The Alpha's Games

Six

The morning sun is irritably bright and happy.

It shines on my face and groggily I toss a pillow at the window.

The radiant sun does not seem to care about my irritation. It continues to pour into my room as if it were assigned too. I sit up,massage my temples and then rub my arms. Someone knocks at my door and while it opens I hold my breathe. A female guard stands emotionless, her curly brown hair tied in a bun. I try to smile but she doesn't except it. Instead she stares at me coldly, and I know time for hospitatlies is over. I am not here to make friends. She isn't here to be my friend.

"You need to be ready in 15 minutes. For now on I will escort you to the dining hall."

I don't reply but nod my head. Sand feels like it has been poured down my throat. Wildly my heart beats as if it were in a cage it couldn't escape. Tears prick at my eyes when the door squeaks shut. With the back of my hand I wipe away my tears. Today was not about emotions, today was about surviving. Today is about being the wild animal I am supposed to be. So I shove my emotions into a tiny part of me and demand they stay quiet.

I slip into a fern green dress and thoughts race through my head. They are messy, and too excruciating. Flashes of previous simulations cloud my thoughts. A burning forest with dogs that are engulfed in flames. A large copper pool that makes the water become your worst nightmare. Continuous hallograms of those you love dying in sadistic ways.

My hands tremble as I fasten a golden bracelet to my wrist. I brush through my honey brown hair quickly. Then I sit at the edge of my orange bed attempting to collect my thoughts. The thoughts that swirled and thundered in head. A storm of terror and fear of what is to come. Of what I will face. Of how I will be broken, and when I will die. I jump when loud knocking makes the walls of my room shake.

"Caliana Johnson all recruits are being called down to the dining hall for breakfast."
"Ok" I reply with a shaky voice.

Once outside of my room I am swarmed with guards. One for every side of me. They are suffocatingly close and I begin to walk with a nervous tick. I pull at my dress and fiddle nervously until they step away from me. I sit next to Christiana and listen to her babble about her excitement. About her thirst for some wonderful task. She is confident she will survive and win. The atmosphere of these people is relaxed. As if they were all going to work and having a little get together before. My stomach flips and I have a hard time eating my porridge.

"It's time" Chris remarks dryly.

A round of applause and whistles erupts breakfast. The people around me stand with ease and begin to line up at the door. My heart slams in my chest. My head swirls and I have a difficult time seeing. Tears mask my vision and with a trembling body I stand. No one notices my panic, but murmer to each other in soft whispers. What will happen? I'm so ready. They comment to each other.

We stop outside of a black door. So black that it would match the color of tar. I stare at the door until I notice everyone is sitting. Sweat begins to drench my skin and I notice my hands are still shaking. When Chris begins to speak I feel oxygen flooding in and out of my lungs rapidly.

"You will enter in this room and answer my questions" Chris states emotionlessly.
"Fail to answer every question and you will die. Fail to answer honestly, you will die."

I bite the inside of my cheek until salty blood floods my mouth. I cannot catch the gaze of Chris. My chest continues to rise and fall in short breathes.

"As you know today marks the first day of the games. Every day something will be held to test your mental and physical capabilities. My best of luck to eveyone."