So, a lot of you probably know about my 'hit-series' Life of Tuesday (lol). I have found that I no longer have an interest in that story and it tends to overwhelm me now. However, I liked the feel of it, so I've created something similar, but better. You'll notice my two OCs Azazel and Griffin are here. That's because this story takes place about ten years into the future, when the Life of Tuesday kids are all in their twenties and graduated. On that note,
Introduce yourself to Serial Mansion.
"Is the list ready, Sire?"
Azazel turned, smirking slightly. "Yes. I've choosen my favorites."
His childhood friend, Griffin, stood behind him, pale white. Griffin knew better than to show emotion around Azazel.
"You picked a good group this time," Azazel purred, his smug expression only getting more smug. "Almost had trouble picking only four."
Griffin stiffened, uncomfortable.
Azazel smiled at him, pleased with his discomfort.
"Well, time to see what they've got."
Cressida had been walking home from school when she was grabbed and sweet-smelling cloth was put to her mouth. She'd tried to put up a fight, but lost in the end.
Now she found herself tied to a chair, blindfolded, and cold. It was hard to get a good breath in whatever room she'd found herself in.
She could hear muffled mumbling from beside her, but didn't know if that was other captives or the kidnappers.
"Welcome friends!" An overly cheery voice blasted through the room. "I've created a special game for you!"
Cressida cringed. The noise hurt her ears, but she also felt strangely uncomfortable when the man spoke. Something was eeriely about the way he so happily announced things to her.
"Its called Don't Hide, Don't Seek! Its quite simple; find a way out of the building by giving up one of your senses! Taste isn't an option, though, because it wouldn't do much to you at all. However, touch, sight, hearing, and smell are still up for debate!"
Cressida felt her heart beat faster. She had to give up one of her senses... indefinitely? Would she get them back?
"If you can escape without whichever sense you chose, I will supply it back to you and set you free! However, if you fail to escape, you will die in one of the many traps that coat this four-story house."
Cressida got her answer, but now she didn't want it. How do you give someone a sense back after taking it away?
"I will also be searching for you precious friends, and if I find you, I will kill you, so don't run into me!"
Cressida felt her throat tighten. This was straight out of a horror movie.
"That's it for now! Bye!"
Cressida's blindfold was ripped off, and she squinted at the sudden light. Multiple masked guards stood in the room, mostly in the corners.
She looked to her left, finding three other captives around her age.
On the end, was a biracial girl, who looked more frightened than Cressida could imagine. The one beside her was a boy with light brown hair and freckles. He appeared to be in deep thought about something. And the one closest to her was another boy. This one was hispanic, with bright red eyes and black, spiked hair. He resembled quite a few of those anime bad boy characters Cressida had seen before.
The door opened, revealing a tall, muscular male. He was dashing, with light, curly blond hair and bright green eyes. However, any ounce of handsomeness in the man faded when he smiled a cruel, sadistic smile.
"You have three minutes to hide."
That's all for now. If there's a bit of interest shown, then I'll continue this series. If not, I'll probably just move on to something else. Anyway, thanks for reading.
~Lace