Game of Murder (Sora's POV)

Chapter 1

As consciousness swept in, I felt a pounding in my head that wouldn't go away. Sleep was quickly dissolving, making me aware of the hard, cold ground I was currently lying on. Did I fall off my bed again? I groaned and shuffled around, trying to grasp my comfy warm blanket, only to grab nothing. The air was cold, a bit chilly than what I'm rather used too. I shivered, goosebumps appearing on my skin. Who the heck messed with the A/C? It usually stays the same.. I flickered my blue eyes open, grumpy about waking up so soon before widening my tired eyes in surprise. Huh? This doesn't look like my room. I blinked, confusion beginning to overtake my drowsy state. I immediately stand up, rocking to the side a little, feeling dizzy and nauseous.

The room I was currently in wasn't tiny at all but it wasn't humongous. It was about the size of a classroom. I slowly started to panic, glancing around the unfamiliar room. I didn't recognize anything at all and I'm pretty sure it wasn't a room I ever laid my eyes on. The chilly air went perfectly with the creepy, closed off room. The room looked close to one of those medieval places, like a chamber room with horrifying torture devices. The walls had black bricks engraved in them, making the room appear even more menacing. There were also absolutely no windows in this dark, lonely room. In front of my eyes, there was this huge door made out of wood.

What happened? Where am I? My breathing started to quicken, as harsh, panicked gasps escaped. I can only vaguely remember what happened before this. I think I recall receiving a text from a friend, not someone I talk that much to though. He mentioned a game of some sort, a popular game that people were buying... Then, he named the place and time to grab it. I figured it might be something worth buying and planned on meeting up there with a couple of my friends who were also interested. I was the first to arrive but after entering the building, it all went blank. I can't seem to pick any memories up, which made me a bit worried.

I guess I should probably try to leave this room if I'm going to find some answers. I trudged forward, heading towards the large door when something caught my attention in this bare room. A red backpack was lying in the corner of the room, appearing to be stuffed with quite a few items. There was also a small piece of paper lying on top of the backpack, provoking curiosity. I stumbled towards the red backpack, intent on knowing what was scribbled on the note.

I finally reached the backpack, immediately picking up the note before frowning disappointingly. The only words scrambled on the flimsy note was my name. Sora was written in huge bold letters. I crumbled the paper, tossing it to the side. I guess this backpack was meant for me then. I clutched the bag, opening the only zipper on it. Reaching in the bag, I felt a few items rustling around. I slowly took them out one by one.

There was at least five water bottles, a box of crackers, a screwdriver and a letter. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. A screwdriver? Why would I need a screwdriver? Sighing, I reached for the letter, opening the note. Words engulfed my sight, making me blink a couple of times. It seems as if this letter was meant for me. I started to read the letter, mumbling the words out loud.

Dear Sora Garrett,

You were chosen to participate in the annual "MurderFest." You are expected to follow all the rules/guidelines that will be listed below or you shall suffer the consequences.

RULES/GUIDELINES

-There will be a weapon in your backpack that you may use to murder the victim of your choice. We have chosen it specifically for you so no other participants may bear the same weapon as you.

-You and the other participants will be given one week to kill each other until only one winner is standing. If a winner is not decided by the end of the week, we will release a deadly gas to poison and kill all the participants.

-If a person dies by your hands, you are allowed to take any of their weapons and belongings. You are not allowed to take anyone's weapons if you did not murder them yourselves. You will be terminated immediately if you do not follow this rule.

-If you're not out of the room you're currently contained in, you will be exterminated. You have twenty minutes to leave the room by the time you awaken.

-Be creative in your killings.

There are a total of ten participants in this competition and the victorious winner escapes with their life. We hope you enjoy this game. We will be anticipating the final results.

As I read along, I slowly started tensing up, eyes growing wide with horror. This has to be a cruel joke of some sort, right? There is no way any person will allow a game like this to happen. Any person who'd even dare think of this has to be a twisted, deranged being. I started to tremble, growing panicked. Oh god, am I expected to murder someone? There is no way I could ever do that. A person with good morals would never go along with a sick game like this.

My legs started to shake before I collapsed to the floor, dread filling up my core. How the hell did I end up here in this room? A headache began to wrack my head, making me clutch my forehead with a soft whimper. I don't think I can deal with this.. I froze with disbelief, not able to process anything for awhile. I stared blankly off to the room, blue eyes popped open with shock. After staring off to space for a few minutes, I took a deep shuddering sigh before flickering my eyes to my backpack.

Shivering in panic, I deliberately placed the items lying on the floor back into the red backpack, pausing at the screwdriver in my hands. It was rusty and it contained a dark red handle.. I was expected to murder someone with this? I can't even kill a bug without screaming in fright. If I can't even slaughter a flimsy insect, how am I expected to kill a person? A human, with the same blood and bones as me?

I gazed at the huge door, knowing I'll be expected to leave soon. Soon, I'll be plunged into a dark bloody game beyond these walls..

How utterly terrifying...

A/N: Alright, this is an idea that hit me. I guess it's probably similar to those shows you may watch like Mirai Nikki, The Hunger Games (never watched it though), some manga. LOL, I'm not trying to be original or unique with this story but it's going to be written in my way. This is sorta different than the stories I normally write though, I think? Not really, I still like writing horror stories. I like romantic stories to with a side of drama, haha, though I rarely have any of those stories. I'll try to write more of those in the near future. OKAY, THIS IS LIKE ONLY THE PROLOGUE TYPE OF THING. It'll be longer later though. No romantic relationships in this story, though.

Feel free to leave some reviews, criticism or etc. Whatever, as long as you like reading my story.