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The Deadliest Game
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A boy is kidnapped and has to escape... but his kidnapper isn't letting him go... without a fight.
Rated: Fiction T - English - Horror/Adventure - Words: 2,105 - Reviews: 4 - Favs: 1 - Published: 04-25-12 - id: 3016805
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I woke up in an old room. There was a long table with chairs all around it, so it must have been a rich person's dining room or something. All I could remember from before I woke up was walking home, then something hard and made of metal crashing into the back of my head. which explained why my head hurt. A lot. I slowly managed t sand up, and then I heard a voice which must have come from a loudspeaker or something: "Welcome, welcome, one and all to the best game in the world! All you have to do is survive and get the girl! Have fun kid!" So there was a girl in here? Alright. "If you wish to play, please proceed to the door on your right. If not, please jump out the window on your left." Sure enough both of those were there, right where he said they would be. I looked out the window. It was an incredibly high drop, so I decided to dash through the door.

And nearly fell into a large pit of spikes. "HOLY!" I snatched the edge before I fell to my death.

"Oho, still alive hmm?" that same voice from earlier said. "Well maybe you can actually win! HAHAH! FAT CHANCE!" I groaned at that last remark. I couldn't belive how immature this guy was. There was a narrow ledge going around the room that would have allowed me to reach a door that led to another room that I couldn't see what was inside. I climbed onto the ledge and crept along it, clinging to the wall to stay up. Once I reached the other side, the ledge swung downwards as if on a hinge. It startled me enough to release the ledge and fall.

I somehow landed between two of the spikes. I lay there, shivering from the cold. Why was it this cold anyway? I looked at my surroundings, the walls were covered with frost, my breath was coming out in puffs of vapor, and it was freezing. I was just wearing jeans, a t-shirt and a pair of shoes, it was cold! I got up and tried to find a way out of the pit, carefully avoiding the large, pointed cones as I walked. I reached a rusted up wall under the way I came in. I couldn't reach the door, it was a long fall, but I could tell the wall was weak when I punched it and realized it wasn't covered with rust, it was made of wood. I also figured there was another room on the other side, since it was boarded up. I kicked the makeshift wall apart and heard a gunshot. then something heavy that appeared ti be rolling. I rushed out of the way when a large, round boulder rolled out of the room and flattened a few spikes. If I moved a second slower, I would have been a human pancake. I stared at the rock that nearly killed me. Why the heck does he even- how did he even get that in here? I pushed the thought aside and looked at the hole in the wall. It led to a cave. A dark cave, where I couldn't see anything inside. It was a dumb idea, but I had to try. Slowly, one step at a time, I advanced into the cave.

A few minutes later, I came out in a room made completly out of bricks and rock, and there was a pool of green water replacing most of the floor. There were two sections of the floor in the middle of that pool, set slightly far apart. Well, if I jump right I wouldn't- wait. That wasn't water. That was acid! How did he even get his hands on that? Just to make sure, I picked up a rock and threw it into the pool. And it dissolved in the green liquid. Yeah, that was acid alright. "No way I'm going in there..." I looked at the two platforms in the middle of the pool. They were thin, about two feet wide on each side. So I was gonna have to precision jump. Yeah, I knew a few parkour moves. I walked over to the edge of the pool and looked at the gap. It was a while since I'd done this, but I was sure I could pull it off. I bent my legs and put my arms behind my back, then leaped forward, swinging my arms forward to gain momentum. Once my feet made contact with the floor, I bent my legs as much as I could to stop the flow and stop moving. I repeated this process twice more, once to get to the other platform, once to reach the section of the floor on the other side of the room. "Well, that was a sucess-"

I was cut off by an annoying voice coming from a loudspeaker. "Oh, that was unique! Usually no one makes it past the spikes kid, but just know, it's gonna get harder ahead, you might as well throw yourself into that pool and give up!"

Fat chance. I never give up. And I was gonna teach this guy a lesson. "There's no way I'm giving up you bitch." I proceeded forward, the man's voice not troubling me.

I found myself in a room with no floor. The floor was replaced by acid. There was a note on the far wall, written in- was that blood? Either way, the note read:

"Do not trust what you see _" (There is a long line from a man sliding down)

And guess what else? There was a girl hanging on a rope tied to the ceiling. She was alive, staring at me with a look in her eyes that clearly said "Help me." Her mouth was kept shut with duct tape, and then I heard the man's voice again: "I TOLD YOU TO GIVE UP, AND NOW YOU WILL BOTH DIE!" he yelled. A fire snapped to life near the rope that held the girl to the ceiling. It would snap soon, and she would fall into the acid. Her eyes were filled with fear, the man laughing loudly into his mic, and leaving me to think about what to do.

Don't trust what you see... I knew it was a stupid idea, but I tried to walk on the acid. And it was just a floor painted green. I criticized myself and then ran over to where the girl would fall. She was pretty high up, and she may just die if she fell. And then she fell. I silently prayed to myself as I held out my arms to catch her.

She landed in my arms. I silently thanked God (even though I'm not one to belive in religion) and gently put the girl down and began o untie her. She was about my age (fifteen) and her hair was a dark shade of brown (like mine) and her eyes were blue. I gently took the tape off her mouth. "Thanks..." she said as she stood up and brushed the dust off her clothes (she was wearing jeans and a t-shirt, I might add).

"No problem, just helping out." I replied. "Anyway, we have to get out of here, I think that guy was serious about trying to kill us." I looked back at the door that led to the pool of acid. "And I already managed to avoid death twice..."

"Oh. Well, I'm Anne, Anne Walker. Just thought I'd let you know."

"Ah, well, I'm Eian. Eian Grey. Now come on, let's get out of here" Anne motioned to the door on the other side of the room.


I proceeded through the course, avoiding swinging axes, more pools of acid, pits of fire, a room that was full of stereos playing that annoying Friday song (which we sprinted right through, only wanting to escape that dreaded voice.) and then we finally came across a door labled:

Control Room

We stared at the door open mouthed. "I'll bet you ten bucks this is where 'He' is." We had started to call that man "He" because we didn't know his name.

"I bet this is it too." Anne replied.

"We can't just leave him so he can kill more people."

"You're right."

"Let's end this."

I opened the door.


We found ourselves in a room completly empty. Empty except for a few screens, some wires, some panels, some microphones...

And a man with a clown mask covering his face.

It was him. It must have been him. The man who kidnapped us, put us in this house, and tried to kill us. We could finally end this.

Or at least, that's what was thought. He turned around, the mask smiling forever. A knife was in his hand and he threw it. Anne and I both ducked out of the way, and it flew right into the wall. I grabbed it and pulled it out. Unfortunetly, this guy was fast. He ran up, grabbed Anne, and ran off with her. I cursed myself. How could I leave Anne defenseless like that? He ran right through a door near his equipment. There was a sign next to the door that read: Roof.

It was time for a final battle.


I ran up the stairs and found myself on the roof a huge mansion. It overlooked a city and hand several trees surrounding it. Must have been right in the middle of a forest, I turned around and saw Him standing right beside Anne, who was curled on the floor, quivering in fear. She looked- how much could one man abuse a girl in one minute? Probably a large amount. I gripped the knife. It was about time I finished this.

I threw the knife as hard as I could at the man, who dodged it, and ran toward me, another blade in his hand. I tried my best to avoid, and kicked him hard in the groin with a satifying crack.. He fell to the ground. I ran over to Anne's side and she wrapped her arms around me. I blushed, since I had managed to develop a crush on her in the past few hours. "You okay?" I asked her.

"Yeah," she replied "just a little... violated. That's all."

"Well, I kicked his butt hard- you know. " I gestured at the criminal, who had both hands over his crotch. We both laughed a this sight, until we heard a familiar voice.

"Laughing at me huh?" the man said. "We'll see how much you laugh-" he pulled a device out of his pocket. "AFTER I BRING THIS WHOLE PLACE DOWN ON YOU BASTARDS!" He pressed some button on the device, and the entire place blew up, Anne and I were thrown clear of the blast, but it was a high fall. I felt a bunch of branches beating us as we fell, and then blacked out.


I woke up finding Anne right next to me. She seemed to also pass out, and (even though we both suffered severe injuries) was now asleep in my arms. I sat up, allowing her to use my lap as a pillow. We must have been out for a while, because it was dark pretty dark (it was around 12:00 AM during that fight.). I was suprised to find us alive. We must have both had serious good luck. There were choppers flying above the ruins of the mansion, and cops checking out the dump. A few minutes later, Anne woke up, and we both decided to talk to the officers.

When we apporached them, they said the area was off limits, and then we said that we were kidnapped by that guy, and they told us they had been hunting him down for a while. When they asked where he went, we told them that he blew himself up. After we explained how and why, I noticed a figure moving in the shadows. Then it was gone, and I decided it was nothing. The officers had returned us to our homes in the city and about a week later, Anne and I were dating. It was pretty peaceful, but we didn't know that the Masked Man, as we started to call Him, was still alive. And he was looking for us, and wanted revenge.

The end.

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