of life, and so it would be eternally trapped, how unfortunate. It laid right next to my soulmate's corpse, I suppose they’ll be trapped together, forever in the blood-soaked flower field.