“So What?” The stadium vibrated with shouts and uproar, the crowd jeering at Che and demanding the match continue. He looked up at them, trying to make out as many faces as he could. They all looked like normal people, yet there were so many of them here. Every seat in the stadium was full. …
“Why Do We Fight?” Che gasped, waiting for one of them to start laughing and tell him it was all a joke. Unfortunately, their expressions, while varied, remained constant. “What are you all talking about?” Che held up his palms, instantly refusing their proposition. “I can’t fight any of you! I’ve never even been in …
The Newcomer What was the point of fighting when you were weak? A low humming caused Che to stir, suddenly aware he had no idea where he was or how long he’d been asleep. He could hear voices in the distance, faint whispers. It was probably his next-door neighbors gossiping outside like usual. It would …