Random plot's I come up with on the spot!

Contest entry.

I knew the athletic ones would do something stupid like try and beat them up, and that the fashion obsessed girls would insult them like usual, but this was 'usual' situation.

I wanted to distance myself from them, as if finally seeing the true ugliness of them. Not on the outside though, these peoples coat themselves in cosmetics to look nice. But on the inside, I doubted they had a heart.

However, I was not the type of person to leave them to die due to their own stupidity. It was clear I would have to break the tense, awkward silence that had settled. I was not sure of what to say, maybe I should simply get to the point.

"Don't you think this is a bit far?" My voice was soft, with a tinge of fear hidden inside it. I was staring at the floor, and the vice grip that was still on my arm tightened. I turned my head to glare at Amanda, and pulled my most likely bruised arm out of her grip.

"Far? This, is but a taste of what you will all go through. This, is stage one. You will all be singled out, and tested. You all have lived rich, happy lives, insulting those below you. Not any more. Soon, you shall all go through the pain you have inflicted upon those around you, but worse. This is not just revenge, this is justice."  Kyle spat, eyes burning with fury.

I could tell he was beyond reasoning with, and the hope that was stored secretly inside me dwindled into nothing.

Yet he was holding himself back, perhaps he didn't want to do this... Or perhaps he wanted to unleash all of his anger out on us when 'Stage 1' began?

"Don't you know that this will only make you as bad as those who hurt you Kyle? You think that by torturing them, that will give you justice? No, it will give you revenge, and that will only gnaw at you for the rest of your life. This is not right.  Just because they hurt you Kyle, doesn't mean you should hurt them back. You were better than them, never letting their insults and attacks hurt you. But now? You've sunk lower, resulting to this to teach them a lesson... It's despicable."  It started off as a whisper, but somehow throughout the speech I poured every ounce of emotions I was feeling into had turned into a yell. My eyes, were also full of anger, but not at him, at everyone. This situation could of easily been evaded.

My speech fell on deaf ears, as he only glared down at me, stepping closer.

"Who is this they you speak of Raya? What about those times when I looked to you for help, and you did nothing but look at my with sympathetic eyes and turn away?! You say I've sunken low, but look at yourself, watching as they hurt those around you... You, will suffer worse," He promised darkly, his comeback only adding to my guilt.

I stared at the ground, silent. There was nothing I could say to defend myself, or them. Tears prickled my eyes, and I was giving up... A stray tear fell from my eyes, partially from tears, and fear. The tear went unnoticed, which I was thankful for but now my courage that had dissapeared, passed onto the others. They spoke up desperate to speak some sense into Kyle, but none worked. If anything, it made him more angry.

"You think your words are going to change my mind, that they will make the years of pain I went through dissapear? No. You've wasted your efforts, and probably killed any of your last braincells. This is just the beginning." He said, and I hadn't noticed it before, but it was too late. The shiny metallic object plunged into the nearest person, a Jock named Bradley who shrieked in pain as the knife pierced his arm. He turned and left the room without another word, but threw the bloodied knife back towards us.

It scattered across the ground, leaving a small trail of blood. Tears fell freely from my eyes now, as I knew this was serious, and that this was, as Kyle said just the beginning.

Kyle was groaning in pain, clutching his arm, and shuffled back towards the corner to cry without anyone seeing.

Panic was increasing, everyone was pacing, crying and some even screaming. Some pounded against the door, but their attempts were futile. I, was collapsed against the wall, in shock. 

I couldn't believe that this was the end, at least I think it is. I highly doubt they would let us out of here, or at least not alive...

I think hours have passed, well I hope they have because time seems to be going extremely, and painfully slow. Bradley's cries of pain were growing louder since he's getting no treatment, and the others are sobbing hysterically still. It was growing extremely annoying, not just for me.

I think that the fact that we are all going to die is driving some people insane, even though we've only been here not even a day. I've  noticed some people have been glancing at the knife... The knife in the middle of the room.

Every body avoided it like the plague, but the mad glint in some people's eyes were starting to show. Adam, the leader of the wrestling team had somehow crawled closer to the knife without anyone noticing until now. He certainly lived up to his title, with bulging muscles, and being taller than everyone in this room.

Fear was evident in my eyes, and I tried not to look at him. What if he noticed I was staring? Would he try to kill me first?

I forced away my paranoia, how did I know he was going to kill someone? Perhaps he was going to stab a whole in the wall or something.

His hand now gripped the knife and slipped it in his pocket, and shuffled back to the corner as if he had never moved at all, but I knew better. 

I was staring at the ground, frowning when a voice from nowhere jolted me out of my thoughts.

"Let the games begin."

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Ok, so this was inspired by the Movies Saw, and also by the fact Stereotypes are one of the many things that can cause people to kill someone or themselves.

Until next time~ PurplePandasAttack