Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-25095856-20140701141149

Part 1

The games

Hello. I just want to share a story of great importance to me. Something that happened years ago, in 2008 when I was in highschool. I was (and still am) passionated by the supernatural/ghosts/paranormal, and I had a group of friends which shared my passion. One night we went to the cemetery (heck, there isn't another place so scary) and we got some flaslights, our phones and we went on. I knew that every ten days three people dissapered after they went to the cemetery together. We goofed around for 2 or 3 hours until we saw a light coming from the cript of an old rich family. We stealthily went there, entered the crypt which was wide open and didn't think for a second that we might meet some kind of occurd killer. We heard many talk loudly, as if they were waiting for something to begin. Suddenly, a hard thing hit the back of my head and it all went black.

When I woke up, it was all dark. I felt as I was being held by a rope or something. My mouth was gagged. I tried to free myself, but I couldn't.

"Hello" a ferm manly voice said. He sounded familiar. "I see you want to be part of the games"  He took the gag off my mouth. "What do you mean?" The light was switched on. I closed my eyes and opened them rarely trying to get used to the light. In front of me was a news presenter. I knew him. He started explaining me "the games".

"Basically, there are two teams made of 12 players each. The goal is to fill your team's sigils first. There are 2 guardians that guard the sigils with the price of their own life. There are 4 fillers in each team that fill the sigils, 3 gatherers that get the blood needed and 3 emptiers that try to empty the other team's sigils. There is one rule. You can't get out of the arena before the games have ended. You can get blood every way you want. Questions?"

"Yes. Where am I ?"

"Under the city."

He came and untied the rope that held me in place. He showed me the teams. In my team there was a friend of mine and a lot of strangers. In the other team there was another friend of mine and the third and last one was naked and hancuffed on top of a small tower along with another stranger.

The man took a machete and brutaly murdered the two in front of us. We were all shown our places in the contest. I was a gatherer. He went out of the arena and shouted at the top of his lungs "LET THE GAMES BEGIN !". 