I decided to continue, with what I already wrote. I like it, and I think this could be my best suspense story ever.

Island 3

The Frigid Crowd

Reed ran hard his legs cold with fright. Night was falling behind him. He had to get home. He struggled to keep his pace. Nenda filled his thoughts, her beautiful face pictured in the soft sunlight. Her, empathy filed his legs in line. His speed increased. The village lights grew brighter. A smiled shown on his face. He slowed down, the warm bed enclosing him. With a final sprint he headed up the final hill. The smoke rose high in the air.
His breath stopped, he looked around as his feet began to bow. With a cry he fell hitting a tree. Looking back he saw, the darkness only a few yards away. He tried to scream his lungs limp. Using the tree he tried to get up, to escape the horror. He feared the dark. Blackness encased him. Looking around he saw nothing. Trying to breath he gasped. No air. He was suffocating.

A whisper followed his grief.
“Reed I’m here.” The voice, he moaned in reply.
“Yes, Reed I’m here.” He tried to mouth his words.
“No, Reed you will not live. Neither will your Nenda”
His eyes filled with tears. He mouthed at the words “no”
“Yes.” No he mouthed again. Trying to breathe his lungs stung, his eyes closing.
A moment of silence followed. A chilling breezed awoke him. He opened his eyes.
A blue light surrounded him. He was in an arena, there was a crowd there.
There were frozen.

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