I'm back again. This time, we shall venture into Russia. Fun, yes? No? Maybe so? If you can't tell, I'm bored. But, this should be pretty fun, seeing as he's the only other boy. I don't really have many chapter notes, aside from that. So, I might actually write the chapter now. Read On!

Jasha woke up to a snowy sky. It was an early storm and would likely melt away by tomorrow morning. He quickly got dressed- warm clothing- and trudged down the stairs.

"Good morning, Jasha," his little sister, Sofia, greeted him. He smiled at her.

"Good morning." His mother was cooking, her dark hair so like his own was tied back. Sofia stared at him, grey eyes like his- like their father's- piercing as always. "What, Sofia?" She shook her head.

"Nothing," she said. He shook his head at her.

"Dimka!" his mother called back. Jasha narrowed his eyes.

"He's not there," he said coldly. His father had been killed in some sort of accident while serving in the military four years ago. His mother still called him to breakfast every morning.

"I'm sorry Jasha. You know how I forget."

"Yes, I know." Jasha controlled his tongue, trying not to make his mother feel guilty. He didn't want that for her. Sofia quickly and simply diffused the situation.

"Jasha, walk me to school." Jasha nodded and helped her to put her coat on and then put on her backpack. They walked out the door into the lightly falling snow. He talked to her while they walked. She was the only thing that kept him sane sometimes. It was so hard dealing with the loss of his father, and his mother was no help. He frowned at himself. She was better than she used to be.

"Jasha, you shouldn't frown so much." He shrugged and chuckled. Sofia was seven, barely old enough to remember their father. They arrived at the school then and he kissed her head.

"Have fun, Sofia. I'll see you when you get home. Mother is picking you up today." She nodded and hugged him.

"Bye, Jasha. I love you." He kissed her on top of her head once more.

"I love you, too," he said and she walked away down the hallway, blonde hair swaying in its ponytail. He turned and walked away, memories of his father walking him to school tormenting him. He had been just fourteen, when he needed a father the most. He remembered with startling clarity the military captain coming to tell them the news, apologizing for their loss. He remembered his mother crying and Sofia asking for her daddy. He shook his head, clearing it of memories. It was four years ago. It was time for things to go back to normal.

Jasha sat down on the sidewalk. He closed his eyes and let himself simply stop thinking. That is, until his head burst into exploding pain. He gasped and rubbed his temples as hard as he could. The pain was so intense he saw stars. His eyes welled up with tears. Where did this headache come from? he wondered. He blacked out, no longer able to stay conscious with the pain.

When Jasha opened his eyes, he was lying on the ground, two strange people above him. He groaned.

"Where am I?" he asked.

"We have no idea," the short, dark haired girl replied, sighing.

"Who are you?"

"I'm Tyler Torres, from New York City," the taller- though shorter than him- boy with the brown hair said.

"I'm Valentina Espinoza. I live in Lima, Peru. Who are you?" Jasha stood up, not liking having to look up at them.

"I'm Jasha Vazov. I'm from St. Petersburg, Russia."

"We all know where St. Petersburg is," the boy, Tyler, said. Jasha glared at him, dislike already settling in the pit of his stomach.

"Unless I'm mistaken," Jasha said slowly, "is there not a city with the same name in your country?" Tyler shrugged and Jasha sneered. Valentina shot them both a look.

"No cryptic comments today?" Tyler called loudly. Jasha wondered absently who he was talking to.

"If you insist," a voice called from the shadows.

"Who's that?" Jasha whispered to Valentina.

"We don't know that either," she whispered back. The voice laughed.

"You will in due time," it replied to Valentina. Tyler seemed to be biting back a sarcastic remark.

"There you go with that again…" Valentina mumbled. The voice roared with laughter.

"Oh, Valentina, my sweet girl. It's only the honest answer." Jasha looked at Tyler.

"I take it this happens often?" he asked.

"Only everyday since I've been here." Tyler paused. "And I was the first." Tyler looked back to Valentina. Jasha looked around. There was two sleeping bags unrolled, one pink and one green. Next to them was a black one with clothes his size. There were two more continuing the circle, a purple one and teal one. Two more. Two more days.

"Jasha?" the voice called. "Jasha?" Jasha looked up. "How's the sister?" Jasha made a growling sound, feral. The voice laughed at him. Jasha looked down where a woven yellow and light blue bracelet rested. Sofia had made it for him, a matching one on her own wrist. He toyed with it. It took him a moment to realize the voice had disappeared. Valentina sat next to Jasha.

"I have a little sister too," she said. "Twins, actually. And a younger brother." Jasha nodded. "We'll get home for them Jasha." Then she did the last thing he expected. She hugged him. He stiffened. Tyler shot him an undecipherable look. Jasha looked at Valentina.

"I hope so."


He looked down at a pool of water. He tapped it, muttering words under his breath. In the water appeared a girl, walking around a house, getting water, talking on the phone. He smiled and ran a hand through his own curls- the color of molten gold. He tapped the water and spoke words again.

Another girl appeared. She was significantly smaller, with a gentler personality. Watching her, secretly watching the other three in the maze, he laughed. He could see it already. He could see where lines would be drawn, where they would be crossed. He could see where connections would be formed, where they would be severed.

"This Game will be fun," he said, running his tongue over his teeth as he smiled, chuckling.

Well, I won't say much. I don't want to ruin the cliff hanger. I just wanted to say that the ***3*** at the end indicates a change of POVs. The number in the middle will change because it signifies the number of contestants currently in the game. So if I were to update tomorrow and change POVs, the number would be four. This is the only time in the game the number will rise. I'll probably update soon though. I'm so done with these intro chapters! They bore me. I want the Game to begin! Regardless, chapter three is over. Over and out, StevieBumpkin2011, signing off!