A Whisper In The Wind

Let The Hunt Begin

~~~Sapnap's POV~~~

My head is ringing with every movement big and small when I wake up. They must have dosed me up real good. 

I think back to before I passed out. The white room with multiple chairs. I recognized a few of the faces from in the commons area but other then that I had no idea who they were. My arm aches from the injection I was given. Anxiously I start tugging at something on my left wrist. It responds to my touch by lighting up with white words. Sick. 

'Welcome Sapnap'

This must be wrong my name isn't Sapnap. It's Nick. The I remember how the lady with the blue eyes and black hair had told me that I would be given a new identity. Of course they give me a shit name. Oh well. I guess I'm Sapnap now. The words travel across the screen on my wrist and are replaced with new words. 

'Your Role. Spy' The word spy is in an orange color that matches my shirt I have on. God knows what a spy does. 

'Your Goal. Help the Traitor.' 

"How do you expect me to help when I don't even know who it is!" I wasn't talking to anyone directly but the watch must have heard me. Because when the words disappear it is replaced with the face on someone I know. Green eyes. Ruffled blonde hair. Depressed look. Theres no mistaking it for someone else.

Clay.

Oh great. Clay's the traitor. Hey I mean best friends in crime right? His picture fades and more words pop up. 

'Hunters will be trying to kill the traitor. Prevent this to win.' So killing is just a game to these people? This can't be real. There is no way that they would have us actually kill people.  think back to everything said to me before blacking out, but nothing of use comes to mind. There were wires hooked up to us. And we were injected with something. There's no way that they drugged us and brought us outside. People would take this opportunity to run away. Is this a dream? No if anything it's a nightmare. 

'The hunt will begin when the Traitor enters the game.' The screen goes completely black and doesn't change. I guess thats all the information they will give.

Glancing around at my surroundings I don't recognize where I am. Encircling me are trees. Im in some type of forest. Some of the trees near the top give way to let tiny rays of sunlight through. Next to my right foot is a black backpack. I crouch to the ground low enough to unzip it and view the contents of the bag. Inside is a pouch stuffed to the brim with bread and fruit, a canteen of what I assume is water, a broken compass, and a lighter. Fire might come in handy. 

Something a few feet away catches the sunlight and shines right in my eyes causing me to readjust to view what is causing the light. My eyes fall on a sword leaning against a rock. It has a dark orange handle and a silver blade. Picking it up it sits perfectly in my hand. Almost like it was made just for me. I give it nice swing. It glides through the air slicing the particles apart from each other. An idea comes to me. Digging into my pack I pull out a red apple tossing it high into the air. When I believe it is at the right height I swing my weapon at it. 

Two perfectly even apple slices clatter to the ground. For never having used a sword before I am pretty great at it. Well pretty great is an understatement...I bend down picking up the two apple slices examining them a bit more. I take a big bite out of one of the slices and steel the sweet and sticky smell of the apple. In one quick motion the backpack is on my back. Sword in one hand and apple in the other I set off in a random direction.