1 million People and Dropping

1 Million People...

   And Dropping!

Chapter 1.

The boy sat up. He dusted himself off as if he had been asleep a decade. His dark green jacket was in perfect condition, and yet he seemed to think it was dirty. He wore Dark blue jeans. His black hair fell over his face, and when he bent down to tie his shoelace, he was forced to brush it aside. He failed and it fell back to its original position. He put his hands in his pockets, and they came back out almost instantly with a piece of paper. On it was a single word: "Jack".

He nodded, as if acknowledging that was his name. Then he left the room. He jumped when someone bumped into him, and shook his head as if scolding himself.  He thought about questions that had been nagging him.

"Where am I?" he wondered aloud.

"Why am I here?" he thought inside.

The most scary was one he hadnt thought of yet.

       "What am I supposed to do?"

 

Jack jumped when he heard her. Almost everyone else did too. If it weren't for that, he would have sworn it was his imagination. It was a woman's voice, a high, cold almost robotic - like voice. She spoke quikcly and harshly.

"Welcome! You are all here because you died. Simply put, you were stupid idiots who got yourselves killed. As you can guess, most of you are 14-21 year old men. However there are exceptions of course. This place is called Purgatory. Most of you will go to heaven for being brave in Purgatory. However, one of you will get the chance to go back to hell, i.e. Earth. We can resurrect one of you to a time where you can prevent your death. You may have seconds, or several hours. I am known as God, but my real name is Shiva. I am dubbed "The Destroyer". Bit mean considering, but who cares, I have power over them in the end. This is the first of 7 rounds. This is the test of strength. You will all receive a weapon. It is completely random, but there will be no advantages or disadvantages other than your lack of skill for a weapon. There are 1 million of you here. After this trial, there will be 1 hundred thousand. which means 9 out of 10 of you will die. Good Luck, And believe me when I say you will need it!

 

Jack  took a step forward and a large axe fell into his hand. He flinched in shock as the weight rested on one wrist. He grabbed the handle with his other hand and swung wildly. Then he turned around and looked at the mass number of people before him, all thinking the exact same thing he was:

Who will attack first?

A blade whizzed past his ear. Jack flipped around and saw a small girl with glasses and mousy brown hair. She seemed furious with herself, as if  she rarely missed her target. She edged up to Jack and lunged for her knife. He responded by waving his axe at her dangerously. She lunged a little to early and he swung again. She cried out in shock as the axe became lodged in her skull. He pulled it out and she made a low gurgling noise and fell to the floor. Jack gasped at what he had done as the blood seeped trough the stone floor and into the depths below. Her feet kicked at the ground as she screamed in agony. Jack fell to his knees and muttered his apologies. He picked up her hand and held it as she died. Her feet stopped kicking and her screaming stopped. Jack sat there. A sick feeling in the pit of his stomach welled up to his throat, and his eyes welled up with tears. Slowly he got up, snivelling, and picked up his now red axe. It was sticky with blood and he grimiaced. Then he walked on to the next room to his left.