Narrative

It was May 2nd, 3020. The arena was in an anxious frenzy because the Universal Queens Battle was about to begin. The slaughtering took place every 200 years on the host planet of the previous competition’s winner, however this year it happened to be on Earth. Ician Zenon represented the Earth exactly 200 years ago and successfully won by slaughtering 2,000 other queens from different stars, planets, and moons. She was wickedly gorgeous, having ice blue eyes to perfectly match her same-colored frosted hair. But her personality was profound. She was raised to kill, along with every other female who was born into the lowest class of their planet. The family she was born into was so inferior that other classes could freely torture, kill, or worse; and send them to a rival planet whenever they felt it was necessary. She was the host tonight secretly rooting for a rival moon.

It was time for the Queens Battle to begin. Every woman was given a weapon of choice; a bow and arrow, a knife, or an electric shock stick. Each received one shield for protection as well. Ician had used a knife because her father was a butcher and that was all her family was able to afford for her to train with. She worked out for 2 hours a day, as well, for preparation-all strength training. She was already athletically built which gave her a major advantage. Each woman was chosen for the battle by vote of the planet. Ician knew the woman named Evlon representing the Moon, Luinia. She had killed her sister by slitting her throat 200 years ago in the same arena. This was who Ician wanted to win. Her sister was the last woman she killed before she had walked away with the Universal Queen title and a lifetime of wealth. This is why it was so important to win or even just be one of the final 100. If a woman made it all the way to the final 100 the family of that female was awarded a lifetime of wealth. The crowd of over 1 billion fans hushed as the doors opened slowly for the contenders to come out. Right away the killing began as soon as the girls saw their demented competition. Ician sat in the highest seat, which overlooked the dome-shaped battle field. The Queen immediately spotted Evlon and her fiery red hair, with a moon tattooed on her back, and a tall, slender body.

Evlon right away struck her first opponent to approach her in the stomach with her electric shocker. The woman let out an agonizing scream, and fell to the ground. Ician watched as Evlon’s section in the crowd cheered out of control for her first slaughter. It was an outrage. The fans went wild as the only Star Representative, named Sirrah, fought for her life against a group of Earth Women. She shot bow after bow, wounding and killing her attackers, until the boom of the Top 100 erupted. When this happened, each finalist was to stop with whomever they were working on and go to their side of the arena to be re-dressed. They were given either a blue, red, or green metallic jumpsuit of choice. Evlon now wore the same green jumpsuit as Ician had the year before. She looked absolutely resilient with blood streaks on her face and leftovers in her hair, making it redder than it already was. Her eyes were glazed over. She was so tired from the 12 battles she had won, and was horrified from the second murder she committed; who was only a twelve-year-old. Now she was 25, the oldest a competitor could be. None of the women, or their families, knew why they were forced into this bloodshed. Ician knew the truth; the upper class wanted to wipe out the lower class, and this was the best way to do so by killing a majority of the women, so they could not have children. It was an absolutely demonic act, ready to begin again.

The Top 100 Queens were announced, and then shortly after, the battle began. Running full speed at Evlon, were a pack of Moon Women from Creenon. She knew this was it because her allies had all been wiped out. She put up her shield and sat down, hiding underneath it. After about 10 seconds she looked up, wondering why she had not been pounced on yet. The moon women were mangled on top of each other, all dead. It looked as if she did have some allies after all, but she did not have the time to look around. Another attacker was approaching, electric shocker in hand, and eyes hungry for victory. Evlon stood five feet away from her new prey. She was not anxious to make the first move but knew she had to soon. It was getting quieter around her. She dared not look around to see how many women were left. The woman leapt forward with her electric shocker aimed towards Evlon’s throat. Evlon threw up her shield and with her knife in her hand, thrust it into the stomach of last woman to fall. Everyone fell silent. Evlon was the new Queen for 3020.