Gladiator - Creative writing.

I looked around the colleseum. The intimidating atmosphere brought tears to my eyes. The crowd was massive; like wild animals crying for blood. It made me feel special because everyone was focusing on me but I didn’t care, I had no time for that. In my broken heart all I cared about was the vengeance for my family. Feeling as though I couldn’t breathe made me suffocate. I had the feeling that my death was before me but I knew there was no way of escaping. The germanians had to be defeated.

I found myself standing in the middle of the colleseum. There in front of me a gladiator ripped a sword from another ones hand leaving him suffering in pain. Another gladiator slapped a soldier with his sword and sent him spinning off into the dust. Horses came galloping towards me. Billions of big, bulky soldiers kept clashing into me with their shields of armour. The commanders commanding, the crowd screaming and roaring, swords smashing, horses clip clopping deafened my ears.  But there was no way out of this indescribable atmosphere or should I say my worst nightmare. I reached out my arm when all of a sudden a soldier came and sliced it off. A gallon of blood squirted out all over the colleseum. I felt as if my life was over. The pain of death was suffering inside me. For second I bent over, breathed in and out and stood up again. Giving up was not the right solution to this. Anger and rage grew inside me. There was no need for me to care anymore. Before my last breathe the Germanians have to be destroyed I thought to myself. They need to see what is under my shining armour. I headed for my first target a less bulky soldier, whacked him with my chain, bashed into him with my armour, got him onto the floor and chopped his head off like the butching of an animal. I got my sword and ran it through ones stomach. He fell into the dust and the sand turned red as blood ran out of him. One last time, he cried out weakly “In the name of Christ, stop” then fell dead onto the ground. One by one they were all gone. The crowd grew silent and within minutes they escaped out of the colleseum. The colleseum was like a pool of blood with dead bodies here and there. The smell of rotting flesh and disgusting urine made me feel sick. I was horrified it was a disgrace but at least my nightmare was over. We had won the battle.

Finally I had victory. I felt like a huge weight had been lifted. The vibration of the swords smashing against my helmet was trapped inside me. The taste of blood was caught inside my throat. However I still had much more to do. This was just the beginning…