A/N: First of all, I must give credit where credit is due.

The basic idea for this story came from JaydScarlett and her story "Kill - or be Killed." Note that our stories are turning out very different, but I still got the basic idea from her.

Also note that Jayd's character Dani and my character Danny are totally different people, and I honestly didn't mean to steal any part of her character. It was just that no other name would fit Danny but Danny, so that was the one I used.

Enjoy "Kill For You."

Chapter One

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Four figures lurk outside the puny maze, figures made of mist and not much else. Still, it's easy to tell they are conferring with each other.

The first says, "Is anyone up for a game?"

The second says, "There isn't much else we can do."

The third says, "Shall we do the same type of game as we did last time?"

The fourth almost seems to smile. "I think we should," it says. "That type is especially fun."

And nobody except four select individuals and four more that were earlier discarded will know they are there, because they are simply too far-fetched to be real. They dissipate and slide quietly into the maze to pick their victims.

Before they part, the first asks: "Shall we scare them a bit?"

And the fourth one, with a wicked undertone to its voice, responds: "Why not?"

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Bekah

Raise the gun. Aim. Fi -

"If you shoot me, you'll be committing mutiny! … Or something. Look, there's Mikey - you should be aiming for Mikey!"

Okay, lower the gun then.

"Sorry, Morgan," I said as he appeared from behind a beam. "I thought you were Mikey."

"Ts'okay, dude. Watch. I bet I can get Mikey from here." Morgan aimed his gun over the railing, citing on Michael who was crouching around down below. It's hard for Mikey to crouch, though; he's really tall.

"Ready?"

"Yeah, sure." I reclined against another beam, conveniently placed so that Morgan was standing in front of me, blocking me from the line of fire. I peered out from over his shoulder and watched.

He fired, and it wasn't a bad shot, all things considered. Still, Mikey's one of the fastest guys I know. He ducked behind a pillar thing, almost like he knew Morgan was going to shoot at him. I had to laugh at the fake-downcast look on Morgan's face.

"Good job," I said dryly. He swatted at me.

At that point, Cass and Danny came pelting by, pursued by Dara and Sterling. If Dara wasn't so tall, and if you saw them from behind, you wouldn't be able to tell who was who. But Dara towers over Sterling by at least five inches, so it wasn't hard.

"You're faster than they are!" Whooped Morgan at Cass and Danny's retreating backs. "You can outrun them! Go! Go! - Aw, man ..." Cass, caught by a shot from Dara, flattened himself against the wall just in time to avoid getting run over by the twins as they hurtled after Danny. He turned and headed back for us, shaking his head.

"They're fast," he admitted.

"No duh," said Morgan. "They both do track. They're some of the fastest kids I know, 'cept Danny."

"Danny has longer legs than either of them," I put in. "He has an advantage."

At that point, Danny came back by himself, having either outrun or been caught by the Derante twins. But then I saw his gun flashing its out-of-charge signal; he'd been caught.

"Good try, dude," Morgan said to him as he joined us. "I can never outrun those guys for that long."

"You're a lazy bum," Danny muttered.

Morgan's protest was cut off by an odd noise. It was like -

"S'that the fire alarm?" Morgan asked, faintly alarmed.

"It doesn't sound like it," Cass mused quietly. "It sounds like wind -"

"Yeah, in the middle of a laser tag game? Sorry, dude, but that theory doesn't quite make sense."

"It does kind of sound that way," I admitted. "But that doesn't -"

Before I could finish, pounding feet echoed up the wooden floor. A second later, four figures sprinted past, looks of terror plastered on all their faces. Dara and Sterling passed well ahead of the other two, legs flying. Behind them came Mikey and Tristan, both of them looking very much as if there were hellhounds at their heels.

"Um ... The hell?" Morgan asked finally, a few seconds after they had zipped past us.

"Should we follow -?" Cass's sentence was cut off, because suddenly, there was no floor.

It was insane. A whirlwind of massive, tornado proportions, just suddenly there. No time to do anything. No time to yell a question, a witty remark or even a cuss word. It was just suddenly there. It swept us all off our feet, because there was no time to grab hold of anything.

And then we were all squashed together, pressed tightly up against one another by the insane strength of the freak wind. I tried to turn my head, just barely managed it. Cass was sort of on my left, Morgan on my right. I figured Danny was behind me, then.

And even then I felt a little bit embarrassed. This position was, well ... odd, to say the least.

But there was no time to think about that. Because we were spinning, spinning like we were on a roller coaster at an amusement park, only ten times faster.

And we went upside down and I swore I was going to die, right then and there. No safety straps. No restraining harnesses. Nothing.

And then right side up again. Spinning, turning, somersaulting, flying. What the hell?

And now, finally, our brains registered it. You're flying, they realized. You're unbelted. You're flying free. You could freefall at any moment.

Morgan's scream in my ear nearly deafened me, but I wasn't far behind. Everyone was screaming, even Cass, because what else can you do?

Turning so fast, too fast, and nobody had time to think where we were going - just that we were going, just that we weren't where we'd been before. The wind shrieked in my ears; and that, combined with Cass and Morgan screaming in my ears, conspired to deafen me to everything else. If there was anything else.

And then suddenly, inevitably - freefall. Dropping, falling, spinning over and over and over, and if I thought flying had been scary, falling was ten times worse.

Wind screaming, Cass, Danny and Morgan screaming, me screaming, and now I could see the ground.

And after we landed, my brain finally had time to ask: what the hell?

Too close. Much too close, and we were going too fast -

And all four of us were suddenly, unexpectedly, on earth, choking on the sand and dust our landing had dislodged.

Sand. Everywhere. In my eyes, in my nose, in my mouth. For a moment, I just lay there - unable to breathe from the force of the landing, unable to do anything. Then, spitting sand and probably a little blood from my mouth, I managed to raise my head.

The first thing I noticed was the incredible difference in landscape. From horizon to horizon, it was sand. Insane.

The second thing I noticed was the incredible difference in temperature. It was so hot - like midsummer, only that was wrong because it was the middle of winter. How was that even possible?

Then I took in my friends, who were also just recovering their senses. Morgan was the fastest, already sitting up and glancing around. Cass was sprawled on his back a ways away, eyes open but kind of glazed over. He groaned, rolled over and tried to sit up as we watched. Danny, about ten feet off to our left, was on hands and knees, and it didn't look like he wanted to sit up quite yet. His face was really pale.

"I don't think we're in Kansas anymore, Beks," Morgan said dryly, wiping sweat-soaked light brown hair off his forehead. I was fortunately still sprawled on my stomach; it allowed me to kick him.

"My god," Danny breathed shakily. He collapsed onto his elbows and was violently sick. It figured; Danny got sick when driving up mountains; what had just happened - whatever had just happened - was probably reeking havoc with his stomach. Good thing none of the rest of us got motion sick.

Cass finally sat up and knelt beside Danny, shaking his head ruefully and keeping his best friend's long black hair back from his face. When there was finally nothing left in Danny's stomach, he sat up and brushed Cass off.

"What was that?" He asked finally, raising a trembling arm to wipe his face with his sleeve.

"A damn impossibility," Cass responded. Danny gave a shaky sigh.

"Something wrong with you, Beks?" Morgan asked. "Are you going to get up or is that indentation a bed enough for you?"

"Shut up," I muttered mutinously, pulling myself into a sitting position. My eyes immediately locked with his, and I gave him the angriest look I could manage. "It's hotter than Hades here," I informed him. "If I die of a heat stroke, I'll blame you."

"Me?" His voice was filled with fake innocence. "Me?"

"Yeah," I said, then mocked his voice as best as I could. "'Let's go play laser tag today, dudes. There's two feet of snow outside, but we can walk; come on, you guys chicken or something?'"

Morgan had the grace to blush, at least a little. "Hey! How was I supposed to know Cass's 'damn impossibility' was going to whisk us off if we walked today?"

"It was a dumb idea anyway," I said. "Two feet of snow, Morgan. A freaking mile-and-a-half in two feet of snow."

"She's right," admitted Cass. "It wasn't the smartest idea in the world."

"Alright, alright," he conceded. "It wasn't too smart. Stop reminding me!”

There was a pause. Finally, Morgan spoke up, voice overly cheerful and grey eyes scanning the surroundings. “So, Cass. Damn impossibility is a good name for what just happened, but you got any better explanation for it?”

It was merely a dimensional rent, nothing more.

Sudden silence.

"What the hell?" Morgan spoke first, incredulous, confused. "Dare I ask if anyone else heard that?"

"I did," I replied finally.

"And so did I," Danny said.

Cass was the most reluctant to admit it. He stayed silent, seemingly considering.

Tell them, Cassidy. You know you heard it too.

"I heard it," Cass muttered finally, almost sullenly.

Good. Now. What has just happened is merely a small dimensional rent - a whole in dimensions. You are right where you were before, merely separated from that place by a wall, if you will. Your damn impossibility was simply a little bit of fun on Nirzhan's part, and we're sorry if it frightened you.

"No way," Cass responded instantly. "There is no such thing as a dimensional rent. It's impossible!"

Scientists are so ill-fitted for this type of game, lamented the voice that seemed to be in our heads. If only Eframe hadn't insisted ... The voice seemed to sigh.

"Who the hell is Eframe?" Morgan asked. I looked over at Cass and was amused to see him looking slightly affronted.

Eframe chose Cassidy as his ... ah ... player, shall we say.

"Doesn't tell us who he is."

He is Cassidy's guide, the voice said, sounding as if it were struggling to find an explanation.

"Sure, sure. So who are you?"

I, the voice said, sounding like it was back on firm ground now, am Jairann. I am your guide, Danivan.

And now another voice spoke, and this one had less of an edge to it. It was softer, calmer.

I am Oran, and Morgan's guide.

"I don't need a guide."

Let us both assure you that you will, responded the voice that was harder - Jairann's.

It will make things easier, said a third voice.

"And you are ...?" Morgan wanted to know.

Nirzhan, Rebekah's guide, he introduced himself. His voice in my head was lighter, cooler. His voice sounded like the man himself would be pretty cute, if I could see him.

Eframe, said Jairann sharply. You can't stay quiet forever.

Fine, said a fourth voice, sounding rather sullen.

I thought you wanted to do this, said Oran's voice, the softer one.

I did, said Eframe's voice. I wasn't planning on a player who didn't even think I existed though!

And that, said Nirzhan's cool voice, is Eframe. He is Cassidy's guide, though I think that you, Cassidy, have made him a little angry.

Cassidy shook his head, still trying to comprehend everything.

Morgan stood, staring around at nothing. "I don't know what fantasy novel you came out of," he said hotly, "but I want you to tell us what you want with us or send us back. Stop acting like we know everything, because we don't!" Morgan looked pretty mad. It was probably because he was scared out of his wits. I think we all were.

I became quite suddenly aware that I was sweating. It was, indeed, very hot here; heat hazed off the sand, and there were no trees to be found.

Here, said a quiet voice, and I became somehow aware that he was speaking only to me. Anyway, nobody else reacted. Nirzhan didn't speak again, but a breeze swept through the area, cooling all four of us.

"Thanks," I muttered, still angry but at least grateful for the breeze.

Finally, Jairann answered Morgan's question. Morgan himself still stood with his hands clenched, staring at nothing.

We brought you here to fight, he said, voice matter-of-fact and calm.

"Even better," muttered Morgan. "Fight what, exactly?"

We wish you to fight yourselves.

Morgan and I, both scared out of our wits and in way over our heads, started to laugh.