Survival: Fight or Flight

Prologue

This is just a random idea that sort of popped into my head. I'm going to try to make it a bit of horror fiction, so... just saying.

I decided to upload it onto wattpad and see what response I get.

So IF you like it, remember to at least comment. If you don't like it, or if it's plain horrible, hey, just say it - that's constructive criticism.

So...

That's that.

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PROLOGUE

... Yesterday at 11pm ...

My name is Drake.

And I knew I wasn't going to be able to sleep. I have such insomniac attacks sometimes... very few times, really. At sixteen, I'm sure I could count how many times I'd had such attacks. And this just happened to be one of those times.

I just lay on my bed, thinking some random thoughts.

Then I heard it.

At first I thought it was just my imagination, so i just ignored it.

_Drake..._

I sat up straight, and held my breath, listening, heart pounding.

I definitely heard it clearly this time. I couldn't quite place the gender of the voice that had said my name. It was probably because it was just a whisper...

_Drake._

My head spun towards the direction of the sound - my window.

I didn't dash. I was held back by fear. And egged on by curiosity, I made my way slowly to my window.

I slid the glass open, and peered down.

No one.

Frowning, I scanned the distance, as much as the darkness would allow.

It didn't surprise me that I saw no one, if there was someone.

_Over here, Drake._

I whirled around, frantically scanning my room.

No one was there.

My eyes darted to my door. ... Locked.

Nobody could've been there.

And yet I'd heard it clearly: 'Over here, Drake.'

And I'd heard it in my room.

Sometimes in the past I've asked myself if I'd realise it in case I ever went insane. Maybe I'd think everyone else was insane and I was the only sane one.

But I wasn't crazy. I knew what I'd heard.

"H- hello?"

_I'm here._

It took me a full second before I realised the voice was actually radiating from the center of the room. And it rendered me speechless.

My hands suddenly felt cold, and my heart was racing. I felt weightless.

What... what a dream! So real...

_You, Drake, have been chosen._

Chosen?

_You will play my game._

Game?

_If you win, you keep your life._

My head felt light. This was not a dream, I was fooling nobody.

In a dangerous situation, adrenaline is pumped into the bloodstream, triggering split-second responses from the brain.

_Use whatever means necessary in order to win - your life depends on it._

Basically, in these times your brain debates on the best course of action, between two choices, and quickly acts on what it chooses, all in a blink.

_Remember the basic rule of survival..._

Between these two options...

_Fight..._

...Or Flight.

Initially I was inclined to choose the latter. But where was I fleeing to?

That left Fight. Though I didn't see how.

But in spite of myself, I asked, "Who're you?"

_There is one rule...._

"Who the hell are you?" I was getting bolder.

What I heard next removed that.

_Survive._

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