Brevin opened his eyes. His
surroundings were dark; it was impossible to see anything. A pounding pain
thumped behind the boy's eyes. It felt like someone was beating his skull with
a hammer. It took a few seconds to realize that he was lying on a concrete
floor. The surface was rough and cold, and smelled like dirt. Picking himself
up off of the ground, Brevin tried to get a glimpse of his surroundings. But
there was nothing to be seen. He reached his arms in front of him, trying to
find something solid; something that would tell him where he was.
His fingers brushed against the
rough surface of a wall. It had been made of the same material as the floor.
Keeping one hand on the cold object, Brevin started walking. Feeling around, he
tried to find a light switch of some sort. Or possibly even a door. The boy's
foot hit something long and metallic. It rolled away due to the small impact.
He could hear the faint scraping as it moved. The sound was familiar, he had
heard it several times before. Suddenly, the area was bathed in a bright light.
Brevin shielded his eyes with
his hand, glancing at his surroundings through a small gap between his middle
and ring fingers. He was in a long hallway that branched off in several
different directions. The walls around him stood almost 5 stories tall. Looking
up, he saw that the ceiling stood several more meters above the top of the
barriers. Large, covered lights lined the walls with a large gap between each.
This left room for dark shadows to form right in the center. Dark stains
covered various areas of the walls and floor. The corridor was worn horribly,
with many gauges and scars running up and down its surface.
Directing his gaze to the small
area around him, Brevin spotted the object that he had kicked over earlier. It
was an aluminum baseball bat. Its surface was covered in numerous dents and
scratches. The rubber grip was almost completely gone; what was left were small
shredded bits. A small distance from the bat lay a small electronic device. The
object looked a little like a Kindle, but thicker and a lot sturdier. A voice
echoed in the mysterious space, its source unknown.
'Please turn on your
map.' The voice chanted. It was feminine, and robotic sounding. Kind
of like the prerecorded tone of Siri or Cortana. 'Please turn on your
map.' It repeated. The recording said these words a few more times,
and then stopped abruptly.
Frowning, Brevin looked down at
the device in his hands. Turning it over, the boy noticed a small button at the
top; as well as eight slots that burrowed through the gadget. Cautiously
pressing the button, he watches as the machine turned on. A small white blip in
the center grew until it covered the entire screen. Almost immediately, the
white changed back to a dark onyx. For a moment, the boy thought that it had
shut off on its own. He was about to press the button again when a figure came
into view.
A mask floated on the screen.
It was an olive green, and covered the person's entire face. Bright orange
markings covered the disguise to give it the appearance of a complicated maze.
Just looking at it for a second made Brevin dizzy. He was unable to see the
rest of the stranger's body, only a black outline. "Welcome. You
have been chosen to play a very interesting game." The mask
stated. Unlike the voice from before, it was obviously a male. And no obvious
computer editing had been added. "I have placed you in a maze with
several other people. And just because it makes the event more entertaining, I
shall not reveal the total number.
"The rules of the game are very simple. Kill. Or be killed. In order to escape my maze, you will need to kill at least eight others. Each of you have a portion of the map that had been surgically installed inside of your bodies. Don't worry about food, we will supply that for you. Your biggest concern is killing, remember that." The form flickered off of the screen for a moment. His broadcast was done.
It took a while for Brevin to
process what the stranger had just said. Kill? As in... Murder each other? He
rested his back against the concrete wall, and sat down. This had to be a
dream, a horrible nightmare. There was no way that someone could expect him to
do something like that. The boy had only turned twelve last month. And now he
was being expected to... "It really is a dream." Brevin noted.
"I'm still at home, asleep in my own bed. And this is just a nightmare
that I'm going to wake up from at any second." Standing up, the boy was
already convinced by his words.
He picked up the bat, and
looked down at the blank screen of the tablet. All he could see was his own
reflection. Light brown hair and bright blue eyes stared back at him. Brevin
noticed the large bump on his forehead. The wound had split a little, and dried
blood had crusted around the opening. Shrugging it off, the boy tapped the
screen experimentally. A picture popped up on the map.
It appeared to be a grid at
first, with nine faintly outlined boxes. One of the boxes held a complicated
pattern that was similar to that on the mask. It sat in the lower right square.
A small red dot flashed in the center of the maze. It reminded Brevin of one of
those red markings on maps in a mall; the ones that read 'You are
here.' Shouldering the bat, the boy decided that he should try to find
the exit. Surely he would be able to get through the maze without killing
anyone. If he stayed to the right, he should be able to get to the end
eventually.
Momentarily forgetting about
the potential danger, he wandered around unguarded. Turning a corner, Brevin
stepped in a puddle. Looking down, his eyes widened with fear as he saw the
coloring. An almost black crimson liquid spread across the floor, slowly
creeping further from its source. A man sat in the center of the puddle,
hunched over a ripped figure. "Where is it?" He demanded. Using a
small blade, the stranger cut a long slit into the other's chest. Laughing, the
person held up a small, rectangular object that looked like an SIM card for a
phone. By the way he was hunched over, the murderer looked like Golem from Lord
of the Rings.
"I found it!" He
gloated. "I found the piece!" Shoving the chip into a device that
looked just like Brevin's, the figure continued his small celebration. Standing
up, he turned around. The boy had been frozen in fear the entire time. This
wasn't...this couldn't be real. The maze. The blood. None of it could be part
of reality. Brevin started shaking as the killer advanced. An eerie smile had
plastered itself on the man's face. The fear moved the boy's limbs for him.
Without looking back, the boy
ran as fast as he could in the opposite direction. The cold reality of the
situation hit him almost as hard as the fear. This was no dream. And Brevin
would die if he didn't escape.