Battlefield Wars #1 [[Tester vs. Hayley, Closed!]]

Why the hell did I ever agree to this? It’s probably suicide but oh, well. It’s not like my parents will even notice that I’m gone. They don’t pay much attention to me anyway. Of course they’ll notice after a week or so, but by then I’ll probably be dead. Great, so now they can have no children, whatsoever. Not like that’ll matter to me.
It all started when I was hanging out on the docks. Some Peacekeepers just randomly came up to me and told me to come with them. I compiled, but only because I was afraid of them cutting me again. I was brought into a dark office, and then knocked out. When I awoke I was in an unfamiliar place. Promptly after my waking up, I was dragged into another room, with the Peacekeepers pushing me forward with my hands behind my back. One Peacekeeper kicks open the door and throws me in. They lock the door behind them, so I am now locked in a room with some guy.
This “man” looks to be about 20 or so, about my height, with blonde hair that falls right above his eyes. He’s of course smirking at me, looking like he’s done this before. “Pick your weapon,” he says, gesturing to the table on his left, “And let the fight begin.” It is then when I realize what’s going on. Battlefield.
I walk over to the table and look down. I start to get excited, and I bet this fool standing next to me can see my smile. There’s a spear, sword, dagger, three knives, an ax, mace, baseball bat, and whip. I automatically reach for the spear and feel its weight in my hands. Perfect. I grab the baseball bat and take a couple of swings. Nice as well. I take the dagger as well, and see my reflection in the blade. I decide to stick with the spear and dagger. “Alright,” I say. My voice is slightly more ragged than I remember. “Your turn.” I back away from the table.