Hunt or Be Hunted

Chapter One-Boy

I see this song as the theme song as this book.It is called,'I Never Told You What I Do For A Living.' by My Chemical Romance.

Chapter 1

My eyes fluttered open.I groaned and rubbed my eyes with my palms.

"I had the worst dream,"I groaned to my cat,Misty,"I was kidnapped by some people."

I looked around and my eyes adjusted to the dark.I started to walk.Thumps accompanied me.I looked down and saw black combat boots covering my small feet.

"What?"

I looked up to see a silhouette of a flashlight.I reached for it,almost dropping it,and flipped the switch up.

The light illuminated some of the room.It was a shack.The place was covered with dust and cobwebs.

"Misty?"I asked,looking around,but no cat was seen.

"Where the hell am I?"I whispered,my heart beating at an uncontrollable speed.

I noticed a backpack and picked it up.Grabbing the zipper,I opened the backpack.I dug my hands deep into it.

I pulled out a blanket.Reaching in again,my hand closed around something that made my heart stop.

I slowly pulled it out,scared of the awful truth,but I was right.

The moon reflected off the small blade in my hand.I dropped it and backed up against the wall.

"Where am I?"I said,breathing heavily.Where was my mother,my father,my little sister?Where was my cat?My friends?

I decided to take the rest of the contents out of the bag,just out of curiosity.

Curiosity killed the cat,my conscience whispered into my mind.

I know,I replied to it.

The contents of the bag included:a flask,a bag of a few saltine crackers,a windbreaker,some bandages,and alcohol.

What would I need these items for?

I traveled around the rest of the shack,just finding rat droppings and spiders.

As I cleared out a cabinet,I noticed a blue bracelet on my wrist.It looked like something my friend,Meadow,would have made.I studied the bracelet and traced my fingers over the blue string.

I sighed and walked to the front door.Turning the doorknob,my breathing hitched.What would I meet out there?

I swung the door open.

I gasped.

A boy my age was holding a knife in his hands,the one yielding the knife held up.

"Back up,"he said,forcefully.

I gulped.

"Back up,"he repeated.

I took a few steps back and landed on my bum.The boy quickly walked in and shut the door.

"Who are you?"he asked rudely.

"M...Mercy.Mercy Thrompan."

"What color is your bracelet?"

"Excuse me?"

"Your bracelet.What color is it?"he gripped the knife tighter.

"Blue,"I said,"Why?"

"You're on my team,"he said,dropping the knife to his side.His other hand stretched out to help me up.

I took his hand and pulled myself up.

"Team?"I questioned.

"Yea,"he said.

There was silence.

"Oh,did you just wake up?"

"Yea..."

"I woke up about two hours ago.Found out a little about where we are."

My heart flickered with sparks of hope,"Where are we?"

He sighed,preparing to bring bad news my way,"We are in an arena.To fight to the death with the other team,the Red Team.We're Blue Team."

"Death?"I asked.The sparks of hope were crushed by the truth.

"Yes,we have to kill,"he whispered.

"Did you find anyone else?"I asked.

He hesitantly nodded,wondering if he should share the whereabouts of our teammates with me.

"Just two others.Madaline and Cassie.They've set up a camp a few miles away.I could take you there,"he said.

I bit my lip.

"That's if you want to survive."

I nodded,"I want to survive."

"Good.So do I.Let's go."