Chapter One – I'm The Host, Life Sucks, and Now You're Screwed.
Lolly was not the only person to get a letter. In fact, everyone got one. They all looked the same. Except the Mayor's, who had a small piece of advice, "Call the vote at noon."
Almost everyone had reacted the same way as Lolly, aside from the Werewolves, of course. Some of the normal ones had been too scared to throw it away, and freaked out. I liked watching their frightened faces. It gave me something to laugh at in this boring phantom state.
However, there was one who took it seriously. A dog called Cookie. She didn't tremble with fear upon reading it, so for a moment there I thought she was a Werewolf. But no, she was normal. Just plain old Cookie Davis. No Defender abilities, no Seer sight, not even a Doctor.
I liked Cookie.
I also liked the Defender. He just so happened to be the greediest person in all of Hohenae, which was a little ironic since it's supposed to be the selfless role.
It wouldn't surprise me if he used his powers on himself for the first round.
It also wouldn't have surprise me if he was attacked early on.
Now, I could tell you who the Seer and the Werewolves were, but that'd be no fun what-so-ever. I'll just let you try and work it out.
The morning sunlight leapt through the gap between the curtains, then slunk across the room, before finally splaying itself all over Cookie's face. She groaned a little and turned over, not wanting to get up just yet.
But life wasn't on Cookie's side that day, and it decided to play its favourite music on at full volume.
Cookie sat bolt upright at the sounds of her neighbour's screaming. She shoved off her duvet and stumbled over to her dresser, and yanked out her favourite blue tartan top, and shoved it on, backwards. She didn't notice, and ran outside to find out what had happened.
The scream had come from Olivia, so Cookie's initial thought was to go to her house. But the cry hadn't come from that way, so she decided that going to Olivia's friend's house would be a smarter idea. So instead of going right, she headed off left, down the little pathway worn away by the many feet that had walked the very same way she was headed.
Cookie kicked up dirt as her paws carried her as fast as they could over to Lolly's house, but when she reached the bridge that would take her across to Lolly's house, she needed to go no further.
On the bridge lay the mauled corpse of Lolly Knight. Cookie fainted, and as she sank into darkness, she could only think of the letter.