I took my chance. The moment the dagger touched my skin I gripped it tightly. I let the condescending tone of Leona's voice leave my mind as quickly as it entered. Finally, something I can use.
I never even saw the next move as I took off like a jackrabbit for the exit.
No one stopped me. I cannot tell you if I escaped because of my speed or because no one cared enough to come after me. All I know is that the monk seemed to approve of my decision as he gave me a quick nod and grin as I passed quickly by him.
I kept the dagger tightly locked in my grip as I climbed the stairs. The burn on my arm stung like hell but was mostly superficial. I would heal, but I'd be damned if I ever entered the arena again. I considered taking up sanctuary in my own room for a brief moment but quickly settled on another idea. I took a sharp turn down a familiar hallway and soon found myself surrounded by the comfort of the library. It was not often that the room stood empty, but with Vincent safely entertained, it's treasures were mine for the moment. I quickly pushed the door closed behind me and stuck the small blade through the double handles. I removed my singed over shirt and tied the cloth tightly on each end.
Satisfied with my makeshift lock, I browsed the titles on a nearby shelf. I slid my fingers along the spines before plucking one from its home. The smell of its pages instantly calmed my nerves as I sat down and began to read. Bravery and violence had their place. In my life, it was inside the pages of a well-worn novel.
I did send up a single final thought for my fellow competitors before I allowed the story to carry me away. "You guys are all dumbasses."
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