Death Year

Chapter 3

Author's note

Okay, I re-read the second chapter and thought maybe that the concept of 'Death Year' was a bit hard to understand.. I'm not really good at explaining things, sorry :(. I'll try to explain to you, so that you know what is going on.

The following dot points are only for people who do not understand, if you get the concept, feel free to skip this part :)

1. Death Year is basically a death match.
2. There will be 12 contestants.
3. Each person will have an individual 'story' mode, which is seperate from the ongoing death match, (will be explained in further detail in the next two chapters) which enables them to collect better weapons, more money, better armour etc.
4. This is a virtual reality, it is NOT in the real world.

I think that's basically it! I hope that cleared up some misunderstandings!!

A/N: This is just a precaution for the younger kids out there, I do swear sometimes, so if you're uncomfortable, please tell me and I'll alter it best I can :)

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Recap
Who are you?" A voice behind him said.

I turned towards the voice and saw, with relief, it wasn't the girl who tried to kill me earlier. It was yet another boy.

"I said, who are you?" He repeated.

"Chill man. I'm Joel. That girl over there is Skye," the boy, who had a name now, explained.

"Your name is Joel?" I questioned.

"Nice to meet you honey," he whispered while blowing a kiss at me.

I twisted my face in disgust, I raised my hand to slap him before there was a thud and Joel fell to the ground. I looked up at the man in horror as he held a bloody baseball bat, "Your turn, beautiful." That was the last thing I heard before my head was laced with pain and I fell to the ground, knocked out cold.

Present Day

When I woke up again, I wasn't in the alley anymore. I was in a child's bedroom, the wall was splashed with pink and blue; stuff toys were scattered about the room. I rubbed the back of my head as it was throbbing painfully. What the hell happened? I vaguely remember a bloody baseball bat... I remember.. Joel falling to the ground...I remember..my eyesight going blurry.. Oh my god, I internally shouted. Was I kidnapped or something? That would be bad, very bad. Especially now. I'm in the middle of a freaking death game!

Oh no. What do I do? What do I do? Weapon. Yes, find a weapon. I glanced around the room desperately, hoping for something to be of use. I sighed in relief as I spotted a tennis racket in the corner of the room.

"Better than nothing," I muttered.

"What was that?" Asked someone behind me. I yelped in surprise when I saw a boy around my age leaning against the door frame. I quickly put my back against the wall for support as my legs trembled and raised my weapon towards him.

"A tennis racket? Was that your base weapon? What a shame," he said as he laughed hysterically.

Base weapon? Oh wait. Why didn't I think of that earlier? I can use my sniper against him. Ugh, but if I miss, he'll take it away from me and I'll really be useless.

"Well, unlucky for you. My base weapon is this baby," he popped as he took out a fully loaded machine gun. My eyes widened in fear as I looked at the size of the thing. It looked very technologically advanced, and looked like something the fucking army would use in war..

"I know right? This baby is pretty sweet. Wanna be the test subject?" He smirked.

My mouth did not move. My legs did not move. I stood completely still. This is the part where you're supposed to do some kick-ass move and show everyone you're not an useless piece of shit, Skye. Slowly, I raised my tennis racket and prepared to swing. As my hand came forward, I did not hit the man, but I threw the tennis racket with all my might. His eyes widened as he registered the flying tennis racket spiralling towards him. Using his distracted self as an advantage, I hastily dug my crystal out of my pocket and transformed it into my sniper.

Still a few seconds left until the tennis racket hit him, I brought the scope up to my eye level and turned it so that the mysterious boy came into my view. My finger tightened on the trigger. I shot. I watched silently as the bullet ricocheted off the metal lid of a dustbin.. It was Joel. At the last second, he placed the lid in front of the bitch's face.. My face scrunched up in anger and I stalked towards the bed in an attempt to shoot again.

"Hey Skye, Skye. Stop. He's just trying to help us," he calmly explained.

Just trying to help us?" I half-screamed, "He nearly shot me with his damn machine gun!"

The sound of clapping resonated throughout the room, "Damn, Skye. Who knew you had a sniper?" He smirked, "And here I thought you were stuck with this puny racket," he said as he twirled the handle round and round.

"At least it looks less puny than you do right now."

"Excuse me? I'll have you know that-"

"What's going on here?" said a booming voice.

All of our three heads turned towards the doorway, I stuttered mildly before raising my hand to point at the mysterious boy who tried to shoot me with his machine gun, "That dude over there just tried to shoot me. Something about me being his test subject or whatever, I think you see what's wrong here," I cautiously continued.

"Forget I asked. I have no time for your useless antics. Michael. Joel. Skye. Common room. Now."

Michael, now named, stalked towards out of the doorway begrudgingly while Joel and I followed close behind. Michael..huh. That name seems really familiar. The common room seemed pretty cozy considered we were in a death game in some virtual reality world. The fireplace was built with white bricks, a black marble shelf right atop and it was finished with a silver and gold lining covering the edges. The walls were dotted with splashes of paint and the modern two-seater couch stood in the center of the room with a three-layered glass table right in front. The man who had interrupted earlier, ushered us to sit on the couch. With my hand behind my back, ready for attack, I causally sat next to the couch while Joel sat unusually close to me.

"Skye, you may think we're trying to kill you, but as we explained to Joel, we are here to help you survive," said the man.

"Who even are you?" I asked incredulously.

"My name is Asher, nice to meet you."

"Okay..so..Asher.. one question. Why are you helping me? You DO know that this is a death game, right?"

"Yes, I'm aware," he sighed, "But there's one thing you should know."

"What is it?"

"You probably assumed that if you won, you'd be free, right? Well, you're wrong. The ones who lose, they just disappear into the abyss.. The one who wins, they don't get to be free. They stay here forever."

Sta-stay here forever?" I asked in disbelief.

"Yes," he replied, "there is virtually, no pun intended, no way to get out of here alive and free currently."

"So.. what do we do now?" I slowly let out. However I got my answer before anyone even answered. I looked around and all of their faces were sullen, their melancholic eyes darted from each other to me then back to each other. "We're trying to find a way to get out. We think that the story chamber might have some clues.. and also.. we think that the story chamber," he sighed, "We think that's where the previous winners are living."

A/N: Will be updating soon! Thanks for reading this far :) Love ya guys 💞