05-25-2006, 04:48 AM
The food felt good. It filled her stomach and made the memories of the dream fade into nothingness. Leaning back in the metal chair, she folded her hands over her lap and let her mind wander. The remnants of the dream were pushed aside as it tried fervently to make itself known to her. She didn?t want to remember.
"Ladies and Gentlemen," The voice crackled over the loudspeaker. "It's Karl Jak here! I hate to interrupt, but we are above the island. The game will begin in 20 seconds! Your location will be marked on your map! Good luck!"
Sure enough, Violet felt her body being vaporized as the system?s teleportation mechanism activated. Before all vision faded away, she saw the same happening to the others around her.
"Can everyone hear me?" Came Karl's voice on the megaphones across the island. "Welcome to your new home for the next seven days! Here is all you need to know:
Find each other. Kill each other.
If a winner is not found in seven days...nobody wins! So let's not let that happen, kay? Good luck, kiddies!"
The island flashed before her eyes as she was set into her destination. The moon loomed over head in the dark blanket of night, stars glimmering in the vast sea of black. It was too beautiful, too serene. It seemed ironic that such a placid vision would be smiling its blessing over an island where many people would soon meet their demise.
She feared death, but if she were to meet it, she would go in with honor, rising up to defend her very life, and should it be snuffed away from her?so be it.
Alone, Violet was left to the now reemerging thoughts of the nightmare. Slinging the sack of her supplies across her shoulder, she began walking, the moonlight lighting her grassy path, when in the distance, her eyes flickered over a monument?a building.
Curious, she blazed across the field, a trail of dust rising in her wake. It was shelter. Shelter was always good.
Her booted feet tapped against the limestone steps, and in the faint light, the gold rings of the door handles gleamed a warm welcome to her. Pushing the door open, she stepped inside. She would wait here for her allies, she resolved.
Being alone was never good.
"Ladies and Gentlemen," The voice crackled over the loudspeaker. "It's Karl Jak here! I hate to interrupt, but we are above the island. The game will begin in 20 seconds! Your location will be marked on your map! Good luck!"
Sure enough, Violet felt her body being vaporized as the system?s teleportation mechanism activated. Before all vision faded away, she saw the same happening to the others around her.
"Can everyone hear me?" Came Karl's voice on the megaphones across the island. "Welcome to your new home for the next seven days! Here is all you need to know:
Find each other. Kill each other.
If a winner is not found in seven days...nobody wins! So let's not let that happen, kay? Good luck, kiddies!"
The island flashed before her eyes as she was set into her destination. The moon loomed over head in the dark blanket of night, stars glimmering in the vast sea of black. It was too beautiful, too serene. It seemed ironic that such a placid vision would be smiling its blessing over an island where many people would soon meet their demise.
She feared death, but if she were to meet it, she would go in with honor, rising up to defend her very life, and should it be snuffed away from her?so be it.
Alone, Violet was left to the now reemerging thoughts of the nightmare. Slinging the sack of her supplies across her shoulder, she began walking, the moonlight lighting her grassy path, when in the distance, her eyes flickered over a monument?a building.
Curious, she blazed across the field, a trail of dust rising in her wake. It was shelter. Shelter was always good.
Her booted feet tapped against the limestone steps, and in the faint light, the gold rings of the door handles gleamed a warm welcome to her. Pushing the door open, she stepped inside. She would wait here for her allies, she resolved.
Being alone was never good.
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