Man, I love the Trifecta Writing Challenge! Not just challenging you to use a certain word in your story, but to use a specific meaning of the word. This week’s word was ‘weep’, to exude (a fluid) slowly: ooze <a tree weeping sap>. Groovy. Here it is (and definitely under 333 words):
“A fight to the death!” was the decree, a fight billed as being fair, billed as an opportunity for me to pay my dues to that barbarous civilisation. They will flood into the stadium; I can hear them coming now. “Come and see the fallen king!” The scalpers ply their trade in crowded streets, to the richest the spoils. The amphitheatre fills, as the sound of thousands echo through the concrete catacombs of the prison beneath their feet. Cheering on their champions in the arena below. I can hear their ceaseless stamping; can hear the visceral punch of their voices, a wall of sound pushing down at me from all sides. Baying for the chance to see my blood weep out slowly before them, to hear my life drain from me in my dying moments. For almost two days, they have waited, baking beneath the summer sun. Waiting, watching petty criminals and brigands die to repay the debt that society is due.
Each that dies at my hand replaced in kind until they eventually overcome me. They called me “a beast” and screamed in terror as I passed, bound but on public view, a punishment of my presumed pride. The crowd parts before my carriage, still showing me my due, as they cower before me. Shouting into my wake, “Monster! Monster!” They keep me, hungry and bedecked in chains, below the cobbled streets outside, far below the warming outstretched hand of the sun. They keep me hungry, the hawkers shout, to keep me fierce. It is only making me weak, so weak now I can barely stand.
They drag me toward the heavy oak doors, large enough for an elephant to pass through, large enough to announce the enormity of the occasion. The sunlight bounces from the sandy floor as the portal is flung open, momentarily blinding me. I see him standing before me, sword in hand. I roar and smash him into the ground, tearing at his chest. Christians 0 Lions 1.