PROFILE OF THE CHOSEN
NAME: Beatrice Prior
AGE: 19
FAMILY STATUS:
-Andrew Prior and Natalie Prior- Killed in Car Accident by Teen
-Caleb Prior- Finished Army Training and Married
HANGOUTS: Library, Home, Coffee Shop
TESTER: #6 GROUP B
DATE OF ASSIGNED CAPTURE: June 17
It was supposed to be a normal day for Tris.
June 17. Summer. No school. What could be worse?
Well, except for the fact that she didn't have any family to spend her vacation with.
But little did she know, that her very life could change just by making the wrong turn.
Tris was sitting in her room, comfortable and chilled by the AC running when it happened.
She was actually playing a Minecraft mini-game with other players when her Skype popped up while on line with someone.
That's weird, Tris thought, I'm not even calling anyone.
She moved her fingers across the little mouse pad to the top right where the red X resided when a loud screech came from her speakers.
She was suddenly on a video chat with someone.
But there was no face, just a blue default profile
Tris' face scrunches into confusion and small worry.
"What is going on?" She whispered to herself quietly under her breath.
She moved to end the call when her face camera lit up, reflecting her bluish-grey eyes and blond hair.
DON'T END THE CALL. The person had typed.
Tris jumped involuntarily. She didn't know whether the creepy part was the immediate text, or the fact that it knew what she was just about to do.
You are going to follow my directions. And you are going to follow them now. It ordered.
Tris huffs in annoyance and moves the little cursor over to the "Sign Out" button- when the person rapidly sends a message.
DON'T END THE CALL! IF YOU SIGN OUT..
Tris pauses and holds her breath.
IF YOU SIGN OUT.. You'll die
This needs to be a goddamn prank. Tris told herself- but she wasn't assured by it anymore.
Listen. To. Me.
Tris shakes her shoulders to loosen the sudden heaviness she feels.
To assure herself nothing was seriously wrong, she spoke, trying to gather up all her strength. "Okay, I'm listening."
Good.
Um, how did they just hear me? She thinks in bewilderment.
...Let's play a short game.
Lights Out ;)
Suddenly, every light bulb in Tris' apartment fuses and she lets out a scream.
It was something she never did.
The cold bids you a good bye.
Tris' AC that was running slowly turns off.
Transfer this to your phone.
Not wanting to take any chances, Tris grabs her phone and gets the person on Skype from her Laptop.
Her Laptop shuts down and now whoever was sending messages was on her phone.
You're very good at directions.
Tris takes a shaky breath. "T-Thank you."
Let's continue.
Walk outside.
Tris finds herself moving to grab her shoes, then walking out of her apartment and into the warm weather outside.
She sees a black flash of clothing gasps. "What was that?!"
We are watching you. One wrong move, your soul will be meeting your Maker.
Tris tenses and shuts her eyes tightly.
Her phone vibrates.
Let's play another game. It's called Simon says.
Simon says, walk forward to the curb.
Tris moves to the curb quickly.
And so it began, Simon says, and Tris follows every instruction.
She ends up at the beginning of a forest trail.
Simon says, now walk forward.
Tris brings one foot in front of the other into a straight line until she ends up at 2 curves.
Left and Right.
Turn Right.
So she makes the biggest mistake of her life.
She turns right.
The last thing she sees before feeling a sharp pain is 2 other messages.
I didn't say Simon says.
GAME OVER.
Tris groans and opens her eyes while squinting. She has a head ache.
The moment Tris' fuzzy vision clears she bolts up.
She's in a bed. Where? She did not know.
She remembered the earlier events of someone hacking into her laptop. Frantically, she whips her head around to get an idea of where she was.
-It was one of the first things Caleb, her brother, had taught her to do.
Always know your surroundings.
Tris gets up and moves her hand frustratingly to rake through her hair when she spots something shiny.
A mirror.
She walks toward it and inhales a sharp breath when she spots herself.
Someone had changed her clothes.
She didn't know whether to feel thankful or extremely mortified.
Tris was wearing Gladiator sandals that reached her knees, black denim shorts, a black t-shirt hoodie, and her hair was in a mess yet it looked neat. She spotted, on her shoulder, that near the tattoo of three black ravens on her collar bone was a number and some words.
She squinted and came up with this. #6 Group B
What? Was she a test subject? Tris shook her head and finally looked at her face.
Her bangs covered her eyes. As she brushed them back, she discovered that her eyes had been lined with eyeliner and mascara that gave her boring eyes a blue dangerous look.
Tris, for once, actually felt pretty.
Except, when studying herself more carefully, she also felt like some type of killer or gladiator
And killers played dangerous games.
Tris turned around and surveyed the room she was in.
There was one light bulb hanging from a thin wire, concrete walls, no windows, and one black door.
Tris takes a deep breath and walks over to it.
Please don't be like the movies where I spot a ghost behind this door. She thinks to herself.
Tris slowly turns the knob and immediately yelps as a loud screech sounds from in front of her.
There's a bright light, Tris squints so that her eyes can adjust.
It's a screen. And it has writing on it.
Tris inches forward and begins to read.
It's the same person that hacked into her laptop.
Oh Goody, another game. However, this one, seems to be the real deal. It's called, *Survival Of the Fittest*. There are 2 groups, A and B. 5 boys and 5 girls in each. Go meet your other teammates in the Cafeteria. There will be injuries, there will be death, but play it right, you survive and win.
Automatic disqualification if cheating with the opposite team.
"Another game." Tris whispers. "They're dressing me up like a doll and forcing me to play their game."
She looks down the long, dark corridor where supposedly, a door marked Cafeteria lies.
Please tell me this is just a dream. If not, then a prank. She thinks pleadingly to herself as she takes a deep breath and begins walking down the hall.
Tris drags her hand across the wall since it's dark.
Her fingertips touch something solid and cool.
Tris looks up.
It's the door to the Cafeteria.
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