Deadly Conspiracy

Darkness engulfed the paintball arena

Where two teams were waiting to take aim.

And when the timer on the wall announced

that the countdown had begun,

paintballs began to explode

Out of the guns.

The next thing I knew, a dark, damp forest

With rocks and felled trees surrounded me.

And when the burning pain shot through my leg,

My hand flew to a wound

Where a liquid too warm to have been paint,

Sent fear slithering its way through my veins.

“What betrayal has found its way to me?”

Bullets ricocheted off the fallen tree,

Sending wood chips from the shield,

Saving me from certain death, flying into the air.

I was the only person from my team around.

“Was it a teammate aiming for me?”