It was tense, standing there, waiting. Somehow, 'The Crew', as Rage fondly called them, had managed to enter The Games. They weren't quite sure how this had happened, though most of them blamed Tyde for some sense of normality, but the fact that they were there now was solidified by the pile in the middle of them, the packs a ways behind each one of them, and the surrounding forest, the trees looking menacing in the threatening atmosphere.

Rage eyed the pile, and looked up at the in-view opponents he had to face. Evanz who looked somewhat upset, kept looking back toward the forest. Gubiak, who was between Rage and Evanz, was close enough Rage could see he had a set jaw, a determined look. He gulped at exactly what that determination could be for. Looking to his right, he saw Hollow next to him, and Pocket in the next spot. Hollow looked towards Pocket with a concerned determination, and she smiled uneasily. As he turned back, Rage caught his eye. Hollow glanced down, and faced forwards.

"You're against me then." Rage stated quietly, facing forward.

"'Fraid so, Raje." He confirmed it more quietly than Rage could ever be.

Rage flexed his hands, wishing it would just start already but not daring to move. At that moment, a hologram of a gray face with just a mouth showed. Everyone re-grounded themselves.

"Remember," The voice echoed, "If you do not play the game, we will have no choice but to kill you all in unimaginable ways." It smiled a smile you would only see on a killer. "3..."

"2..."

"1..."

"GO!"

Rage ran towards his pack, and veered pick up the one behind Hollow as well seeing as he went for the pile. As he jogged off into the forest, regretting not exercising enough, it was more real now than any time before.

The games had begun.


This is considerably short, but I was just getting a feel for the story. Should get longer from here.