Arbitrary Instances

1... 2... 3... SWITCH!!!

A/N: Attention to any unfortunate soul who happened to stumble upon this and read it: DO NOT! I REPEAT! DO NOT IN ANYWAY ATTEMPT TO PLAY THE GAME IN THIS STORY!! IT IS DANGEROUS AND YOU WILL END UP IN SERIOUS TROUBLE AND POSSIBLY DEATH!

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It was a cool summer evening. Seven teens gathered closely around a table. On it, there were plans of what they would be doing later that day. As some would say, they would be having  "dangerous fun."

Noah Scott the leader of this fine group, gestured towards the maps they had sprawled in front of them, "Any questions?" he asked.

Commodus Damarcai, the group's most hated member, frowned, "Why do I have to carry all of your water bottles?"

Susan Kempt looked up from where she was staring at her beloved crush, Ben House, and smacked Commodus upside the head with her water bottle, "Because dummy, you are a tag along. Nobody wanted you here."

Ben shot a look at Susan and then turned to Commodus saying, "It's just you were here last, so you got the least wanted job." He wanted to make sure that they didn't upset their water boy, who also happened to be his cousin.

Sophia Gardner covered her mouth and giggled quietly. That wasn't exactly true. Commodus was the first one there, likely because it was his house. But that wasn't important. He was only there because Ben insisted that they needed seven players not six, nobody was too happy about their odd acquaintance.

Noah coughed, glaring at Commodus, "Any important questions?"

Everyone shook their head. "Good. Now let's get going before it gets too late and we miss all the cars!"

Everyone shoved their water bottles toward good ol' Commodus who was on the verge of tears. The poor boy didn't sign up for this. Frankly, he was deathly afraid of the activity this odd group of friends had settled on. Commodus longed to be back at home, talking to his pet goldfish, Rover.

After scooping the water bottles into his arms, he trailed behind the group as they all headed out. They were on their way to the busiest street in town, Slow Ave., thrilled for rush hour to begin!

The group of friends, that is everyone except for Commodus, had been planning this game for weeks now. They had been dedicating their nights to studying bus routes, reading road maps, and looking out for any roadside camera's. You could say that they were well prepared for this day. Sophia, the artist of the group had even made masks for them to wear over their faces to completely seal their identities.

Upon the group's arrival to the busy street, Sophia passed out the masks to all seven of the players. Susan, Ben, Commodus, and Kathy Collins then gathered on one end of the street. While across from them stood Sophia, Noah, and John Doe. On the road in front of the teens cars sped past, people on their way to or from work. Nobody, except the seven gathered for the terrible game, knew what was to come.

"Everyone ready?" called Noah with a questionable grin on his face. The grin being that of a madman, and if you knew of what the kids had planned, you might argue that he is one.

Commodus, who could no longer hold back his tears, allowed them to silently pour down his face. He was not ready yet. But what could he do now? Run away? No. Stand still? Nope. Call 911 and pray? Definitely not. The only thing the regretful boy could do now was follow the rules of the deadly game and hope for the best. Today he had to try his best to avoid death, or kidnapping, although the latter is unrelated.