Game On

Flameheart

"Not so fast, punk! This is just the tip of the iceberg. How can you give up so easily? Aren't you the almighty Flameheart? Tell me then why you are so faint-hearted?"

The three other idiots let out hearty guffaws when their chief says this. I clench my teeth in rage but that is all I can do for now. I will let them have their fun for now. Once I break out of this, they will wish they never crossed my path.

Not able to bear their vile sneers, I shut my eyes tightly and remain quiet. However, my desired peace is short-lived because my head starts hurting as if there are millions of ants crawling around in my brain.

To add on, my fingernails hurt like crazy. The pain extends to my palms as well as my wrists. Honestly, I do not know how much longer I can endure this without losing my mind.

The moment my head starts hurting, my ears start leading. However as the pain intensifies, I feel tears begin to stream down my face. Frustrated, I snap my eyes open, hoping to stop the