Let the Games Begin
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Disclaimer: I don't own any of the familiar characters in this story, except for the mad, and really rich guy operating this whole thing.
A/N: Dreamt this up. Became very hyped out. Conceived something nuts.
Prologue
Stephanie turned the dial of her radio down. *Why am I here on this boring ship? It's not like I'm VIP or something.* She sat down on the bed lazily and looked out the cabin window. *Even Jericho is here.* She shivered and fell back. *And its crazy that he's the only one I've seen here.*
She turned her head to the clock. It was a couple of hours into the morning, and she wasn't surprised that she hadn't slept yet. Creepy was the only word that came to her head when she came aboard the ship. Fortunately, she discovered her other 'friend' Chris was on the opposite side of the ship, doing God knows what. But at least her problems were quite a distance away.
The wall phone at the corner of the room rang and she went over to pick it up. *What the hell is going on?*
"You've got about 5 minutes before you black out and end up somewhere else, so get packing with what ever you think is precious and wait."
The receiver's tone sounded quietly and Stephanie hung up. *What the HELL is going on?* she asked herself again. Perhaps someone was playing pranks on her, since she was agitated and frightened easily. She took whatever she thought was of value to her anyway: the photo of her family, her cell phone, and her purse. The rest was just junk.
A couple of minutes later, she grew suspicious of the rather eerie surroundings. Peeking her head out of the door, she realised how deserted this vessel really was. No life at all present on board. Chris was counted as a hunk of useless junk. Within seconds, she felt herself being pulled back and a piece of cloth slapping over her mouth, after which her world turned black.
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R
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the familiar characters in this story, except for the mad, and really rich guy operating this whole thing.
A/N: Dreamt this up. Became very hyped out. Conceived something nuts.
Prologue
Stephanie turned the dial of her radio down. *Why am I here on this boring ship? It's not like I'm VIP or something.* She sat down on the bed lazily and looked out the cabin window. *Even Jericho is here.* She shivered and fell back. *And its crazy that he's the only one I've seen here.*
She turned her head to the clock. It was a couple of hours into the morning, and she wasn't surprised that she hadn't slept yet. Creepy was the only word that came to her head when she came aboard the ship. Fortunately, she discovered her other 'friend' Chris was on the opposite side of the ship, doing God knows what. But at least her problems were quite a distance away.
The wall phone at the corner of the room rang and she went over to pick it up. *What the hell is going on?*
"You've got about 5 minutes before you black out and end up somewhere else, so get packing with what ever you think is precious and wait."
The receiver's tone sounded quietly and Stephanie hung up. *What the HELL is going on?* she asked herself again. Perhaps someone was playing pranks on her, since she was agitated and frightened easily. She took whatever she thought was of value to her anyway: the photo of her family, her cell phone, and her purse. The rest was just junk.
A couple of minutes later, she grew suspicious of the rather eerie surroundings. Peeking her head out of the door, she realised how deserted this vessel really was. No life at all present on board. Chris was counted as a hunk of useless junk. Within seconds, she felt herself being pulled back and a piece of cloth slapping over her mouth, after which her world turned black.
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