Fear Games

Part 1 Andrew

Well, I'm stuck, in a lions cage none the less; now you may wonder how in the world I got here, and the truth is I don't really know. 

See, it all started when I was home alone. My mother was at her night shift, my sister was at some party, and my dad well, I haven't seen him since I was around five. I followed the instructions I was given, take the twenty dollars I was given, order pizza, don't let anyone in the house, and don't ever, ever leave.The doorbell rang, I got up to answer it and when I opened the door it went fuzzy, until now.

 I don't really remember waking up, all I know is that I'm in a cage, with a lion. It would help maybe knowing where I am or even having someone around to help me but there are no clues what so ever where I am. Outside of the cage is nothing, black nothing, I can see only by the dim lights that seem to be hanging inside of the cage flickering once every few seconds. The lion is in the opposite corner than I am sleeping every once and a while stirring making me jump and shake with fear. 

I walk around the cage looking for a way out finding only a small door at the very top of the cage. I reach for it pulling on the latch only to find that it is locked. I walk over to the edge of the cage and see if I can fit through the thin space in between the bars all the while keeping a close eye on the lion who seemed to be waking up with each step I took.  I walked back over to the corner and sat waiting patiently for a plan to come to my head. 

I sat back and started to drift off knowing it was a bad idea but not being about to help the over whelming feeling. Just when I was starting to fall asleep I heard loud foot steps running towards where I was sitting. I jumped up and turned around coming face to face with a man that looked exactly like me. 

He grabbed the bars of the cage his pale blue eyes wide with urgency. His hair was wild flying in every which way but finally settling over his eyes. He reached through the bars of the cage, grabbing the collar of my shirt and pulling me close. I turned my head slightly not wanting to look him directly in the eyes. His whisper was barely audible over the snoring of the lion and his heavy breathing. 

"Get the key and escape" he murmured. I knew that voice. The deep voice that had a since of urgency. It almost sounded like, my father. But it couldn't be, he was gone. How could he get here?

"What key- what are you talking about?" I asked pulling away to look at him. Once I looked at him I knew there was no denying that it was him. I was his spitting image, but that wasn't what I was focusing on right now, I needed to know more about the key.

"Andrew get the key and get out of that cage!" He yelled now more angry than worried. He started to walk backwards slowly at first but than started to speed up. 

He was almost out of sight when there was a loud bang. I turned around just to see my father, fall to his knees blood spreading across his shirt in almost a flowering pattern. 

My heart sank, it felt as if the world was crashing around me. Though I was never really connected with him, this man, my father or not he still was apart of who I was. But not only that, knowing that there was someone, something out there, that even if I did manage to escape I would still be shot down, or worse, that scared me more than anything. 

But there was some part of me, one small part that I knew I needed to escape, do something that wasn't just sitting in this cage in self pity knowing that eventually the lion will wake up, and he will kill me. 

So now the problem is finding that key. I again paced the floor making sure I kept a safe distance away from the lion who has again started to wake. I scoured every part of the cage over and over again, making sure I didn't miss even the smallest thing. But there was nothing not even a small box, chain, dust pile, nothing. 

The lion shifted his wait again drawing my attention back to where he was lying. I scrambled back into a corner and stood pressing myself against the bars. Trying desperately not to be seen, if and when the lion woke up. 

I stood there in fear trying to decide what to do. This had to have a reason behind it. I mean I didn't have any enemies that would want to kill me. There had to be some way to escape, and I had a sickening feeling I knew how to. 

There had to be something, a key, a box, a puzzle, even a sword, something, and i had a feeling it was behind that sleeping lion, and I would have to get it. 

I slowly made my way over to where the lion was sleeping, making sure not to make a sound and wake him up. I inched my way over to where he was. When I was about a foot away from where his head was rested on his crossed paws I started to look around again. it seemed to be like any other part of the cage. No trap doors, no note or key that might help me in anyway. I took another step towards him and saw a flash of silver in the corner of my eye. I looked into the farthest reaches of the corner and saw a metal box the size of a tool box. 

I got as close as I could to the lion just barely touching his fur with the tips of my shoes and reached as far as I could to try and get the box. I just skimmed the edge not able to reach it all the way. I stood up straight again and took another half step forward. 

The lion shifted slightly letting out a long, heavy sigh. I took a half step backwards worried that I had woken him up. Luckily I hadn't, and I stepped back to where I was standing before. 

I leaned over kicking one foot out behind me so I could reach farther. I hooked the tips of my fingers around the edge of the handle.

When I started to fall.