Crissie

As we walked into the blood-splattered shack, I smelt the familiar whiff of rotten flesh and shoved a dead body aside with a spade. Jack turned on the light and sat down on the table, "I think we've got some explaining to do." he said.

"Yes, I think you have!" Bast replied with a small smile. Suddenly, something bashed against the door, scaring the life out of all of us. Well, not literally. There were two carving knives on the floor, so Jack and I immediately reached out for them.

"Shhh, don't say a word..." I whispered so only they could hear me. It was obviously trying to break the door down; I crept over, undid the metal latch and swung the door open. Whilst doing that, I plunged my knife into it and it fell to the floor. Taking my knife out, I looked round at the others. Bast was as white as a sheet, still looking scared out of her life. Jack, on the other hand, simply grinned at me.

"Where were we? Ah, yes. Explaining."I continued, sitting down on a pile of sacks.

"How...How can you just do that like that?" stuttered Bast.

"You get used to it.Stabbing things I mean, not the knocking." Jack shrugged, answering for me.

"Anyway, back to the point!" I say throwing a dramatic look at them both,"I take it you met the Shaman, and now your in the game? Thought so. The game is Stay ALive and that's pretty much what you have to do. There used to be 20 people playing the game but now only us three are left. Everyone else got killed. If the Shaman really hates someone he'll put them with us. He'll hate most people because they are protecting someone or won't stand ANY nonsense. That's how I got here - I was protecting my best friend from getting killed but he said that someone like me should be doing that 24/7 as I was so good at it. That really got me in a rage; my best friend did know about my temper and tried to stop me but..."I hesitated,"But she... got shot." I finished, then got up to wash the knives.

" Oh, poor you. You must have been devastated." Bast sympathized whilst going red." What about you then, Jack? What's your back-story?"

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Author guidance for This story

Stay Alive is like a game where you can add as amny twists and turns as you like, romance is allowed but don't make the whole thing about it! Swearing is allowed, don't kill off without that characters consent, No one can be the Shaman, not even me.
Oh, and Stay ALive!!!

Characters

Bast: Black hair, dull green eyes. Not very confident, loves cats, Goes red often. ----Taken, Everafter_me.

Crissie: Ginger, blue eyed. Good fighter, had been in Stay ALive for three years, often gets angry.--- taken, dancingshoes14

Jack: Blonde haired, Brown eyed. American, good fighter, strong, has a loud voice but can be caring.---free

updated Jul 10 '10 by Everafter_Me