who were running the heroes versus villains scam would be too power hungry to si mply waste something like that.
Or so he hoped. The more he thought about it, the more he realized how little information he had about those who were running this operation. They could be power hungry and curious, as Donny had assumed, but they could also be afraid of Jay, such that they would rather do away with the threat immediately. Donny made his assumptions based on what he had seen of Captain Williams, but he did not know if Captain Williams was running everything, or was just the highest rank that was still low enough to need a public face. Donny felt confident that Captain Williams would not have made the call to kill Jay, and he would think there would have been some hint of genuine disappointment when talking about Jay’s death if Jay had really been killed against Captain Williams’ wishes, but it was possible that Captain Williams had purposefully shown no emotion to throw Donny off.
No, that can’t be it, that would be assuming they think I’m a threat. Even though Donny had been accepted to the school supposedly due to his strategic ability, he knew that was just a front. He knew now that they just wanted him in the hopes that it would make it easier to control Jay. Maybe that’s still their plan, maybe they are still hoping to control Jay through me. It was more a wish than anything. Donny wanted them to target him, at least then he could be fighting along with his brother, instead of sitting on the sidelines and watching.
Donny continued to think everything over for hours. He had plenty of food, so he could be there for days if he needed to. He doubted he would really need days on his own, but he wanted to be prepared. I wonder if they’ll send out a search party, or if they’ll just assumed I ran off into the desert in pursuit of the villains they claim killed by brother. The thought came as a joke to himself , but he could not shake the desire to do just that, run after the villains, and either fight them himself or try to shake them out of the school’s control. Such an attempt would be futile, he knew, but the desire still lingered.
Finally, long after Donny lost track of the time, he heard the door to the arena open. He looked over, and could tell dawn was breaking outside. He was surprised to see a single silhouette in the light; he could not make out who it was. He was even more surprised when the person stepped into the arena and shut the door without turning on the lights. When Donny heard the door open he had assumed it would be the search party out to find him, but now he was not so sure. If they were looking for me, surely they w ould have turned on the lights.
Donny listened as he heard things being moved around underneath him. They were not heavy objects, at least not heavy enough for the mystery visitor to pick up. The visitor surely was not a Titan either, as that much could be deduced from the silhouette. Donny waited, straining his ears to catch any clue of who that was or what they were doing. His efforts were in vain, because the noise soon ended, and a moment later Donny found himself now straining his eyes, as a small flickering light had appeared down below. The light was a small flame, probably from a match or lighter, and it caught hold of something flammable on the ground. The fire spread quickly, but Donny was not watching it. Instead he was trying desperately to catch sight of the visitor, who was now walking away from the growing flames. The visitor walked over to the door, opened it, and walked out. Donny was never able to identify them.
Donny’s disappointment quickly left as his eyes now moved down to see the flames below. They were not out of control; on the contrary, they were under complete control and had stopped spreading as soon as the flames covered their intended space. The flames spelled out words, written in
Or so he hoped. The more he thought about it, the more he realized how little information he had about those who were running this operation. They could be power hungry and curious, as Donny had assumed, but they could also be afraid of Jay, such that they would rather do away with the threat immediately. Donny made his assumptions based on what he had seen of Captain Williams, but he did not know if Captain Williams was running everything, or was just the highest rank that was still low enough to need a public face. Donny felt confident that Captain Williams would not have made the call to kill Jay, and he would think there would have been some hint of genuine disappointment when talking about Jay’s death if Jay had really been killed against Captain Williams’ wishes, but it was possible that Captain Williams had purposefully shown no emotion to throw Donny off.
No, that can’t be it, that would be assuming they think I’m a threat. Even though Donny had been accepted to the school supposedly due to his strategic ability, he knew that was just a front. He knew now that they just wanted him in the hopes that it would make it easier to control Jay. Maybe that’s still their plan, maybe they are still hoping to control Jay through me. It was more a wish than anything. Donny wanted them to target him, at least then he could be fighting along with his brother, instead of sitting on the sidelines and watching.
Donny continued to think everything over for hours. He had plenty of food, so he could be there for days if he needed to. He doubted he would really need days on his own, but he wanted to be prepared. I wonder if they’ll send out a search party, or if they’ll just assumed I ran off into the desert in pursuit of the villains they claim killed by brother. The thought came as a joke to himself , but he could not shake the desire to do just that, run after the villains, and either fight them himself or try to shake them out of the school’s control. Such an attempt would be futile, he knew, but the desire still lingered.
Finally, long after Donny lost track of the time, he heard the door to the arena open. He looked over, and could tell dawn was breaking outside. He was surprised to see a single silhouette in the light; he could not make out who it was. He was even more surprised when the person stepped into the arena and shut the door without turning on the lights. When Donny heard the door open he had assumed it would be the search party out to find him, but now he was not so sure. If they were looking for me, surely they w ould have turned on the lights.
Donny listened as he heard things being moved around underneath him. They were not heavy objects, at least not heavy enough for the mystery visitor to pick up. The visitor surely was not a Titan either, as that much could be deduced from the silhouette. Donny waited, straining his ears to catch any clue of who that was or what they were doing. His efforts were in vain, because the noise soon ended, and a moment later Donny found himself now straining his eyes, as a small flickering light had appeared down below. The light was a small flame, probably from a match or lighter, and it caught hold of something flammable on the ground. The fire spread quickly, but Donny was not watching it. Instead he was trying desperately to catch sight of the visitor, who was now walking away from the growing flames. The visitor walked over to the door, opened it, and walked out. Donny was never able to identify them.
Donny’s disappointment quickly left as his eyes now moved down to see the flames below. They were not out of control; on the contrary, they were under complete control and had stopped spreading as soon as the flames covered their intended space. The flames spelled out words, written in
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