"Ugg," I winced raising my chin slightly placing my hand against my forehead.
I opened my eyes slowly starring out to a sky of orange and red. Several birds flew passed as I starred up into the openness. I blinked with a confusion. Pain traveled across my head causing me to flinch.
I gazed over to my left. The gray of the road took the majority of my line of slight, along with several small shops; maybe a strip mall? I turned my head to the right to see a large wooden pole with a breaker box hung on it.
What's going on here?
I sat up with my hand pressed against my forehead hard to relieve some of the mind numbing headache. I searched the area for any clue as to where I was.
How did I get here?
"Hurry up!" A girl's voice entered my hearing. My eyes darted to my right.
A young girl, maybe seventeen or sixteen ran towards me watching slightly behind herself. She wore a dirty blue t-shirt with a green belt and short black skirt. Black combat boots came a few inches below her knee giving her no trouble as she ran. Wires were tighten around her wrist, as if they were bracelets with a single black cord across her neck. Her eyes were hazed with coffee color. Her pink hair was tied into short pigtails with a black ski cap cutting the color off at side bangs that hung over her right eye.
"Why are you so slow?" She called behind her as she ran straight for me.
"Well if I has some help I might be a little faster," a Hispanic voice called from behind her.
Another girl around the same age appeared over the horizon. Her hair was messy tied in a bun with pencils sticking out of her tangled brunette locks. Her eyes were narrowed and determined with a dark gray coloring. She seemed focused and annoyed on something other than the pink haired girl. She wore a black tank top against her larger chest. Rubber bands and duct tape covered the girl's arms. Lastly, she wore tan command-o pants met her black sandals and purple painted toe nails.
I noticed in the Hispanic girl's hands, she held two oddly made guns. She growled firing at something that alluded me. However, instead of a bullet a blue orb flew out that looked as if it were covered in lighting itself. A bright blue light flashed as the orb expanded after hitting the ground, creating a small explosion.
I yelped from the unexpected noise. The pink haired girl finally met up with me but, it seems I wasn't her target. She ran over to the breaker setting a purple bag onto the concrete. She quickly unzipped the bag pulling out a computer. The girl removed the black cord off her neck opening the metal case of the power box. She plugged in the cord and then attached it to her computer where he fingers began to type furiously.
I sat in total confusion and loss as to what was going on. The pink haired girl looked over at me as if this was the first time she had noticed me.
"Hey wanna help me out?" She asked in a sweet voice.
I did not reply only sat in loss.
"Here, protect me while I download the info I need and I'll share it." She pulled a knife from her pocket throwing it over to me.
I looked down at the strange weapon. It wasn't a normal knife, or at least not anymore. It kind of looked like a taser was attached to the metal giving it a blue glow.
I picked up the knife by the rubber handle looking at it with curiosity.
"What the Hell?" I questioned turning over the knife.
The pink haired girl looked back towards me, "get up and fight."
"What?" I asked looking towards her.
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The Game
HorrorA serial killer by the name of 'The Cellphone Killer' has designed a game for the reveal of his identity. He takes teens between the ages of 15&18 to a digital world where they must play his game to discover who done it? With no memories these teens...