The Predator's Games

Chapter One- My Big Pop-In!

There I was, stealing a Slim Jim from a gas station. Don't blame me, I couldn't help myself! It was so simple. All I had to do was walk out the front door with the Slim Jim tucked up my sleeve. Either way, I could just freeze everyone in the room if I ever got caught, so I guess it's a foolproof plan. Well, anyway, someone does indeed notice. A dog.

"Good puppy." I say, trying to soothe it, "Good puppy."

The dog growls at me, as if it was aware that the Slim Jim was stolen.

"You want some?" I ask the dog, panicking, "I got some to share!"

The dog continues growling, almost as if it couldn't understand me.

"Here." I say, giving the dog a piece of the Slim Jim.

The dog instantly stopped growling, and wagged its tail.

"Good puppy." I say, realizing that I just got mugged by a dog.

The dog's owner turned to me while I was petting the dog with a confused look painted on her face.

"Sorry," I say, my face feeling hot, "-the dog was really soft and pettable."

The owner jerks her dog's leash away from me, as the dog was forced by its owner to go to the other side of them.

As I walk away with the rest of my Slim Jim, I realize that I should have 'acquired' a Gatorade as well.

Feeling the wave of disappointment, I take one wrong step, and fall to the pavement. Yet, it felt like I fell through the concrete, as I felt pain all over my body as if I was being sucked into a hole the size of a dime, then stretched back out again. I land in an office chair, with an "OOMPH!".

I feel my hair and eyes tingle, as they shift away from my normal Brown-Black to just Gray-Gray. This usually happens when I feel like I'm in danger. When I'm in my Gray Eyes state, I lose my ice abilities, and gain higher control over my menacing aura. Enough control that I could make people fall to the ground. So when my eyes turn gray, somethings up.

"Hello." says a smooth, cold voice. Kinda like one of those super-villains that manipulate the good guy in the stories.

"Hi." I say nonchalantly, facing the tall, black, and turned around chair where the voice came from.

"Do you know where you are?" the voice asks.

"Naw man, I just got here." I replied.

The voice answers, "Well, this is The Predat-"

I bite down on the Slim Jim, with a wet squelching noise emanating from my mouth.

The voice finishes, annoyed, saying, "This is the Predator Games, and I am Memen-"

SQUELCH!

"-GAH!" yells the voice whose name was apparently Memengah, turning the chair around.

Instead of a face, he has a black flame in its place, with a single red flare over where his left eye would be. He was wearing a black business suit, with a red tie over the white undershirt. To complete the attire, I also noticed that he was wearing black slacks and dress loafers too.

Memengah says, "Do you have any respect for other people?!"

I replied, "Probably not." with my mouth full of Slim Jim mush.

Memengah says, "Well I would like to hurry things up a bit. My name is Memento Mori, or Mori for short."

"So it's not Memengah?" I ask.

"Where did you get Memengah from?" Mori inquired, curious of my question.

I reply, "That's what you said your name was." as I stuff the remainder of my Slim Jim into my gray hoodie's pocket.

Mori says, "Nevermind." as he ruffles papers on his desk. "Next!"

I fall through the floor again, and just out of the roof of a warmly lit dorm room. No damage was done, except for me, of course, I almost broke my ankles!

When I finish falling to the wooden floor, my eyes and hair turn back to their normal brown and black state.

"Strange." I think, unsteadily standing up.

A voice coming from one of the bunk beds says, "Hullo."

My head snaps toward both sides of the room, scanning for what, or who, made the noise.

I see a boy, about in his 9s or 10s, making a smug grin from the shade of the dark wood bed, which clashed with the colors of the brighter flooring.

"You must be new here, eh?" the boy says, still holding his smiling head over his arms.

"Yeah?" I say, uncertain about the situation.

"The name's Kevin, nice to meet you." the boy says, stretching his arm out to shake my hand.

I began to ponder what situation would I be stuck in a room with a child who was unphased of people falling out of nowhere.

I shake his hand, saying, "Well my name's Micheal, or just Mike for short."

An eccentric voice calls out from up the stairs intertwining the bunk bed where Kevin

layed, "A newbie!" the voice began to shift to a more obsessive sound, "I looooove visitors!"

Kevin sighs brittley, "Not her again."

The voice excitedly continues, "I bet it'll be a new friend who likes everything I like, and everything will be PERFECT because she'll like the same foods, so we could have like SUPER COOL FRIEND TIME TOGETHER, AND IT'LL BE SO AMAZ-"

-I say, "Hi." as I see the speaker's jaw drop at the last step.

"ANOTHER GUY?!" the speaker says, "I COULD UNDERSTAND GETTING THEM TWICE, BUT THIS?!"

The speaker was standing at around 5,10" without counting the fox looking ears. The speaker also had long white fluffy fur, slightly overgrown at the top where it curled. The speaker had an orange snout and underbelly, where a purple bow tie was located. The speaker had orange hands and feet, with dark purple claws. The speaker wore matching purple lipstick on the top jaw segment and had the same hue of purple in large circles on her cheeks. The speaker had a strange cartoonish look surrounding her, just like how Kevin was a bit... different. There was one more strange thing about her. Her eyes, they weren't- right.