Free Roaming Mode Part 6 His name was Mike Schmidt.More Like This
Mike was the next human to step up into our little game. Mike seemed normal enough; not exactly a teen, but no where over 25, not muscular but not scrawny, not tall but not short. His hair was an unremarakable blond and his skin was pale. He seemed to blend into the crowd. Except for one thing: His eyes. He obviously had Heterochromia iridum. His left eye was a deep green, while the other was an electric (almost neon) blue. The kind of blue that you could just look at eternally, and it would never become boring to observe.
I passed Mike off as just another opponent in our game, in which we stand undefeated, waiting to be killed off. But Mike...
It was his first night. I activated promptly at 12 A.M., once more cursed to walk in this body. It was dark behind the curtains, but not dark enough to see nothing what so ever. A small sheet of paper and a little box was barely visible, but on the other end of the stage. I walked over, m