Game Of Survival (Kellin Quinn Fanfiction)

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Katarina’s POV

“Katarina! I was only kidding! You’re legs look fine!” My best friend, Caroline, called from the doorway of her house. I continued to storm off in rage at what they said about me. I know I was probably overreacting but they know not to mention my body parts or anything. I’m already insecure enough about legs. The last thing I need is jokes about them.

“Kat!” I rolled my eyes, sipped on my soda from its swirly blue straw and readjusted my book bag on my shoulder as I picked up my pace. I was not going back until I cooled down and until they feel guilty for hurting me. They’ll probably apologize tomorrow and we will all move on.

But I was starting to think that this was the last straw.

No seriously, this soda has a straw in it and I think I may have took their last one, meaning I have to buy them more. Ugh, my life sucks.

Anyways, they are always making me feel bad and I’m getting sick of it. It’s time for me to take a stand.

If I ever feel brave enough.

I plugged in my earphones and blasted Sleeping with Sirens but then I noticed how deserted the neighborhood I was in was. This neighborhood always had parties and drunken people everywhere. Where is everybody?

Suddenly, I noticed in the corner of my eye, a dark figure in the alley up ahead. I slowly stopped and turned off my IPod, wanting to see if I’d hear anything. There was absolutely silence. I shook my head at myself and slowly continued walking but once I was at the alley, two figures grabbed me and tried to pull me inside.

I thrashed and yelled against the one guy’s hold on me and tried my best to attack him. I could hear his grunts and the other guy groaned.

“Hurry up and get her already.” He yelled to the guy holding me. I thrashed more and kicked at the other guy, who just grabbed my foot. Well, at least I tried to fight.

“I’m trying but she’s too stubborn. Why can’t she be like the others?” The guy holding me said, tightening his grip. My eyes widened. They kidnapped more people!

The guy suddenly put a rag to my mouth and whispered my ear. “Breathe.”

I was stubborn and held my breath as I glared at the two guys. The other guy holding my legs growled and tugged at my body, causing me to gasp and I knew I was screwed.

They dragged me into the alley and I tried to stay awake but soon I was seeing completely darkness, wishing that I wasn’t so dang sensitive and stayed back at Caroline’s house…

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I woke up in a dark room.

My head was slightly dizzy and I felt horrid but I knew something was wrong. I slowly stretched, realizing I was sitting in a chair now and looked around the dark room before remembering what happened.

Terror struck me and I touched my body to see if I had my pajamas on still. Once I was sure I wasn’t raped, I sighed in relief. Then I heard a door open and lights came down on a tall, 30 year old woman with two guys. I gripped my chair in fear. What the heck is going on?

“Katarina Thomas. We have been waiting for you.” The woman said, smiling. I studied her appearance. She had blonde hair that was pulled back in a high bun and long sleeve black dress with something like a scarf held in her arms. Her dark make-up was not helping my fear at all and the two guys dressed in all black, one with blonde hair and the other with black hair, smirking at me wasn’t helping at all either.

“H-how do you know my name?” I stumbled out, my voice trembling. I was scared I was going to be raped. The woman smiled.

“I know everything about you. How you love Chips Ahoy, but not the bootlegged versions. How you love music more than anything except for food and writing. How stubborn you really are mentally and physically. And how weak and sensitive-“

“I get it already. Who are you anyways?” I said, becoming annoyed. I was going to die anyways, what’s the point of being nice?

“I’m Mrs. Oxford, the host and one of three creators and judges of the Game of Survival, in which you will be participating in.” She said, smiling. My eyebrows furrowed in confusion. What did she mean by ‘Game of Survival?’

“Kyle, James, lead our special contestant to the cafeteria for food and answer all of her questions while I attend the meeting with the other judges.” She then turned to me with a smirk. “I will not wish you luck since we know you will win this easily. Goodbye for now, Miss Thomas.”

With that, she disappeared into the dark and I turned to look up at the two guards, Kyle and James. I could see now that their black uniforms had their names on them so it was easy to see who was who.

Suddenly, Kyle gripped my arm while James stood behind with a bright candlelight to guide us.

“What is the Game of Survival?” I asked, remembering what Mrs. Oxford had said about it.

“It is a game where weaklings like you come to train and battle one another for the title of true strength. You will have to kill someone or win a round of a game selected on a certain day to win. On the final day, if you are the last one standing, you will be our winner and will be given 10 million dollars. You will also have to attend next year’s competition and train the next 50 contestants there. Any questions?” Kyle asked me, finally stopping by a bright lighted door.

“Yes, I might have to die?” I felt like I couldn’t breathe. I was going to be forced into a game to die.

“You don’t have to worry, Katarina. Your death will not be here for we have made sure of it. You must, though, use the techniques we teach you to kill the others and you must do what we ask and sure enough, your life is spared.”

“Is it only me or do the others have that opportunity?”

“Only you, Katarina.”

“But why?”

“You’re intelligence and stubbornness is needed in this world. You must win and train next year’s contestants who very well might not have that in them. Think of this competition as you training not to be weak and taking down the ones who are weak and not worthy of living.” Kyle said firmly. Suddenly James stepped forward and gave me a warning look.

“There may be contestants aiming to kill you but they cannot if they have no reason other than to win. If, let’s say, you provoke them or do something to make them hate you then we have no control over them if they kill you out there. My suggestion, don’t make enemies and don’t make close friends.”

“But you may have frienemies. As long as that’s forgotten on the battlefield.” Kyle added quickly. I starred at them both before taking a deep breath. This was all too much and just plain stupid, but what can I do to stop it?

“We don’t have that much time left, Miss Thomas. It is time for lunch. Goodbye for now and good luck to you.” James said, opening the door and pushing me inside. I stumbled in and blinked fast under the bright light of the huge cafeteria. A lunch lady approached me and handed me my lunch before walking away and leaving me to look around.

Everyone was talking, whispering and staring directly at me as if I was prize they wanted. I looked around for an empty seat and found one next to a guy who grinning madly at me but that’s not what caught my attention.

Across from him was Niall Horan.

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