Sorry, sorry, sorry! I know I should be finishing my other stories, but this popped into my head and I can't get it out. So before you fall asleep reading this, here is The Death Games.

"The bad news is, you have a 21 out of 22 chance of dying. The good news is, one of you unlucky suckers will live."

-Chris

Chris and Chef, our two hosts, stood on the newly polished Dock of Shame awaiting the arrival of the err... um... contestants. Yeah contestants, we'll go with that. "So uhh... Mr. Hatchett-"

"Chef."

"Okay, we'll go with Chef. How did you get this job?" Chris said nervously, eyes trained on the open waters.

"I certainly didn't apply for it," Chef snorted. "and I'm assuming you didn't either." He looked Chris over, as if analyzing.

"No. You could say I was given an offer I couldn't refuse." Chris smiled almost blindingly into the camera. The flashing red dot meant it was recording. The dot was flashing.

"Your life?" Chef asked, so low with his lips barely moving, it was certain the camera didn't catch it.

Chris gave the slightest nod. He looked up at a bird and down at the ground. A horn blared in the distance. "Ah. Our campers are here." He re-applied his phony smile and walked down the dock, to greet the very first camper.

The arrivals went off without a hitch. Well except for that one girl. Ezza? Iggy? It was something like that, who had slipped off her boat and onto the dock. Chin- first I may add. Oh... and that one guy. Justin, who didn't talk much, had temporarily paralyzed everyone with his beauty.

Chris waved his arms to get everyone's attention. "Over here guys." He called. They turned in his direction, and Chris saw 22 of the saddest faces he ever saw, even those starving African kids looked better off. Don't puke, don't puke, don't puke... he thought to himself. "Welcome all of you to Camp Wawanakwa (yeah right, as if they were going to give the actual location) somewhere in Muskoka, Ontario. All 22 will be competing for your most valued possesion-"

"My diamond tennis bracelet?" Some blonde girl said, holding out her wrist. The diamonds caught the sunlight, and it sparkled. "Daddy gave it to me." She said smugly.

Chris fought the urge to slap her. "No not quite," he said, feigning cheerfulness. "Here's how the game works. Once every three days or so, you and your team will compete in a challenge. The winning team will be rewarded in some way, the losing team will vote off one of their team mates, leading them to a certain doom. Capische?"

The contestants stared back, as if surprised. "I don't get it!" The blonde girl whined.

Chris sighed. "Do you want the good news or the bad news first?"

"The bad news." One girl spoke up, Chris remembered her name was Courtney. "They need to know sooner or later."

Chris nodded. He had been informed that one knew of the plan. "The bad news is, you have a 21 out of 22 chance of dying. The good news is, one of you unlucky suckers will live." Someone gasped.

"So we're competing for our lives?" One girl asked, outraged. Her name was Eva, and Chris only remembered her name because he had thought she was a guy when she arrived. He had accidently called her Evan.

"Yeah, that's more or less right."

"More or less?" A small geeky boy piped up. Cody.

"Technically you're competing to save your life, and kill everyone else, but you were close."

"We have to kill people?" One girl screeched. Heather.

"No. We have people who take care of that. You decide who lives and dies through voting. When and if you are voted off, you will walk down the Dock of Shame, hop on the Boat of Losers and go to your impending doom."

"Dock of Shame? Boat of Losers?" A girl asked. Gwen.

"This was originally going to be a different reality show, you know one where the winner leaves with a large amount of money and the rest leave alive." Chris chuckled, that was how they forced him to be on the show. They had found out about his planned reality TV project, which was supposed to be called Total Drama Island. "I'll show you your cabins now." He led the group over to the cabins.

"These look pretty bad." One camper remarked, as a shutter fell off one of the windows.

"Well, we had little time to prepare." Chef pointed out, as a couple of shingles fell off.

"Okay, now for the teams." Chris said, and began reading names off a list. "You are the Screaming Gophers," He read more names off another list. "and you are the Killer Bass."

"Screaming Gophers? Killer Bass?" A kid named Duncan snorted. "What kind of names are that?"

"Humor me kid." Chris replied. "These are your sleeping arrangements..." he continued, and when everyone was aware of where they would living the last summer of their lives, he said," By the way, here's your mail."

"Mail?" A girl named Leshawna asked.

"Yeah. Apparently, some people actually want to talk to you before you die. Only family wrote letters though." He threw the letters on the ground and walked away.

There was a mad dash as the contestants scrambled to get there mail, and began reading it.

"Hey! Cole sent me a letter!" Cody exclaimed, as he tore the letter out of the package.

"Cole?" Beth asked.

"Yeah my brother. He's probably saying sorry. It's not his fault though, I volunteered." Cody replied, shrugging.

"Volunteered?" asked Gwen. "For what?"

"You know, to be here. You see my brother Cole was supposed to be here and they came to get him just a few days ago. But he has diabetes, and if he went into shock here he would die, so yeah... I said I would go. Of course I didn't know the whole point of the game was to kill everybody off." Cody laughed. "I guess I spoke too soon."

"Well, I didn't volunteer." Trent said, with a half smirk on his face. "They picked me up. I'm a runaway, and I was living on the streets when they found me. They told me to come with them and they would find me a place to stay, and then a couple days later, I found myself here."

"Same here." DJ said. "They just picked me up off the streets."

"Nobody picked me up." Lindsay spoke up. "All I remember is going to sleep on my bed, and waking up on some sort of boat." She looked around, and became surprised when she realized something. "Heather, where's your mail?"

Heather laughed, and the campers were surprised at how haunted it sounded. "Mail? Who would I get mail from? My mother? My brother? I don't think so."

"Why?" Gwen asked.

"Do you really want to know?" Heather asked, and the campers nodded. "It happened like this..."

I was stirring a pot that was on top of the one working element on my stove. "Supper!" I called, and began serving it when my brother came from his room. The door bell rang.

"I'll get it!" my brother yelled. Swinging the door open, to reveal two men in suits.

"Mom!" I shouted. "What did you do this time?" My mother came from her room, and she didn't look happy.

"No." My brother said, shaking his head. "It's for you Heather."

"See?" my mother said. "I'm going back to bed."

"No." One of the men said. "We need you to sign for something."

"What?" my mother screeched. "What did she do?"

"Nothing but..." One of the men started. "Oh just read this."

My mom read it over. "You want me to sacrifice my daughter's life?" she screeched again.

"Heather's going to die?" my brother whimpered, and I felt like puking.

"No. Compete for her life." he said. "It's really quite different."

"What if I don't sign it?" My mom said, testing him.

"Then we kill her here." His finger twitched towards his holster. My mom signed it and gave it to them. "We'll be taking your daughter now."

Heather smirked. "So I turn towards my mom, and notice that she has tears in her eyes. So I start to say..."

"It will be okay mom." I say. "I'll just have to win."

My mother shakes her head and says, "No. I'm okay. It's just that I've always known you were a mistake Heather, I just didn't know anyone else realized it."

"And that's when I realized," Heather said, hysterical now, "that they were happy tears." She sobbed and sobbed.

"That's the opposite of what happened to me," Gwen said. "My mother wouldn't give me up. And then they said it was now or later, so she should sign, but she wouldn't sign. So they shot her in the arm, nothing fatal, but she passed out. Then they made my older brother sign, as they held the gun to my head."

Duncan laughed. "At least somebody signed for you." He said. "Juvie just surrendered me, and told my parents I had died of infection. My parents think I'm dead, but I'm here." He laughed again. "Not that they'll miss me."

So it went arond in a circle, until everybody's letters were open, and everybody had shared their story, except for Courtney.

"What about you Courtney?" Bridgette asked her. Bridgette herself had been taken from a hospital.

Courtney smiled as she ripped up her letter. "That was my mom telling me how sorry she was for killing me."

"You mean she's sorry for signing you away?" Geoff asked.

Courtney laughed. "I wish. Do you wonder why you're here, all of you?"

"Of course." Ezekiel said.

"There's this organization called 22, because it started out with 22 members. Now there's 23, but who's counting? Anyways they all put out bets on each one of us, saying who they thought would live. The member whose person lives gets a nice raise, and gets to move up a little in status. The player who wins this game, becomes the new boss when they come of age."

"Boss of what?" Harold asked.

"The most powerful organization in the world. Anyways, my mom's one of those members, and when they were deciding between two girls to compete, a crazy and a suicidal one, my mother suggested me, because she didn't want to hurt anyone else's kids." Courtney laughed here. "And the suicidal girl? She jumped off a bridge shortly after. She would have died anyways."

"That's horrible!" Trent said.

"Not really." Courtney said. "Someone had to do it." She got up. "Welcome to The Death Games."

The red dots on the cameras stopped flashing.

What did you think? -Pursuit