Chapter 2
Kiara's POV
Kiara shivered, the snow stinging her rosy cheeks. She had never played Minecraft before, only watched other people, not really interested in playing it herself. It hadn't taken her long to realize that she had been kidnapped, but she didn't get how they made this… whatever it was, look exactly like Minecraft.
She had only managed to get 20 pieces of wood, and she was struggling to find somewhere to sleep.
Suddenly, like an angel in the mist, came a floating light, pulsing faintly in the in the darkness, coming nearer. Kiara, weakened by hunger and thirst, trudged on, heading straight towards the strange omen.
Kiara's foot suddenly caught on an unknown object, and she fell to the ground, skinning her knee in the process. She groaned, feeling herself losing consciousness. Her stomach rumbling, she crawled desperately on her hands and knees, forcing herself to move towards the light.
She heard someone talking to here, kneeling over her. It all sounded like one big muffled sound to Kiara, and the last thing she saw before she blacked out was a distorted face staring at her.
Tyson's POV
Tyson woke with a start, a loud boom resounding through the area. He scowled at the sound of the announcer's artificial voice.
"Well folks, there we have it. Our first kill! How exciting!" He exclaimed, seemingly oblivious of what he was saying. "It seems to be a young boy, who obviously doesn't know how to avoid a creeper." Tyson could already guess how the boy died. He had been blown up by a creeper countless times in Minecraft. But in Minecraft, he could just respawn. There was no respawning in this.
Tyson couldn't fall asleep that night, twisting and turning, thinking about the young boy. He had a brother, and Tyson prayed that he was safe at home instead of here. Shamus was 13, Tyson's age, and they had always been best friends, even if people teased them about it.
Tyson wiped his teary eyes, forcing himself to think about something else. A thud outside made Tyson jump out of his bed, immediately alert. There was no time to prepare, so he grabbed a stone sword, pulled on his leather tunic, and stepped outside. He gripped the hilt of his sword tighter, his knuckles turning white.
Tyson stood there for a good 5 minutes, taking in the blocky goodness. It was the first time he had actually realized how beautiful this place was, even if he had been brought here against his will.
He turned around, oblivious of the two boys sneaking up on him.
The first blow knocked Tyson forward, catching him off guard. The second one brought him down, unconscious before he hit the ground. One of the boys lifted Tyson up, as if he weighed nothing.
"That was easy." He scoffed, tossing away the rock he had used. The other boy just nodded, heading off in the direction they came from.
Then, like ghosts in the night, they vanished. Gone.
Tyson groaned, a splitting headache ponding in his head. Briefly recalled the nights events, only remembering the blows to his back and head.
"Well, look who finally decided to wake up." Tyson gingerly lifted his head, coming face to face with a boy not much older than Tyson, maybe 15 or so, wearing a balaclava. Balaclava? Those aren't in Minecraft! Tyson thought to himself, shifting his body. From what he could tell, they were in an underground base, maybe a dungeon or something. The boy turned, pacing around the room.
"Let me introduce myself. My name is Rico, and I'm the mastermind behind this brilliant plan." He laughed, an evil sounding chuckle. "But I already know who you are, Mr. Demarco." Tyson recoiled. How long had this guy been following him? Before they were taken here, for sure.
"What do you want with me?" Tyson croaked, coughing madly. Rico faced Tyson, leaning in close. Tyson backed away, not wanting to be anywhere near this creep.
" I want information, of course. Also, I-"
He was cut if by a rumbling overhead.
"Well, ladies and gentlemen! I know you are all surely craving entertainment, so here it is! If you don't complete the following challenges, the mobs in the arena will triple! How does that sound?" The announcer exclaimed, delighted with himself. Tyson found this as a perfect opportunity. He jumped up, grabbing the rock he had been concealing.
He swung his leg, connecting hard with Rico's chest. Tyson could hear the wind being knocked out of Rico, and Tyson swung his arm, slashing the rock across Rico's cheek. He howled in pain, stumbling back, and a well-placed kick the head knocked Rico out cold. Tyson gave him the finger, climbing out of the exit that Rico stupidly forgot to lock.
When he got outside, Tyson realized they were in a small cave converted into dungeon, about 500 feet away from the base. Slinking into the shadows, Tyson sprinted into the woods, not bothering to look back.
