The Wedding Games///jvo&mfz Completed

Let it begin

"Can I just say something? For a moment, this won't take very long. Thank you." Rachel began, taking the mic from the DJ. "Ladies and Gentlemen. I would like to say something." Everyone looked up from there tables, people stopped dancing and eating to listen to the planner.

"I'm going to get to the point. Everyone get your small bag that i handed you at the begin of the wedding." Everyone was rushed with a little excitement. "Yes, yes, I know everyone gets so excited for small party favors. But you need to learn to pay attention. So, open your bags."

"What the heck!" Weston yelled loudly. He pulled out a small, very small pistol.

"Hey, I got a knife?" Ashlyn looked up at Rachel.

"Ah, yes. Everyone. Welcome to my game. Here are the rules. The last family standing wins. You and your spouse or girlfriend or whatever it is, are against everybody else on the other side. Groom vs Bride. Two families enter one family leaves. But, if your couple is the opposite you must chose a side. You also much kill the couples on the opposite. Groom is on the grooms side and Bride is on the brides. NO EXCEPTIONS." Everyone jumped. "Haha, I love doing that. No allies on the opposite side. That means no lovey dovey with the opposite sides. Now, in your bag you have been given three things. A weapon, for killing. Limited food, to survive. And finally, a survival tool. For example a blanket or possibly a rope."

"This has to be a joke." Johnny tried laughing it off. But chaos awakened.

"We'll just call the cops." One man said.

"If you would've let me finish you would know by now I have destroyed all of your phones. How? Remember when I asked for your phones? Haha, your mistake."

"How does it end?" Mark asked.

"Mm. One or more member of the bride or grooms side is alive. Or until I decide no more should be dead. Also, you have all of Jenson Hollow to hide, kill, and win...or lose. Try to leave the boundaries, you will cross a electricity border and will be shocked to death. But you have eight seconds to get back. Now, line up. All of you." He finally finished. Nobody budged.

"Why should we?" Ashlyn snapped.

"NOW!" He looked Ashlyn in the face and shot a machine gun into the air, shots and screams raining out and everyone begin lining up.

Grant, Abby, Ashlyn, and Weston all lined up. Holding hands Ashlyn trembling and leaning against Weston. Grant keeping his body in front of Abby, protecting her.

"Kk, I'm going to put this in your neck and I can watch you and track your vitals and such. Thanks sisters." He came around with a small gun like and begin injected everyone in the neck with it.

"Johnny. Is it going to hurt?" Mackenzie whispered watching Abby then Ashlyn get injected, nearly crying after.

"No, baby, we'll be fine." Rachel reached the two at the end of the line.

He whispered in to Johnny's cheek, "Oh what will you do? When all the blood spills? When it's just you and her, what will you do when only one of you can win." He reached up and injected him.

"Oh crap. I'm sorry babe, it really does hurt."

Mackenzie began to shake, "Good luck baby girl. Have fun." He kissed her on the cheek, Mackenzie scowled and spit him in the eye.

He scowled and violently jabbed her in the neck causing her to scream a little.

"Thank you all for participating. But I ought to be going. Please hurry to your position." He began to read off everyone's name like a teacher reading a seating chart, then the person trudging to the spot. "When the bell rings you can step out of your spot. I wouldn't recommend doing so until then." He pressed a button and Jenson Tree was all of a sudden full of supplies, weapons, food. "Your not allowed to use the food until it is necessary. Now I sorted you into your groups, were you supposed to chose... Oh well. Those of you who have a white ribbon when I press the button are on the brides side, those of you with black are on the grooms." He pressed the button. "Well, good luck. May your knife be swift and may you be the winner. Also....

Welcome to the Wedding Games.

Let it begin..."