A deep rumbling of voices filled the air, as the students entered the Sports Hall. It was another building separated from the College (not to be mistaken with the American College, this "college" refers to: from middle school to high school), it was built alongside the Junior School facing the college.

There were no seats in the sports hall, so the students sat cross-legged on the floor. They wore no shoes, but walked on the sports hall with only socks on. At the front, the house leader spoke with a deep, adolescent voice: "Charity day is near, it is time for all the houses to gather money, and we, the Phoenixes, do not plan on losing." The crowd jeered, charity day was one of the most fun activities at this school, bake sales, squirting water at teachers, etc…

The talk went on, about deadlines, ideas and charities, etc… Finally the talk closed to a finish.

"Thus, the Phoenixes will-"

A student suddenly screamed, in pain she cried, as everyone watched, she withered on the ground, she was clutching her head, writhing like a snake, kicking at the air and anyone that came near.

Cold laughs came from every direction. Everything was jet black, the laughs became more high pitched, that of a female's.

"Might as well test this new power that I recieved, you know, 'cause it's fun." The voice that was laughing squealed in ecstasy.

The master of the voice appeared, behind where everyone sat. She looked as if she were at the age of fourteen, and was dressed in a set of black and purple clothing, with ornaments dangling around her neck. She wore bangles and bracelets around her wrists and stood, holding a silver staff that went up to her shoulders. She had pale skin, black hair that stretched to her waist, blue eyes that shone like violets, finally, red marks on her forehead that seemed to form a large crown of sorts.

"Who are you? How did you get into school grounds?" A teacher, old with pale brown hair shouted.

"Who am I? I am the successor of the Deity Rakshasa! I am here to give you a game!"

"A game?" The teacher gulped.

"Oh yes indeed! I've sealed off all the exits and made it impossible to leave this hall. Outside is a pool of magma, and if you try to open the exit, without my permission…"

"How do you prove it is true?"

"Well then does anyone want to try the heat of magma? Oh wait!"

The female student who was withering on the ground suddenly floated, and the door of the sports hall opened, and outside, indeed was a sea of magma.

"Let's see if Phoenixes really rise from the ashes." The girl in black clothing cackled.

"Wait!" Another teacher cried, "We believe you now! Release her!"

The girl in dark clothing smiled and flung her arms towards the teacher, and the student followed her motion and was thrown into the arms of a female teacher.

"Now then for the rules of the game." The girl in black clothing started, "The rules are simple, if any one of you can clear the test that I give out to you, you can all go back to your petty school. If not, your souls will be mine to take!"

Silence, thick and tangible, almost suffocating, enveloped the scene. Nobody understood the situation, nobody knew what would happen. There was only one thing that everyone realized, the sheer danger that they were exposed to.

"I hereby announce my name! Stella Wu, successor of the God Rakshasa!"

"Rakshasa?" A male student suddenly gasped.

All attention was turned to him. He was a dark skinned, Indian boy; had thick eyebrows and black eyes; and was thin as a twig.

"A.T. Do you know anything about her?" A student who had more pale skin and muscular body asked.

"No, but I do know about Rakshasa." A.T. replied, "Rakshasa is a God that represents calamity and chaos, he comes from the underworld to give misfortune to the world."

"Well then, who is up for the first challenge?" Stella shrieked, "Don't worry, if you die in the challenge you'll be reincarnated over here, so there's nothing to worry about. However, you only have one chance."

There were only around three hundred people here, so that meant they had to do this within three hundred times.

"I accept the challenge." The teacher with brown hair stood up, he was old, but he had to protect all of the students.

"Very well, your name?" Stella asked.

"Andy Service." The Teacher replied.

"May Ganesha be with you in your trial."

"Is that-"

"Ganesha is the God of good luck. What? Did you think just because the God I'm succeeding represents calamity means that I wouldn't be polite or have good will?"

The teacher chuckled.

"Your Challenge is… Jailbreak!" Stella Wu announced.

A Large screen appeared above everyone.

"This screen will show what is happening during the challenge of each and every one of you." Stella explained.

A dark light glowed around Mr Service, and he disappeared. However, right on the screen, it showed Mr Service there, inside a cage. A guard was in front of him, not facing him however.

Mr Service slowly approached him, his eyes fixated on a bundle of keys that hung around the guard's waist for a moment, and bang! With one swift punch, the guard had been knocked down. Mr Service snatched over the keys and unlocked the cage.

He ran. He ran as fast as the students he taught in Physical Education classes, towards nearby doors. Sirens rang throughout the jail, nobody had spotted Mr Service yet. Suddenly…

Crack!

The screen blurred and Mr Service was on the floor of the Sports Hall again. This time, with a wound in his chest and a bullet in his ribcage. Stella made a movement with her staff, the bullet was taken out, the wound had healed, but Mr Service's face was as pale as a banshee's.

"Next contestant?"

"I'm up next." A student screamed. He had thin black hair, had yellowish skin (I'm saying that because I can't think of any other color that describes asian skin, and I'm not racist because I am asian), and was thin like A.T.

"Name?"

"Elvis Hsu."

"May Ganesha be with you. Your Challenge is… The path of the Assassin."

Elvis was transported to the top of a house. He wore a ninja costume that blended in with the nighttime he was in. He had two single-handed scythes, kamas to be exact.

He charged into a nearby bush, his target was outlined faintly in red by Stella. He was an old, asian man who wore a green kimono.

He waited, until there was nobody except for his target left in the room.

He dashed, forgetting about anything else, he leapt towards his target, but to be stopped by something. A blade was stabbed into his gut. The figure had appeared from the ceiling, as if waiting for this moment (Okay, to make this reasonable, let's just say that there were people who hired assassins or ninjas to protect them in times of need, there are examples in history, but you have to be RICH).

The crackling of the screen came once more and Elvis came back out. Elvis was healed and was grouped together with Mr Service.

"The trials or challenges." Elvis said, "They're somehow linked to us, right Stella?"

"Yes, in fact, they are the things that you probably are close with and excel at, but it depends if you can use them in the challenge." Stella responded.

Suddenly, the crowd went wild, if it was something they excelled at, then they would stand a chance!

The trials continued.