31: A Theater Arts Fanfiction

Halloween night 2016. Five theater kids were coming back from a party. Nessy, Cece, Christian, Raymond and I. Nessy is a medium sized girl, stands about 5 feet 5 inches, blonde straight hair and a nice rack. Cece is about 5 feet 9 inches, skinny but can patch a punch in her, she has dyed red hair and a nice smile. Christia is about 5 feet 9 inches, he has long ragged dirty dish blonde hair where it is almost brown, he is the kid who loves meme's and always wears a beanie. Raymond is about 5 feet 3 inches, he's Asian. Always in a grayish green trench coat, he had black short hair and awesome knife skills. My name is Noah, I'm 5 feet 11 inches, I have short red hair, great personality, a bit heavy, my fashion is always mix up and I'm the one when you need a shoulder to cry on, and this is the story of when we were kidnaped and they killed us of one by one.

We were coming back from a Halloween party out in a big field outside of town. Booze, Boobs and a giant bonfire. I guess if you were going to die, this is one of the best things you can do before you die. We were on a back road heading back into town. Up ahead there were big stick piles blocking the road. It looks like something that would come out of the Blair witch project.

"Damn rednecks, don't they have anything better to do then to mess with people," Cece said. Christian and I got out of the car, and we started moving the sticks off to the side of the road. Half way through the headlights of my car were flashing on us. It was blinding. Then they started to honk the car horn at us. We walked back and the car was empty, I looked over at Christian and he had a bag on his head, I heard footprints behind me and the last thing I see is a bat coming towards my face.

I wake up in a big room, the lights gave it an orange glow. I look over to my right and there are my friends, we're all chained up in a row. We all have numbers on the handcuffs chained to our arms. Nessy, one; Cece, two; Christan, three; Raymond, four; and Me, I was number five.

"Hello and welcome to this year game of 31" a voice shouted out above us. We all look up to see a man with a painted pale face, he's wearing 18th-century clothes and is wearing a powdered white wig, one of those that old judges used to wear.

"This year we have chosen to add more entertainment to our game, by choosing you, five actors. We wanted to take the theater home."

A new person walked out beside him this one a woman, she's wearing similar clothes and the same white wig.

"We have some special participates for you tonight. A trained killer, he loves broadway. With each killing spree he does, he will wear a costume from a broadway play. May I introduce you to showtunes'."

A man comes out of a door left of all of us, he's in a hamilton costume. The blue jacket with the golden buttons, a plain white t-shirt with one of those neck things you see prince wearing. He even had the goatee and man bun.

"I'm not giving away my shot." He yells as he walks into the room. "Look at this pathetic group of teenagers we have this year." He walked over to Christian and smelt his breath. "Yep they were out tonight, the smell of beer is still on this one, I'm going to have fun with this group."

"Everyone shall sit under their own vine and fig tree, And no one shall make them afraid," I said.

"What was that, did you just quoted hamilton number five" Showtunes' said.

"Yes I did what is it to you, we are not throwing away our shot, we shall sit under our own vine and fig tree, and no one shall make us afraid. I'm not afraid of you showtunes', you're just a terrible actor who never got your chance. So you take it out on us, dressed as your favorite broadway character. I'm not afraid of you." I say as I spit on him.

"Oh you're dead number five, you're fucking dead. Watch your back."

"I'm past patiently waitin'. I'm passionately smashin' every expectation. Every action's an act of creation! I'm laughin' in the face of casualties and sorrow. For the first time, I'm thinkin' pass tomorrow" I said back to him quoting from Alexander Hamilton. Shotunes' walked out of the room.