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Layer one) Entering The Game.

Shocked he held his breath. 'This couldn't be true right?' He swallowed dryly. 'There was just no way they were stuck here… and have to play a game to survive, right?' Tense he pushed himself back against the wall feeling the coldness of the iron. 'No, it had to be a trick, or some very sick joke. There was just no way I and Sands-'

"You have…twelve hours until The Game." A mechanical voice drilled through the room.

'This is just a very sick joke… Lorenzo did this, yeah that's it.' He smiled nervously. 'Just a joke.'

"El?" It sounded from the other end of the room. "Do you think that fuckshit is kidding?" He paused. "I mean… there is nothing like a deadly game, right? It has to be the CIA trying to fuck with me, right?"

"Why do you ask me?" He grunted.

"Because you're the only person in the god damn room, simpleminded, that's why!" Sands snapped back.

He clenched his teeth. For a moment he forgot he was talking to Sands, the man that simply had a snappy comeback for everything. Ever since he first met the man he knew he meant trouble.

"So, The, is it still dark in the room?" Sands said to him after a long pause.

"Si, still no light." He answered shortly, not in the mood to talk, especially not to Sands. He needed to think, need to think about this whole situation. Needed to-"

" Eleven and half hour left until The Game, use you're time wisely..."

A cold shiver run throw his body. "Why do I get the feeling-"

Sands cut him off. "Like we're been watched?"

He nodded pointless. "Si." Very uncomfortable he pushed his knees up and wrapped his arms around them. 'Why is it here so cold?'

"El? I think it's no joke… I think this shit might be for real… Think about it, why would anyone go through so much trouble, just to scare us shitless?"

El felt his stomach turn around. "I don't think they want to scare us, Gringo. I think they want us dead."

The man across the room let out a soft gasp. "But… that doesn't make any sense, why not just shoot use?"

El closed his eye's, his head still hurt from the drugs ore whatever the shot into his neck. He didn't remember much from the day, or day's, before. The only thing he did remember was that he was walking back to his home after a night of playing. Then something stung in his neck and the first thing he saw when he opened his eyes again was darkness.

His eyes shot open. "They want to torture us first. I once hear about something called El juego del Destino, The game of Doom. It was one of the ways of the Cartels to get there enemy to speak. They questioned the poor man, if they didn't speak or didn't knew the answer the got thrown into a ring. In that ring were wild dogs, snakes or other deadly animals. After a while they got dragged up from the ring and got asked the same question." He stopped for a moment. "Mostly El juego del Destino, got used for entertainment."

Sands snored. "Jee, El you just know how to cheer up a guy don't ya? I don't want to know what kind of bedtime stories you tell." El threw daggers at the other side of the room and a silence fell.

"Ten hours until The Game, better start preparing…"

"Fuck you!"

"Nine hours until The Game, better prepare good."

"Go fuck yourself."

"Sands, shut up!"

"Fuck you, mind your own business!"

Again silence.

"Eight hours until The Game, pay attention to the time you have left…"

"I swear if that motherfucker says one more word I'll-"

"Sands shut up! I want some rest!"

"Like I care!"

Somehow he drifted into sleep. Not a very long sleep ,though. Something woke him up. Angry his eyes opened and immediately he was blinded by sharp light shining into the room. Confused he looked around. The room was made fully out of iron. There was no door nor window to see. Just cold smooth iron surrounding him. With his open mouth he stood up and turned around, looking up to the roof and back tot the floor. "Santa Maria, what is this place!"

"Owh, goody, I guess you can see again." It sounded moody from the ground. El glared at Sands, but didn't respond.

A little disappointed Sands continued. "So, what's the room like?"

Slowly he walked to the nearest wall and touched the cold iron. "It's iron, every single thing is made of iron. With no windows ore doors…"

"Don't talk shit El, there has to be a door how else did we get in!"

"No si." Frowning he looked up to the roof. 'Something is very wrong here. Why is there no trail of a way in… or out…'

"One hour until The Game, better notice something or get stuck already…"

El rolled his eye's. 'Why doesn't that thing just shut up! There was nothing to notice or do, there was nothing-'

A slow but definite close sound screeched through the room and kicked him out his tough. 'That wasn't there before…' He turned around, his eye's shooting throw the room. Suddenly he stopped and went dead cold.

"Sands… the room, was it always this small?" Trying to control his fear he stared at the agent. The man stood up and walked from one end of the room to another. He touched the wall and let out a soft gasp.

"Fuck, seven steps, seven! Just seven!" He turned around, looking just as shocked as El. "When we came here, it was about twelve! The room is getting smaller!"

A cold hand wrapped around El's throat, he couldn't breath. 'This can't be real, a room can not get smaller!'

"Twenty minutes until The Game, hurry up, time is running out…"

The agent in front of him tensed "Fuck!" This time his curse wasn't hatful but frightened. "El...What if this is our first mission! To get out before-" He pointed at the walls. The grip around his throat got tighter. What Sands said sounded nuts, but at the same time so horribly right. What if-

SCRRRRREAK

His huge eye's he looked at the four walls moving closer, this time faster than before.

"Fuck!" Sands jolt back away from the walls. "They are moving aren't they!"

"They are." He stuttered. Panicking looked through the room. After he realised the walls moved in closer again he started to slam on the walls. "NO! STOP!"

"Twelve minutes until The Game, need to hurry up, RIGHT NOW!"

"You fucking motherfucker!" Sands yelled. "Quit fucking with me, get this fucking room back to normal or I'll cut you're fucking hands off!" His voice sounded very pissed off but his faces was filled with fear. El noticed it, but didn't care, he just wanted to get out.

Again his eye's shot through the room. But there was nothing more than walls, only walls, no escape. Just nothing!

"Ten minutes until show off, get ready, or die trying…"

The walls started to move again, there was now no more than five sixteen feet between the walls. His breathing started to speed up, just like his heartbeat. 'If I don't do something very fast I'll get crushed!'

"El, what the fuck man, what the fuck!" He wasn't the only one with breathing issues. Sands stood against one of the four walls getting paler by the second. "What the fuck should we do?"

"Eight minutes until The Game, so hurry… get up… the next level or stay here forever."

Something clicked in his minded. 'GET UP!' He's head jerked up to the ceiling. 'Of course, that's why the roof isn't getting smaller. He smiled in relief. "Sands we have to get up! That where the voice come from, that's why it's so…" He paused and his smile disappeared. "Why the roof is so high…"

Sands started to laugh like a madman. "Jee, El thanks, I feel much better right now! Knowing there is a way out of this horrifying dead, but unable to get there! Thank you very fucking much!"

El cursed to himself. 'This is too ironic, I found the way out, but I can't get to there!'

"Five minutes until the game, feeling the heat already?"

The walls came so close he could patchily jump from the one to the other. El swallowed. 'I'm almost getting stuck between-… wait a second!

"Sands!" He yelled. "Get here and turn around."

Sands frowned. "Hey if you think you can have one last quick fuck you got the wrong address, sickshit."

It took very much self-control not to the strangle the man. "Just get over here!"

"Okay, okay, no need to get so god damn uptight, witching a minister or three you will be a fucking pizza and get sent straightaway to heaven." Extremely annoyed Sands walked to him and turned around, back facing him. El also turned around.

"Listen good Sands, place one foot against the wall, when I do the same place you're other foot next to the other."

Sands turned his face toward him. "El, you honourable son of a bitch , you're fucking brilliant!" The man behind him placed his other feet against the wall and he did the same.

"Push up!" He ordered. The body behind him pushed against his back and slowly they stepped up. They where half way, then the voice started to talk again.

"Three minutes until The Game, time is running out gentleman…"

The walls moved in close. "OWH fuck!" He heard Sands curse. Before he knew it the man lost his balance, his feet slide away and fall down.

El's eyes widened when he was about to fall. In reflex he stretch his legs and manages to push himself between the walls. He only forgot he was chained to the CIA agent. The weight of the man below him proved almost too much. His legs started to shake. He gashed and it caused him a enormous amount of power to stay stuck.

"Sands!" He yelled, not wanting to fall down, because they where hanging about seventeen feet above the ground. "Do something!"

"I can't! The chains making me spin in circles! I can't get find grip!"

El cursed under his breath. 'This looks bad, very, very bad!'

'Two minutes until The Game, how are you hanging boys?"

"Fuck you! You fucking piece of shit! I swear if I find you I'm gonna rip your fucking tongue out!" Sands yelled furious, making the chains stir. El felt his feet slowly slip away. He panicked. "Sands hold still don't move or we fall and there is no way we will get up before the wall crush us!"

That made the agent stop moving. El sighed. 'Thank god, I made him shut up!' But, it didn't make the wall less slippery. Slowly he started to slide down. With all his power he tried to stay stuck, but he knew, it was too much. 'This is going to be my ending.' He closed his eyes.

Suddenly the chain started to move again. "El! I found it! This is where the voice comes from!"

His eyes shot open and he looked down. Sands pointed at a small red spot on the wall. "I fucking did it!" He laughed. "I fucking saved our life!"

El rolled his eyes. "Just do something, Gringo, before the walls move again, I don't think I can hold it for much longer!"

"Sorry to ruin your day mister sunshine!" Sands snapped back. The chain stirred again and El cursed. 'Damn this is heavy!'.

"Uhhu… El?"

With clenched teeth he looked down. "Yes!"

"It's not really working out…"

"Dios bueno! How hard is it to push a red button! If I can hold your weight and mine ,the least you could do is push a button!"

"I am pushing it, fuckshit! And it's not working!"

El cursed loudly. "Why didn't I get chained to a piece of plumb! That would be more helpful than you!" Slowly he let himself slight down the wall.

"One minute until The Game!"

Again the walls moved in, not more than three feet was left between. El tried to stay in control over his breathing. 'Stay calm, please stay calm.'

"Ten seconds until The Game!"

"El do something! I can feel the walls!"

'Stay calm, stay calm.' His foot where right in front of the red spot. "Stay… calm!" With all the power he had left he kicked against the spot. A very thin sheet of iron cracked. A small camera turned visible. He looked deadly into the camera and kicked the thing into pieces.

The lights switch on and off. Slowly the walls moved back again. It didn't take long until there was no more grip. He let out a yell and the both of them fell down.

"Congratulation, gentleman, you both made it to the seconded ground, instruction will get ensued soon…"

El moaned and looked up to the roof. 'That was close, very close. I nearly got killed by four walls…'

"El?" It sounded softly.

"What!" He snapped.

"Get you're fucking ass of off me!"

Okay this was it. The first Game. Hope you liked to play.

I got to say one thing before I end. I have no idea ore clue what I have to let happen in the next chaps, again I only know a very very small bit about the ending. But that's it. So if you have any idea please tell me, else it will take years for me to get something good.

DO please revieuw!

Luvzzzz Sue-AnneSparrow.