Thanks for doing this!, here is my take.
They called it the blood-well. In these days of post-apocalyptic desperation there were death-battles around the clock. Some gladiators fought for the money, but many were slaves trained in brutality since childhood. Some unfortunate souls were controlled by Lykhee.
The Lykhee were war-lords who controlled the bodies of slaves during battles. The slaves were injected with microbots, who embedded themselves into the brain. The microbot injected slaves would mirror the movements of their owner, who could see through the eyes of the slaves and “fought” from the safety of their bunkers.
The crumpled smoking body had regained control from the microbots in her last moments, and had spoken her name, Miriam. The Red Warrior rushed to her side, but she was gone. The Red Warrior cradled his half-sister, weeping silently. His fists clenched in anger, and he screamed out a challenge which made the crowd fall silent.
He called for the Lykhee to face him. He would not leave the arena, but paced angrily, shouting for vengeance. The announcer, sweating profusely, tried to clear the arena of the spectators, then offered the Red Warrior more money, begging him to leave. The Red Warrior only shouted all the louder, and the audience remained, the call for justice had stirred something deep in their souls. They joined in the cry, chanting, “LYKHEE, LYKHEE, LYHEE...”
The Red Warrior was tired, exhausted by the battle that had drained him physically and emotionally, but he knew this was his only chance for justice, and it was long overdue.
You gave a wider breath to the story, nice and thank you for your interesting contribution @giddyupngo!
Thanks! :)