Pentin's Game

Welcome

I woke up with the biggest headache of my life. I rub my eyes and blink a few times. No look around the room. It's probably half the size of a football field And completely white. There are other kids scattered around the room. Some look awful; like they'd been in war. Others just had a few scrapes, maybe some bruises.
Everyone is awake, and I start to think I was the last to awaken. Everyone is rubbing their eyes or yawning. There are three clicks and everyone is up looking around. After the third a booming voice screams "welcome! Welcome all you beautiful participants!" His voice is so eager, and full of excitement it makes me want to puke.
The figure is barely human. He has pale skin peeling almost everywhere, large bald patches where hair should be, and one of his eyes are bloodshot. He's dressed half like a game show host the other half like a clown. He has a wide grin on his face and his bloodshot eye seems to move around without the other eye following. "All of you should be glad you are here! It's a great honor. Some of you however decided to be rather... Difficult." He paused and looked around the room. "Now that you are all here I guess I should tell you what will be happening over the next five days! Well this is all a game. A very serious game. Sadly this game only has one winner. This winner goes home happily never to be bothered again! They go back to living with their families and continuing their lives. However... With only one winner there are a lot of losers. These losers do not get to go home." He sighed as if he actually cared that these innocent people weren't going to go back home.
"They perish." He laughed a little. Then looked at us individually and laughed harder. "What do you mean parish?" A larger of the kids demanded.
"It means you die silly goose!" He laughed some more. Two of the smaller kids started crying. The larger kid who had spoken before stood up. " Why the hell am I here? Take me home before I have to kick your ass." He stepped forward.
All the humor out of our game host had left. His face dead and unsmiling. "You're here because you have something in common with the others! The only way to go home is to win, and hurting me isn't the best idea." He smirked once more.
"What If I don't want to play?" He asked. This guy was way to bold. He's not going to make it here.
"Play or perish. The choice is all yours, Rodney." He looked dead serious.
"I'm done with this!" Rodney took three steps forward and punched our host right in the face. Their was a snapping sound and I looked away. Blood splattered all over the white walls and I realized the punch had broken his neck. Everything was silent for a minute. The girl closest to me was probably about seventeen. We looked at each other and she hugged me tightly. I didn't know her but I appreciated the hug and sinked deeper into it.
"Is it over?" A guy probably around my age asked.
Wild laughter came out of the host. He jerked his was up until his neck snapped back into place. He looked dead at Rodney "Treat others how you wish to be treated." He giggled.