Part 2
(I still own nothing)
Hearing the noise from above, they opened the door downstairs. The flickering light afforded a gruesome sight. A man, or what was left of him, lay in a bloody puddle in the center of the room. Jackson retched, and Sion turned him away from the horrible sight. "I-I don't wanna be here, I want to go back." Jackson whimpered. Sion nodded and said, "We will, just stay strong love. It should be over soon." He put his hand on his lovers head, holding him reassuringly. The pair straightened up and took a better look around. There was a knife buried hilt-deep in the wall, blood slowly leaking from the hole. Whispers echoed all over the room from nowhere, saying something unintelligible and sinister. With a hand around his lovers back, Sion and Jackson ventured to the kitchen. They found a carving knife stuck in a board, surrounded by meat that looked and smelled traitorously human. A pot was simmering with water, as yet empty. There was someone humming in the bathroom, but the pair didn't want any part of it. There was a map on the wall next to them, which they didn't remember being there before. It was a massive map, with a small dot in an orange square indicating their location. There were many places on the map, and the one they were in said, "prisoner confinement." "So, we're prisoners here? What have we done wrong?" Jackson's voice quavered. Before Sion could think of a reply, he was cut short by a voice over a speaker that said, "You have been selected to take part in a dangerous but rewarding game." The voice sounded recorded in a monotone, and the boys couldn't help but snicker a little. Then it continued. "The prize is your freedom, and your lives. Good luck to you." The voice was gone. Jackson hid in Sions shirt, and he didn't blame the poor boy. This was not a game; this was a feeding frenzy. He had to stay strong, for the sake of Jackson, and himself. They steeled themselves, readied their weapons, and looked to each other. Sion stole a kiss, and Jackson giggled and blushed. The feeling of fear was almost totally gone now, but little did they know it wouldn't last. The one from upstairs then burst through the downstairs door, bloodstained face contorted in anger, despite the sick, sadistic smile on his face.