Based off of the bestselling short story, "The Most Dangerous Game" this collaboration between a number of Protagonize's greatest authors follows a group of kids who awake on an island, unsure of where they are.
When they discover that they are part of a dangerous hunting game, they know they must find a way to escape the island before the Hunter finds them first.
He didn't move. He didn't twitch. He didn't need to, after all. The silence between every footstep told him that it was his butler, probably bearing some good news. Instead of bounding from the bed, and grabbing the intruder by the neck, he decided to wait and see what he had to say.
Then he'd kill him.
He waited still, hardly even breathing. He had trained his lungs to go without oxygen for a good ten minutes. This skill had saved him from death countless times. Not that this was a life or death situation. He listened attentively to the footsteps as they got closer and closer.
And even closer.
He was surprised. The butler never had come so close to him before. He always thought it was because he disgusted the butler, or maybe because the butler feared him, as most people did.
Nevertheless, the footsteps became louder.
He could hear the man breathing, hear the floorboards creak as the man bent over him. He could now feel the breath on his neck. He could feel the suction as the man breathed in, preparing to whisper into his perceptive ears.
He then rolled to his side and grabbed the man by his shirt collar. Turning, he tossed the man helplessly onto the floor then pounced on him like a cat. He wrapped his fingers around the butler's neck and tightened his hold.
"You woke me up," he growled.
"I'm sorry," the butler pleaded.
He didn't want to hear another word. He grabbed the butler and pulled him to his feet. With a single movement he flung him against the wall. Grabbing a knife from his nightstand he charged at the butler, yelling at the top of his lungs.
"Please!! Wait!!" the butler shrieked.
He plunged the knife into the butler's torso, then ripped it out. Blood poured out from his stomach and onto the wood floor. The butler collapsed.
Satisfied, he dropped the bloody knife back onto the nightstand then walked out of the room. "Mr. Parker!" he called.
A man walked around the corner. "Yes, sir?"
"Do you happen to know what my butler was going to tell me?"
Parker nodded. "As a matter of fact, I do. He was going to tell you that the next group has arrived."
The Hunter smiled. He turned and then walked back towards his room. He hadn't had a group in months. It was about time for him to spill some blood.
That reminded him.
"Also, Mr. Parker, it seems that I'll be needing a new butler."