Chris, a 13 year old boy just lost his father. It was an accident. While he thought that he would be always gone and would never see him again, he discovers a box with his name on it under his bed. When he opens it he finds dozens of letters with different times on them, telling him when to open them, but when he find...
Oh, Sherlock. If only you could see me now but alas, like the love I left behind, you are dead.
I know that this makes me a bloody nerd, but I really like this idea, so Dil with it. Lord Of Flies Fan fiction (I guess) All characters but Ariette aren't mine, so all rights to their correct people and all.
A group of friends is stolen in broad daylight by someone who wants to watch them play a game. Except in this game the price of losing does not bear thinking about. Can the friends all make it out from this game? Or is everything not as it seems with a first glance?
