Let the Games Begin
R
A/N: Sheesh.
Chapter One
*I had the weirdest dream...*
Stephanie opened her eyes, but she saw black, except for a few little spaces of light peeking through from where she was. *Uh oh, not good.* Her hands felt around, and it seemed like she was confined to somewhere extremely cramped and small, since she was curled up into a fetal position. *I'm in a crate. Why am I in a crate?* She panicked silently and felt around somemore, hoping for something useful. To her surprise, she found something more than useful; a crowbar.
With slight struggle, she managed to shift the heavy tool in front of her and force the head of it into a space, cranking it backwards with all her might. After a couple of tries, she successfully broke the wood into two, leaving a bigger space. Sand. What was she doing on a beach? She broke her way out of the box to find herself smelling the fresh air of the sea, her feet touching damp sand. But this was no good. Where were her things?
She noticed that there was some faint footprints in the sand, and she decided to follow it. No way was she going to die here alone. As soon as the prints got deeper she looked up.
"YOU!" together they yelled in unison, fingers pointed at each other.
"Is this a joke?" Stephanie asked angrily.
"If it was, I'd be laughing!" Chris replied, unamused.
"What the hell are you doing here?" they said together again.
"Would you let me talk first?" Stephanie demanded. Chris folded his arms and waited. "Okay. What the HELL are we doing here?"
"How am I supposed to know? And why do you have a crowbar?"
"Because it was with me when I was in that stupid crate!" Her fingers tightened around it. "There's another crate there, and I am going to open it. If I don't find my stuff there, I'm going to kill you with this, and eat your sorry ass for breakfast, lunch AND dinner!"
"Take it easy. No need to get cheeky," he said, raising his hands in defense.
She frustratedly groaned and stomped over to the last remaining unopened crate. *He'd better not be up to something.* The nails came off easily, and she pushed the lid aside. "You're a very lucky man Jericho," she said, finding some sort of relief in her to find he things, as well as some other items.
"What else did you find?" he asked ignoring her remarks as he made his way to her.
"Utility knife, blanket, shirt, wallet," she listed, tossing each one behind her.
"Those are my stuff!" He said and hurried towards the items he had recognised, strung along the sand. Stephanie walked away half-heartedly and sat down near the water.
*What am I going to do? I'm going to die...* she thought, staring into the cracked frame. *I can't die, not now.*
Chris saw her running her fingers over the photo. *Can't she ever do anything to help?* He frowned and continued to salvage whatever he could find in the crate. *I can't believe I'm stuck with her for... God knows how long. Not too long, I hope.*
When he turned, he found her crying, her knees bound to her chest, rocking to and fro. *Not now...*
"What now?" he said, grumpily sitting next to her with his things in his lap. He didn't feel like watching her cry at this moment anyway.
"Leave me alone," she muffled, refusing to look up. "We're gonna die anyway."
"What?" he said. "Who says?"
"I do." Her head rested on her arms uncomfortably. "At least I am."
"So because you're the princess, when you say we're gonna die, we're gonna die. We're not going to. Not you, not me. I don't care how much you don't like me, you're going to work that royal butt off with me to survive, whether you like it or not." He scratched the back of his head. "Here," he said, handing her a folded sheet of crisp paper. "I found this at the base of the crate."
'Dear kids,
I've seen the way you've interacted on television and realised how much fun it would actually be if I placed you on a dangerous private island of mine. Its forty two days, and I'm sure something interesting's bound to happen. I just can't wait. Let the games begin. Get started! I'm watching.
~Signed, a gazillionaire'
Stephanie frowned. "What are we going to do with forty-two boring days? And the island's dangerous. Anything to say?"
"Let's get started." Chris stood and made his way to the broken crate Stephanie was in.
Stephanie set her things on the ground away from the water and waited for him to order her around. She didn't know what to do at all.
"You could help me," Chris said, who put his foot on the crate and tried to take the planks apart one by one. His fingers dug into the spaces and pulled hard, but to no avail.
Stephanie walked over and used the crowbar like a pro. "Have you no brains enough to notice this?" she said, gritting her teeth as she tried to force the rest of the wooden pieces off. "I can't believe I'm doing this."
Chris made a face at her. "I can't believe you. You'd better believe all of this."
"I shall believe all of this."
After all that hard work, they sat down together at where they were before for a break. "You realise we have no shelter," Chris said, searching her face for a reaction.
"We don't? Oh."
"Don't expect a villa nearby, then."
"Can we just find a cave?"
"Do you think we can find a cave? Does it look like they have caves here?"
"No," Stephanie replied with a frown. "I'm going to murder the guy who did this."
"Damn him straight to hell." Chris froze. "I now sound like JR," he added calmly. "...You want to work on that shelter soon?"
"Whatever." The waters washed past her feet cooly and returned back. Maybe this wasn't so bad after all. She had a sea, probably an ocean to confide in everyday, just to relax. And with Chris by her side---
What was Chris going to do these forty-two days? That would be INSANE! Whining and bitching and everything else she had to tolerate. Or was that simply her? She found him quite decent so far, surprisingly. Unfortunately, she didn't know exactly how long it would last. Hopefully, he wouldn't be as much a pain as what she made him out to be.
"Alrighty then," Chris said out of nowhere. "Some help you are."
"I'm sorry that I hate to be bossed around."
"I realised that long ago. I have common sense you know."
"Again, I apologise for assuming the opposite," she said.
"You're quite... You don't really seem to be able to throw insults anymore, you know that? You've changed."
"Do you think I really care?" Stephanie frowned and searched in her purse that lay in her lap for something. She pulled out her photo and stared at it expressionlessly. "I miss them. We're never a family anymore."
"...I can't do anything about it, can I?"
"You're so... Insensitive. I'm just asking you to listen, that's all." Stephanie frowned. "I wonder why is it so hard for you just to listen. Sometimes you could not be my enemy."
"That'll be a hard feat, dudette."
"Anyway, I'm glad that... That I'm here with someone reliable." She hated to admit it, but it was true. She felt that way.
"I suppose that you're not so bad so far."
"Then we'll work together," Stephanie said, extending her hand. "We're going, to no matter what, so, I shall call it a truce."
"Truce." Then they both shook hands.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
A/N: Merry Christmas! :):P. *hugs and kisses [no pun intended]*
R
A/N: Sheesh.
Chapter One
*I had the weirdest dream...*
Stephanie opened her eyes, but she saw black, except for a few little spaces of light peeking through from where she was. *Uh oh, not good.* Her hands felt around, and it seemed like she was confined to somewhere extremely cramped and small, since she was curled up into a fetal position. *I'm in a crate. Why am I in a crate?* She panicked silently and felt around somemore, hoping for something useful. To her surprise, she found something more than useful; a crowbar.
With slight struggle, she managed to shift the heavy tool in front of her and force the head of it into a space, cranking it backwards with all her might. After a couple of tries, she successfully broke the wood into two, leaving a bigger space. Sand. What was she doing on a beach? She broke her way out of the box to find herself smelling the fresh air of the sea, her feet touching damp sand. But this was no good. Where were her things?
She noticed that there was some faint footprints in the sand, and she decided to follow it. No way was she going to die here alone. As soon as the prints got deeper she looked up.
"YOU!" together they yelled in unison, fingers pointed at each other.
"Is this a joke?" Stephanie asked angrily.
"If it was, I'd be laughing!" Chris replied, unamused.
"What the hell are you doing here?" they said together again.
"Would you let me talk first?" Stephanie demanded. Chris folded his arms and waited. "Okay. What the HELL are we doing here?"
"How am I supposed to know? And why do you have a crowbar?"
"Because it was with me when I was in that stupid crate!" Her fingers tightened around it. "There's another crate there, and I am going to open it. If I don't find my stuff there, I'm going to kill you with this, and eat your sorry ass for breakfast, lunch AND dinner!"
"Take it easy. No need to get cheeky," he said, raising his hands in defense.
She frustratedly groaned and stomped over to the last remaining unopened crate. *He'd better not be up to something.* The nails came off easily, and she pushed the lid aside. "You're a very lucky man Jericho," she said, finding some sort of relief in her to find he things, as well as some other items.
"What else did you find?" he asked ignoring her remarks as he made his way to her.
"Utility knife, blanket, shirt, wallet," she listed, tossing each one behind her.
"Those are my stuff!" He said and hurried towards the items he had recognised, strung along the sand. Stephanie walked away half-heartedly and sat down near the water.
*What am I going to do? I'm going to die...* she thought, staring into the cracked frame. *I can't die, not now.*
Chris saw her running her fingers over the photo. *Can't she ever do anything to help?* He frowned and continued to salvage whatever he could find in the crate. *I can't believe I'm stuck with her for... God knows how long. Not too long, I hope.*
When he turned, he found her crying, her knees bound to her chest, rocking to and fro. *Not now...*
"What now?" he said, grumpily sitting next to her with his things in his lap. He didn't feel like watching her cry at this moment anyway.
"Leave me alone," she muffled, refusing to look up. "We're gonna die anyway."
"What?" he said. "Who says?"
"I do." Her head rested on her arms uncomfortably. "At least I am."
"So because you're the princess, when you say we're gonna die, we're gonna die. We're not going to. Not you, not me. I don't care how much you don't like me, you're going to work that royal butt off with me to survive, whether you like it or not." He scratched the back of his head. "Here," he said, handing her a folded sheet of crisp paper. "I found this at the base of the crate."
'Dear kids,
I've seen the way you've interacted on television and realised how much fun it would actually be if I placed you on a dangerous private island of mine. Its forty two days, and I'm sure something interesting's bound to happen. I just can't wait. Let the games begin. Get started! I'm watching.
~Signed, a gazillionaire'
Stephanie frowned. "What are we going to do with forty-two boring days? And the island's dangerous. Anything to say?"
"Let's get started." Chris stood and made his way to the broken crate Stephanie was in.
Stephanie set her things on the ground away from the water and waited for him to order her around. She didn't know what to do at all.
"You could help me," Chris said, who put his foot on the crate and tried to take the planks apart one by one. His fingers dug into the spaces and pulled hard, but to no avail.
Stephanie walked over and used the crowbar like a pro. "Have you no brains enough to notice this?" she said, gritting her teeth as she tried to force the rest of the wooden pieces off. "I can't believe I'm doing this."
Chris made a face at her. "I can't believe you. You'd better believe all of this."
"I shall believe all of this."
After all that hard work, they sat down together at where they were before for a break. "You realise we have no shelter," Chris said, searching her face for a reaction.
"We don't? Oh."
"Don't expect a villa nearby, then."
"Can we just find a cave?"
"Do you think we can find a cave? Does it look like they have caves here?"
"No," Stephanie replied with a frown. "I'm going to murder the guy who did this."
"Damn him straight to hell." Chris froze. "I now sound like JR," he added calmly. "...You want to work on that shelter soon?"
"Whatever." The waters washed past her feet cooly and returned back. Maybe this wasn't so bad after all. She had a sea, probably an ocean to confide in everyday, just to relax. And with Chris by her side---
What was Chris going to do these forty-two days? That would be INSANE! Whining and bitching and everything else she had to tolerate. Or was that simply her? She found him quite decent so far, surprisingly. Unfortunately, she didn't know exactly how long it would last. Hopefully, he wouldn't be as much a pain as what she made him out to be.
"Alrighty then," Chris said out of nowhere. "Some help you are."
"I'm sorry that I hate to be bossed around."
"I realised that long ago. I have common sense you know."
"Again, I apologise for assuming the opposite," she said.
"You're quite... You don't really seem to be able to throw insults anymore, you know that? You've changed."
"Do you think I really care?" Stephanie frowned and searched in her purse that lay in her lap for something. She pulled out her photo and stared at it expressionlessly. "I miss them. We're never a family anymore."
"...I can't do anything about it, can I?"
"You're so... Insensitive. I'm just asking you to listen, that's all." Stephanie frowned. "I wonder why is it so hard for you just to listen. Sometimes you could not be my enemy."
"That'll be a hard feat, dudette."
"Anyway, I'm glad that... That I'm here with someone reliable." She hated to admit it, but it was true. She felt that way.
"I suppose that you're not so bad so far."
"Then we'll work together," Stephanie said, extending her hand. "We're going, to no matter what, so, I shall call it a truce."
"Truce." Then they both shook hands.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
A/N: Merry Christmas! :):P. *hugs and kisses [no pun intended]*