"Who the hell are you?"I take a few seconds to examine the guy in front of us. He has black, fluffy, messy hair covering his forehead and hanging slightly over his emerald green eyes. Black cargo pants, a gray hoddie stained with blood, a black jacket over his hoodie, and blood stained white shoes. I notice the bandage wrapped around his right hand and see a few scratches on his face. He has a switchblade in one of his hands, holding it out to point at us. His other arm is held out in front of a girl standing behind him. She has messy, ginger hair reaching down a little ways past her shoulders.
She's wearing black leggings and a white zip-up--also stained with blood--and black sneakers. She's holding a bat as she stands still behind the guy, both of them glaring at all of us.
New guy (pretend there's blood)
New girl (pretend there's blood)
"Answer the question," the guy says.
"Um...I'm Phoenix..." I quickly respond, snapping out of my trance.
"Okay, Phoenix, what are you doing here? Are you another one of Lewis' friends?" he spits.
I stare at him confused. Who's Lewis?
"Now, Asher, that's no way to treat our new guests," a voice suddenly says through a speaker.
Everyone in the room looks up. It's the man from before.
"Shit," Asher says under his breath, although I'm able to hear him.
"They will be joining you for the time being. Be nice," the man continues.
"As for the new group, I don't think I properly introduced myself the last time we spoke. I'm Lewis."
We hear slight laughter, then the speaker turns off. The guy in front of me looks at all of us.
"Has he asked you to play his game yet?" he asks.
"Yes..." I answer.
"And I'm guessing you accepted?" he continues.
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TRAPPED
Mystery / ThrillerWhen a night of supposed fun goes wrong, a group of friends is forced to hide in an old, abandoned building to stay safe. They eventually find themselves trapped, with no form of escape. This was not an accident, and their lives are in danger. Freed...