I don't own Minecraft. That'd be Notch, his partners, Mojang, and affiliate companies.
I've messed around with deciding on leaving this on or off. But in the end I decided, after a long while, to leave it on. I liked writing it and personally want to see how this fanfiction ends myself.
"Welcome to the Coliseum!" A voice boomed.
I blinked and stood. My head felt fuzzy, but was clearing up fast. My vision was blurry for a bit, but I could look around and see who was talking.
I gaped at my situation. I was in the Survival Games. Usually, I just heard of these brutish events at the tavern, drinking apple cider. Now, I'd be a contender. Only one winner could be crowned, and they'd receive riches and fame beyond their wildest dreams.
In the center was a massive trap. Not a true trap, really, as it was just eight chests around a stone stump. The chests were inside a pseudo-temple, with vine-covered pillars as the perimeter.
The chests themselves weren't Trap Chests. These were useful in that when opened, they'd emit a redstone signal, anything powered by redstone nearby would activate. No, these were dangerous because of the strange pull people have to new things.
Most normally rushed to the middle, and gained armor and weapons. After that, there'd be a slaughter in the center with the best surviving and potentially making allies. Some more sensible, or at least less foolhardy, people would run from the center. They hope to find chests out in the wilderness or structures.
Now, I'm in the Survival Games, surrounded by people who'd probably kill me without a second thought. After all, it's kill or be killed in here.
I looked around to see who I was up against. Some guys were big and ready to rumble. Others. like me, were smaller and ready to run. The girls were the same in that they were all different.
One looked at me as I looked her over, and we kept eye contact for a few seconds before she broke it to continue her sweep. I blinked and kept looking around.
No one else kept eye contact with me. So that meant there was something different about her. I reexamined her. She was lithe, and her long brown hair went past her shoulders. If I had to guess, she'd run away.
Perhaps I'll run in her direction, I thought. No, I chided myself, no one can be trusted. For all I know, she kept eye contact with me to see how I'd hold up.
Then the announcer boomed, "Alright, now that all of you are awake and alert, we can start soon. Do not try to get off your platform, or you will be blown up. There are pressure plates around your platform connected to TNT. Once the games begin, the plates will deactivate."
He continued. "The only rule is to survive. Do whatever you want after that, because there's no such thing as foul play in here."
A feminine voice spoke. "We here wish you the best of luck. However, there may only be one victor. May the odds be ever in your favor."
The male announcer was back. "Now, only five seconds remain before the games start. Be careful you don't start early," he chuckled. The was a cut-off sound signifying the disconnection of the people above us, and then a cannon sounded.
Suddenly everyone rushed in some direction, and I realized we had begun. I ran straight in the opposite direction of the chests, and towards the forests. I lunged up for a vine, and climbed to the top of a tree.
Moving some leaves around to make myself unseen, I watched the center. The girl I saw earlier dashed across the battlefield in the center. She snatched some steak from a guy's hand before he could swing his sword.
I jumped to the next tree, and the next tree. Lucky the trees are so close together, I thought. Of course, in thinking this I distracted myself and miscalculated my jump. The ground rushed up to meet me.
A sickening snap entered my ear, and I looked down to see bone shards coming out of my ankle. The bloody limb gave off no pain, strangely enough, and I even felt cold.
I'm going into shock, I realized. Hobbling under a tree, I snapped off a branch to dig myself a little hole. I even pulled some leaves over the hole so it'd seem to be a bush.
No sooner had I jumped in and hid myself than a new voice rang out. "I heard it come from this way!" I peeked through the foliage and saw a rather big guy a foot from my hiding place.
I squeaked and made myself small. He must have heard my whimper.
"I heard something just now." He seemed to be sniffing the air for my scent. I panicked and rolled around in my hole covering myself in mud. I heard it was good for masking my scent.
Unfortunately, in my movement I jostled a few leaves from above. As they fell my frantic rolling crunched the leaves. The big guy kicked my fake bush off.
"What do we have here? See, I told you I wasn't crazy!" My eyes were wide with fear, and he grabbed me by my now grimy shirt.
"Now listen up, pipsqueak. We're gonna give you a choice. Join us, and survive until the end. Or refuse, and die now as I crush you like a twig." To emphasize this, he stepped on a branch and broke it in half.
I squirmed, trying to escape these people and their rhetorical question.
Some girl fingered her bowstring absent-mindedly. One guy had two hatchets, both covered in blood. Another guy had a sword scabbard at his hip, his hand on the hilt. The guy holding me had bloodshot eyes, and I smelled potion off him.
He must be using some Strength potion and his already impressive strength for an overkill combo. If they're waiting, then this isn't a rhetorical question...
They were ready for either answer, so I looked at my prospects.
On one hand, I could run. But with this broken ankle and the helpful shock fading fast, I couldn't see myself getting far. I'd be killed after that, or possibly during, if the archer had any skill.
If I joined... I'd have nearly guaranteed survival and protection. They might be able to fix my leg. I'd get tools and maybe food. I wouldn't be lonely. But with only one winner able to be crowned, infighting would start. Oh well. It'd be a good ride until then.
I gulped. "I'll join you."
Not much, is it? That was just the first chapter. Our protagonist joins a group for safety, but nothing is safe in the Survival Games. Next chapter will be up someday. I hope you liked it, and if you like my style, read my other works too. Read, review, relax, repeat.