The Games - A PP OUAT Fanfiction

Two.

Don't you think it's funny how, most of the time, new things scare me, but when I woke up here, I wasn't afraid at all?

I woke up back in my regular clothes. My black PTV shirt, black, torn up jeans and black converse. Except I was expecting a nurse's office, maybe a hospital bed. Maybe even an ambulance bed. But I was on the ground. In soft grass. I slowly opened my eyes. Above me was a blue sky, virtually cloudless. I turn my head 90° to the right. There was a massive thorn bush, the pointy ends oozing black liquid. I turned my head 180° to the left. Three more feet of land before nothing. From my point of view it looked a little bit like a cliff, or a bluff. I looked back up to the sky. Then I slowly sat up.

I felt fine. Besides my uncomfortable back due to the sharp pebbles hiding in the grass, I felt fine. A bit queasy, but I'd been through worse. I slowly came to my feet and looked to my left again. Sure enough, it was a cliff beside me. I walked to the edge, careful not to get too close, and looked out.

It was an island. An uninhabited-looking island. It was small, but not that small. I knew I could probably get lost without a map. I backed away from the edge and looked around again. I noticed a small leather backpack close to where I had been previously laying and went over to it, kneeling in front of it. I opened it warily, paranoid something would jump out. Nothing jumped out.

On the very top of the pile was a small envelope. I picked it up but, after studying it a bit, set it aside and looked in again. Right underneath it was a huge six-inch hunting knife that could attach to a belt loop. I attached it to a loop and looked in again. There was a bundle of first aid supplies in a white cloth and a canteen. I shook it as I took it out, and it sounded very full. It had a body strap, so I put it on my left shoulder around my torso and behind my back so it wouldn't get in the way. I shouldered the backpack and sat as I opened the envelope. Inside was a neatly folded piece of paper with neat handwriting. I read it quickly in my head.

To whom it may concern, 

Welcome to my island. You are free to do virtually whatever you want, but please be careful. There are Indians and five other individuals on the island, so don't wander too far. I'll see you as soon as I can. If I've already spoken to you, do as I told you. If you're waiting, stay where you are. It'll be a little hard for me to find you.-PP.

I wasn't sure what to think.

One: Confusion. Why was I here? Where exactly was here?

Two: Anger. Why me? Why did it have to be me? How did I get here?

Three: Fear. Who was PP? What was he going to "tell me"? Why did I have a knife?

Four: Paranoia. Is this PP character a psycho or something? Was he going to murder me? If I leave, will he find me? Is he watching me?

I shook my head and stuffed the paper into my jeans pocket. I heard a small chuckle behind me and jumped, standing and whirling to face the noise at the same time. Nothing was there. Probably just a trick of the wind, I thought to myself. Probably nothing. But then I heard another chuckle directly behind me and turned, drawing my knife. But, again, there was nothing. And then I looked down. On the ground, not ten feet away from where I stood, was a figure in a dark cloak, sitting with its legs crossed, staring at me. At least, it looked like it was. I couldn't tell because the hood of the deep green cloak was up and casting a shadow across its face. Upon noticing it I took a few steps back. The figure chuckled again and stood. In its full height, it was only a couple of inches taller than me, though I felt as if I was several feet shorter. "Who are you?" I demanded. "Where am I?"

"Kasey," came a soothing voice. It was male, with a British accent, and a gentle dimeaner. I didn't trust it. "Calm down, everything's all right, it's fine."