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I didn’t have to push very hard for the door in front of me to open by itself. Beyond it was decently sized, barely rectangular room, bare except for a dusty mahogany table 

“Greetings,” a voice from the shadows said. I looked over and saw a man sitting at the table. Oddly enough, I hadn’t noticed him when I opened the door.  He was tall, skinny, and his eyes– very creepy– were all black with blue irises. He smiled, showing off his sharp vampire-like teeth. “Welcome, Maryetta Pickett. Won’t you take a seat?”

I sat down across from him, and don’t bother asking him how he knew my name. It had happened so often lately, I would have been more surprised if he didn’t. 

“And you’re-?” I start, upturning my voice to sound like a question. He looks slightly surprised, probably because my first question wasn’t “how do you know my name?” 

“You may call me Chas,” he said. 

Chas placed two large goblets in front of me, both in exact likeness. They were shiny, made of iron, with a complicated design carved onto it. 

“I’m sure you’ve seen this enough to know the drill,” he began, “One of these goblets has poison, the other does not. Choose the right one and you shall continue, but if you choose the wrong one, you will die.”

I swallowed hard, and I felt a twist of anxiety, similar to that twist you feel when you see the person you like look at you, except this feeling was quite the opposite in mood. 

I knew the stakes of this situation, and that honestly didn’t help anyone. I had passed the three previous challenges, but those were different, this one was entirely based on chance, not skill or psychology. 

I repeat Chas’ words in my head several times. “Choose the right one and you shall continue, but if you choose the wrong one, you shall die.” 

Stuff like this is stupud. The odds were in neither favor, and if this was played fair, I would have a 50/50 chance of success. Gambleing is really my thing, if I’m being perfectly honest. 

Then again, these challenges made it obvious that They wanted me dead, and I was sure they would probably rigged it. 

My thought process is distracted when Chas’ movements caught my attention. He pulled out a flask, and took a swing from it. 

We make eye contact and he gave me a sly wink. I give him no pleasure of my reaction, which was obviously what he was fishing for. 

“Have you made a decision?” Chas asked. I could tell he was trying to hide his impatience. 

I nodded He grinned again with his toothy smile. 

“Which one will it be then?” he asked. 

“I’ll take the flask.”

Chas’ malicious smile faded. “What?” 

“The flask. I’ll take it.” I reached a hand out, expecting him to place it in my palm. 

“That’s not an option,” he said. “Your choices are one of the goblets.”

“Why-?” my question was cut off. The flask that was once in Chas’ pocket, was now flying through the air and towards my face. I go to catch it, but then Chas threw a swift right hook which I narrowly escape. Acting on pure adrenaline and instinct, I pushed the table over and it knocked into Chas. 

Chas is knocked back, but he does a kip up and he’s back onto his feet. I raised my arms up like a boxer to protect my face from any oncoming attack. 

We made aggressive eye contact. I think we both knew that this would end fast, although the odds were not obvious in it’s favor. 

The table had been knocked over because of my previous attack. I then launch the table in his direction with as much strength I could muster. He reacted quickly, and jumped over to avoid contact. 

I aimed a fake kick towards his knee, and when he moved to block that, I pulled my leg back and launched a roundhouse kick. I hit him square in his ribs. He grunted and falters back. He’s obviously been trained in some sort of fighting technique or martial arts, just as I have. 

It’s Chas’ turn to attack. He goes for a right jab, which I attempted to perry, but he goes and launched a knee into my stomach. 

I faltered back in pain, and subconsciously thank someones god that I didn’t have any food in my stomach, otherwise I’m sure I would have thrown up my previous meal. 

I tried not to waste a second of time cowering in pain, when I am able to regain composure, Chas is about to punch me again. I succeed in perrying his punch this time and take the opportunity to use a tiger claw punch and jabed my knuckles in between his ribs. 

Chas tries to step back in order to regain his composure, but I don’t him the time of day before I sent a knee right into his gut. 

This time he managed to get away, and he backs up and raised his arms up to protect his face, and calling me vulgar names in the process. 

We exchanged more punches and kicks, and eventually I am able to hook a leg under his and trip him, climb on top of him, and sit on his stomach. I send several dozen punches with no breaks in between, and I only stop when I’m completely sure he’s unconscious. 

I get up, breathless. 

“So I was right about the poison in the goblets?” I said out loud to no one in particular, and notice the goblets discarded across the room, it’s content long gone. 

I step over Chas’ unconscious body and continue through a door on the opposite wall of the one I came in. 

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