Snippet #1968014

Elinor cracked open her eyes to a darkened room. The lights were dimmed and when she tried to wriggle free from the heavy metal chair she sat in, she felt metal spikes dig into her wrists. She let out a cry of pain and looked around her. Nine others sat in a circle. They all seemed to be unconscious at the moment. Two chairs were awkwardly empty and Elinor could feel her heart skip a beat. 

She had been chosen for Fate's Games! This is where you wake up and meet "everyone". She tried to move more in her chair, but found that the more you moved, the deeper the metal spikes dug into your wrists. Warm liquid moved down Elinor's hands, she closed her eyes. Trying to focus on being still, not wanting to let the metal spikes dig deeper into her skin. 

"Wake up!" The sickly pretty voice erupted into Elinor's ears. Making her deaf for a moment. This voice was all to familiar, the voice that made her wince. Like nails on a chalk board. Or a key being runned along a car. "That should've woke all of you damn brats." The voice had gotten lower, but not by much. "I'm sure all you are aware why you're here. And if not then you are as foolish as you look." Elinor tried to looked behind her but the metal spikes dove deeper. Elinor whimpered slightly and moved her attention back to the group. 

"Right now, all of you have a ear piece hat allows me to talk to you. You all are probably wondering why there are two empty chairs in your little circle, there." The voice started to get a hint of hate and annoyance in it. "I lost my temper and the two little children just so happened to be near by. Shame really, they seemed a bit promising. On another note, the wraps that are holding your wrists together will be released……… now." Immediate pain was released as the hand cuff like objects dropped to the floor like everyones. 

"Have fun meeting everyone. You'll most likely stab them in the back when there not looking!" A cackle came out from the other end then the line went dead. Elinor looked at her wrists, they were bloody and it seemed that they didn't want to stop bleeding. "Shit…" She trailed off and put her wrists to her shirt. Why did she have a feeling that she wouldn't be the only one with bloody wrists?