The Five Rooms

Chapter 1

I awake on the ground in a place I don't remember. I shiver and look around as many things fly at me. Memories. Feelings. Emotions. Pain courses through me. My head aches and so do my joints, muscles. Memories, random ones, flash into my mind making me gasp. My mind seemed messed up, memories weren't there, and ones I didn't even think I should remember came flying back at me. I was young, two, three maybe, yet I could remember what had happened, what someone was wearing. It was weird.
That was until a certain memory came to me. The memory of me making myself forget something. I was older, maybe twelve or thirteen. I tried so hard, and as this memory floods my eyes I gasp. I didn't know what I was supposed to forget, it wasn't in my mind now, but all I knew was that, if it was one of the memories that flooded back to me I don't know what I would do. It would break me, like it did before I made myself forget it. This information sears itself into my mind, like it didn't want me to ever forget it.
As that thought finished and the flashing memories finally settled down, I remembered I didn't know where I was. The room was dark, only one window but it was covered by think, white blinds. There was a bed, a double, with a plain black comforter that had a lightly sown pattern on it. The floor was carpeted with light gray carpet, yet it was covered in multicolored spills from who knows what. I shake my head and keep looking around the room for clues as to who's it could be. There was one mirror in the room, it reflected the blinds on the wall above me and it was attached to a dresser that had clothes stuffed into the drawers, so much so that they couldn't completely close. On the dresser was a comb, a leather string necklace with a wooden pendent on it, and a stack of pictures. In the stack of photos were pictures of a guy, maybe 18 years old. He had dark hair that fell into his face a little. It wasn't too long, but it was just right to suit the perfect features of his face. His eyes were a mixture between a piercing, bright blue and a duller, grey colour, and his lips were full and just right. In some he was alone, posing silly, and in others there were more people in the pictures. Most commonly was a girl who looked about 16. She was pretty. She had long, lighter brown hair that fell to her waist and soft brown eyes that looked so friendly and happy in the pictures. Again, like the boy's, her features were close to perfect, her lips not quite full, but they matched her face perfectly. I also noticed a dark checkmark shaped mark she had on her collarbone, and I couldn't help but see the medium sized, black dolphin tattoo she had just below the back of her shoulder. It looked good on her.
I was shuffling though all the photos for a few minutes until a sudden noise blares throughout my head.
"Hello everyone and welcome to The Five Rooms." The voice rings though my head, though I don't understand why it said 'everyone' when, as far as I knew, I was the only one here. "Where you are now is where you will begin The Five Rooms challenge. The challenge is as follows. There are five settings, or rooms, that will come to you. Each as real as it gets. There will be dangerous obstacles in each room, some of the obstacles will even be yourselves. This game is a 'last one standing wins game'. There are fifteen of you, each in a different part in the same setting. Whether you team up or remain alone is up to you, just beware. Most of you will die. Let me rephrase that, all but one of you will die. If you want to be the one who does not die, I suggest you find a weapon, follow the clues quickly, and kill anyone in your path. But that choice is up to you."
I don't understand what the voice is saying. It wants us to kill each other? Seriously? Could this be some sort of prank? I don't think so, the voice sounds too serious for this to be a prank.
"There are keys around your neck. I will tell you ahead of time they do not open any doors you will need to open. As for what they are for, I cannot tell you, you must figure it out yourselves." The voice I now realize sounds like a recording says. "Now, good luck. This will not be easy. But you all have the capability to be the winner."
The voice stops, and the room rings with an eerie silence. I shiver as I go over what the voice had just said. Kill each other. One left alive. I shake my head, this can't be serious. It can't be.
I remember it mentioning a key, and look down, only now noticing the slight weight of the silver key around my neck. I pick it up in my nervous hands and look at it. There is a single word engraved into the smooth surface. 'Fearless'. The word doesn't make any sense to me. I am far from fearless, or at least that's what it seems like from my messed up memories. In fact, I am probably the most skittish person I know. Not that I would know. I sigh, confused, and drops the key from my fingers, it falls back to my chest with a small thump.
I slowly start to stand up, realizing I haven't done so yet when I notice something on the wall in the room I am in. A key, different looking then the one around my neck, was drawn in bright, blue ink, from the looks of it at least. Drawn beside the key is an old looking grandfather clock. The drawing had little detail and used mostly basic shapes, but I have always had a talent for art. I can also remember being told I am very observant of things.
A shuffling sound from behind the door makes my gaze snap over to it. The words of the recording come to mind, 'Find a weapon, follow the clues quickly, and kill anyone in your path'. I look around for a weapon. Not to kill anyone with, just to protect myself from anyone who would be coming into the room. But the best thing my eyes can find is a broken plank of wood leaning up against the wall. I grab it and run behind the door, not wanting to hurt anyone, but also not wanting to get killed.
The door opens slowly and I can feel my heartbeat pounding out of my chest. I was sure the person could hear it.
The door is just about to touch the edge of my breast when it stops, and the person takes one step into the room before freezing in their place. I can hear their breath catch. Then their footprints continue slowly into the room. I hold my breath, hoping they'd turn around. Walk away. But they don't.
Before I can even prepare the door swings closed, revealing me completely. I look up quickly to see a boy. Recognition quickly comes over me. It's the guy from the pictures, though in real life he looked even better. He must have been around five seven in height, his eyes were even brighter, his hair even darker and looked almost sexy the way it was messily swung across his face. His beautiful blue eyes study me, and I can see something like, recognition slowly come to his face too, but before he can say anything I swing the board down, not too hard, but hard enough, into his right calf. A look of shock washes over his face as he tumbles to the floor beside what I assume must be his bed. But I don't waste a second to watch or make sure if he's okay. The second he starts to fall, I run. Run as fast as my legs could carry me. Down the hallway and into a different room, forgetting all the others that could be in the building. I quickly slam the door behind me and turn around to see a girl. Startled, I jump backwards, my back hitting the door with a loud thump.