Today's #flashfiction Is That Your Fatal Answer?

  “Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears!”

Mike Tyson* #quote

Keep your friends close, your enemies closer and your frenemies closest. Anyway onto the flash fiction!

Is That Your Fatal Answer?

           “Now contestants, onto the next question!” The host sat in a chair on a floating platform far above the pit the contestant's were all trapped in. He wore a sadistic, smug grin and clean black suit. The last two contestants wore the blood of the others, usually the dead. The audience cheered from bleachers above the pit. On towers above sat snipers.

          “It's your turn Tom. It's only a few minutes till the end of the show we'll give you an easy one. To make sure you can finish your opponent. After all you want your freedom and we all want to see one last bullet!” The host waved his arms in the air to excite the crowd. He looked at the cameras to make sure they could get a few good shots of his face before they zoomed in on the contestants.

Tom knew the other contestant. Brittany. A teenager brought here based on a simple graffiti charge. Guess they just wanted a young girl in the pit for this week's show and brought her.

         “Alright Tom, since this is the final question is a fatal question. Now what's fifty plus fifty?”

The crowd started cheering, “Fatal answer, fatal answer, fatal answer!”

           “Two,” Tom responded.

           The host flinched, “Is t-that your fatal answer?” The crowd grew silent.

           “Yes.”

           “Y-your incorrect,” after the host said this Tom was shot and Brittany walked free. Because of this live TV moment where a criminal sacrificed himself the government propaganda of the time that supported these kind of punishments began being questione