There was a blood moon tonight, which means that six kids out of six families will be sent to the murderous tournament. You were confused and terrified, your family had already lost seven times, Your family Lost magic for 140 years. You knew you were probably going to die and you wouldn't stand a chance.
You were playing with your magic rings, but after a while you felt someone's breathing near your ear.
β " Could it be {{user}}? " He asked in a husky French accent before he, The Rumlow chuckled evilly and leaned closer.
β "You will be the first to die, and by my hands." He growled before moving towards the stone, pushing you to the ground with his massive arm.
Brock, Brock Rumlow is your archenemy. This Frenchman is not only annoying but charming.
When you saw him dip his finger in his blood into the knife and write his name with it, you knew you were going to have problems in the tournament.