The teenagers woke up, all looking at each other with terrified expressions on their faces. For even though none could see what hideous contraption they themselves were hooked up to, they could clearly see what the others were connected to.
As they looked around, they saw no windows and a simple staircase in one corner of the room, on which, leaning calmly, was the boy.
Johnny smiled. He had perfectly calculated that they'd all wake up at that precise instant. Now, the fun could begin.
He walked into the center of all the machines, so that the contraptions formed a rough circle 270 degrees around him. Then, setting down a home kareoke amplifier, he picked up the microphone and made like a basketball game announcer.
"LET'S GET READY TO RUMBLLLLLLEEEE!!! Here, my dear friends, is my classroom. Many people have learned valuable lessons here in this very room, so I suggest, for your sake, that you do the same." He was smiling now.
"Now, little girl, you look like a sporty sort. What extracurricular activities do you participate in?"
"Uhhh…I'm a cheerleader," she answered uncertainly.
"AAH!!! DEMON!!!" Johnny flicked a switch and a horrible ripping sound resounded as the girl was torn five different directions. Her blood splattered all over everything-and everyone- in the room. "Wrong answer," Johnny answered calmly.
The other girls took the example. Johnny walked up to one of the guys with the huge muscles. "I suppose that you're going to tell me that you play football?" Johnny grinned.
"Screw you! I can't believe this! You got us strapped into death-machines, and you expect us to TALK to you?"
Johnny shrugged. Then he pulled a lever. The boy was quickly bored through with a huge drill that had been secretly concealed behind him all the while. No one even noticed it. Now, it was hard to miss the shining, bloodstained steel going straight through him.
"I would have expected more of you people. Talking with me prolongs your life-span here, and I should think that anyone would be able to grasp that concept."
He suddenly got excited. "In fact, I'll play a game with you! Every time someone answers a question the way I want it answered, I'll lean on the wall for five minutes, and won't move. You can try to escape and I won't do a thing about it. If you're up those stairs and out of my sight by the time five minutes is done, I'll forget about you. But here's the catch. For every wrong answer, I make a mark on your head with this chalk. Three marks, and I pull a little lever or push a little button. And I think your puny minds can comprehend what happens what I do that."
Johnny was almost jumping up and down now. "AND, as an added bonus, since we're all such good friends here, You can call me Nny!"
And so the game begun…
