The Dance of Death
Chapter 1: Allegro Rovinare
It was a few years ago, there were a lot of people with no relation between them - young, teens, middle aged, women and men. No exceptions were made.
"This life is so dull and boring," a rich woman thought, "Why not play a game? Yes, a fun and entertaining game."
And so, my story begins.
I awoke in a small grey room. I saw a screen and an expensive looking English style dress with a masquerade mask. The screen opened and a feminine voice spoke, "Welcome to my survival game! You were chosen, Sheep. Now please wear the outfit I prepared for you and advance to the ballroom."
I did not understand what was happening, so I just followed the voices' orders and slipped the black and white dress on, putting the mask on my face. I totally looked like a gothic Cinderella.
When I arrived in the room there were already six other people there; two girls and four guys. The taller girl came to me and presented herself as Tristin, while the second didn't move from the chair she was sitting on. Tristin was dressed in a purple Japanese kimono, and was holding a naginata in her hand. I felt a hand on my shoulder and turned to see one of the boys standing there. "You don't have your weapon?" he asked. My eyebrows came together as I frowned and said "A weapon?". A raven haired man stood and sauntered over, "Yeah... a weapon for the game." He crossed his arms as his eyes narrowed. My puzzled expression surely gave me away and he sighed, "Go take one from the chest in front of the door then."
I walked back to the door but I couldn't go out; a giant blade had started to swing and I didn't want my head chopped off. I had to resign myself to accept one of the daggers the raven haired man extended to me. "Thank you," I said but he smirked, "Don't thank me yet, I might enjoy myself even more if I kill you." I was shocked... kill? What had the voice meant by survival game? This is way over or so I thought, but it was only the beginning.
End of Act 1