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No matter how fuzzy his mind, he couldn’t mistake the feel of the fall. Down, down, the wind knocked him out of his buzz right before he hit the ground.

All of a sudden he was tossed into black,

And then back out of it.

“What the-” his eyes grew at the gray hue the world had taken on. “What’s…going on…” People, he needed people so he could ask what in the world was going on. The people, he quickly noticed, we’re gray.

Color.

He has almost not noticed the group of dazed, confused, and normal colored teens trying to get noticed by the gray people or standing around. “Ghost! Welcome!” He whirled around in shock-- who? “You are dead.” Dead, dead, dead, dead-dead-dead-dead-dead-dead-dead-dead-dead-dead-dead-dead-dead! Scotty or Kyle? Me or Him? Dead? How could this be how could this be possible?
To easy.
To perfect.
To wrong.
He was supposed to kill Scotty…Kyle…himself! It was his job, His and his alone! "Oh, right! If any of you little piggies happen to die per se or lose the game by the end of the week, then you all will lose and your lives will be taken from you." He zoned back in, all of them would die, if he screwed up? He couldn’t let that happen again, no, he just couldn’t. He wouldn’t let it happen again. “My name is Omen! This is day one.” Did he just change ages? “Let the games begin!”

The man was gone and people started introducing themselves.

Maci, Chiko, Jenna.

Maci...was she here before? No, of course she was. Stop being jumpy.

He put on his biggest grin. “Names Kyle,” He gave a small kind of salute in greeting, “Don’t know what-” The man HAD said they had powers when he had spaced out, right? “-Power I have though. Hope it’s something cool, like super strength!”