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The Chosen: House of Twelve Chapter Two
Topic Started: Jun 13 2011, 03:41 PM (232 Views)
Bryce Kanyon
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Chapter Two

Iyana could feel a throbbing pain on the side of her head; it felt like the worse migraine in her life. She slowly opened on eye but her whole world seemed hazy. The environment started to clear after a while and Iyana could see where she was. She found herself lying next to an African-American gentleman, who looked out. They were both inside a dark bedroom of sorts; though they were lying on crudely made cots. Iyana stood up slowly, trying not to wake the man up. She did not recognize the man nor had she ever seen him before, still she thought it best to take a good look at him.

The man was wearing a black hooded jacket of sorts, with gold stripes etched around the material. A gold chain was around his neck with a big W on the accessory. His jeans were ripped, exposing the man’s kneecaps. Inches away from the man’s hand, there what appeared to be a gold handgun lying there. Iyana hadn’t seen a gun like this around Cleveland; from the looks of it, it appeared the gun had not been used. There was bruise on the side of man’s face; no doubt it came from the same captors who took her.

Not wanting to wake the man, Iyana slowly crept to the door, which was as dark as the whole room. She slowly turned the knob and opened the door trying her best not to make a creak along the way. She peered through the opening and turned from side-to-side. A long hallway was in her view, the floor was entirely of black-and-white tiles and the walls appeared to be a marble kind. Iyana stepped out of the room and into the hallway, her heels echoing along the floor as she looked around her location.

As Iyana walked down the hall, she noticed several other doors on both sides. She opened one door on the right and to her surprise, she saw two other strangers inside the room. Lying on the floor, there was a young teenager of small stature; judging from his size, the kid averaged around 5’1”. He wore a heavy blue jacket with white stripes along the arm area. A black snowcap was around his head, the face very white with brown freckles on his cheeks. In the far corner by the boy, there was an older gentleman lying with his back against the wall in a sitting position. His hair was silver-white, tattered and messy as if it hadn’t been combed in a while. The man obviously needed a shave, judging by the bits of hair growing along his white face. He was wearing what appeared to be a jumpsuit, with the same color as the kid’s coat. But right along the shirt region, a “NASA” logo could be seen and there was a name, “Jack”, written below the logo. In a pile next to Jack, there appeared to be a tool-pack lying right by his side. There were clearly out cold; otherwise, they would’ve woken up by now.

Iyana closed the door slowly not wanting to wake them. She couldn’t help but wonder why these people were here along with her, it was confusing to her. She turned to the other door on the other side and like before opened the door but not all the way. One person was in the room this time. A blond-haired boy was lying on the floor, wrapped in a blanket. Iyana was surprised to see another teen in this house as well. It seemed that these captors had taken more than just her and had these strangers put together in this one house.

“But why,” Iyana wondered. Iyana didn’t know the answer to this puzzling development. All she knew was that she had to find a way out somehow.

As Iyana reached the end of the hall, her hopes raised when she saw a door out by the living room area. Frantically, Iyana rushed to the door, her way to freedom near her reached. She turned the knob, but it would not turn and she couldn’t push the door open neither could she pull it either. Iyana started to panic and started banging on the door.

“HELP!!!” Iyana yelled. “CAN ANYONE HEAR ME! SOMEONE PLEASE LET ME OUT! HELP!!”

After a while, her voice grew horse and her hands stung from banging on the hard wooden door. Iyana soon gave up, figuring that no one could hear her from in the house. Whoever designed the house must’ve made it so that no one from the outside could hear what was going on inside. Iyana turned back from where she came to get another look. Apart from the hall she walked through on her right side view, there was another hall to her left which must’ve been just as long as the other. There some black leather couches on the sides of the room and an oval glass table was in the middle. There appeared to be a projector on another small table and a tape on top, yet Iyana didn’t know what it was for. And by the glass table, there was a staircase going up and splitting into two directions leading to the second floor. From the ceiling, there hung a glass chandelier with a few candles lit. Iyana wanted to see what she could find from up there; perhaps there was a way out from there.

Iyana walked up the steps to the second floor, the steps made of the similar marble structure as the walls. She saw a window on the left side and hurried toward the window. She pulled the curtains open, but to her shock there were bricks blocking the window. She hurried to the other window, but the other window was blocked the same way. Iyana felt cheated through this discovery; all of the other windows must be boarded to prevent a possible escape. Whoever lived in this house must’ve had this all figured out. But there had to be some place the owner had overlooked; somehow, there must be a way out of the house.

Iyana found herself running all around the house from top to bottom. But no matter where she went all she could find were empty rooms and every window blocked. She found one door in the same hall she walked through, but that door was locked and she couldn’t get it open. Iyana found herself breathing heavily, she was having a panic attack. Iyana found herself running all over the house, screaming like a maniac, and her world was spinning. It came to a point when Iyana couldn’t run any more and the heels on her feet were killing her badly. Eventually, Iyana collapsed onto the floor as she started to fade from consciousness. As her world began to fade, Iyana thought she saw a figure in a black cloak standing there. But Iyana couldn’t think, as she found herself drifting into a state of unconsciousness.

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“Hello,” a voice called. The tone of voice was faded, but it sounded deep. “Hello?”

Iyana slowly opened her eyes, her vision slowly clearing. The figure standing before her came into focus and she could make out the face look at her. She was shocked to see a man wearing a half mask covering his face, a mask bearing a resemblance to part of a mannequin. Iyana screamed and took a swipe at the man, who grabbed her wrist like it was a reflex. Iyana twisted and turned trying to get loose, but the man tried to calm her down.

“Miss take it easy, take it easy,” the man gently assured. “Shh, it’s okay. I mean you no harm.”

Iyana took a few deep breaths as the stranger loosened the grip on her wrists. As she took another look at the man standing before her, she could get a good look at him. The half-mask he wore seemed to cover over the face region on the right area. But apart from that, he was a handsome gentleman, around his mid-thirties and smooth black hair slicked to the back. He wore a brown-and-black vest over a white-buttoned shirt, tucked into some long dark pants with a matching belt around. He also wore black leather black shoes with the front that seems to shine from the light along the chandelier.

“Where… Where am I?” Iyana asked.

“I’m not sure exactly,” the man answered. “Perhaps they know.”

The man motioned to a direction above Iyana. Iyana looked to where the man was pointing and she saw three people standing by the middle of the stairs. The group consisted of a doctor in the middle and the two people next to him were a couple of Asian men. On the doctor’s right side, there was a man wearing a light-blue business like suit with a black-buttoned shirt and matching tie. He had a serious expression on his face with a shaven hairstyle as similar as his face. Along his left eye, there was scar line that went from the top of his eye region to the bottom. He also wore black gloves and matching shoes. To the doctor’s left side, there was an Asian who had the appearance of a biker. He was slightly thinner than the other man with a black leather jacket and pants, a pair of goggles was on his forehead underneath his orange haircut, and he wore brown western boots.

Iyana then heard the doors opening and she saw other people coming out to join the others. First came the white-shirt teenager who was looking around anxiously. Following behind him was the African-American, who had put his hood over his head and walked in with his hands in his pockets. Then there was Jack along with the younger teen following close behind. Compared to Jack, the latter seemed to tower over the smaller frail young man.

As Iyana turned to another direction, she saw two people she didn’t see before. One of the two that were standing by the staircase was a pale-looking teenage Goth. He had ruffled black hair with a cat-ears headband on top. His ears were pierced with small black beads, his face was covered with white make-up, black lipstick that matched the eyeliner around his eyes, and one nostril had a nose ring pierced on him. Most of his clothes were black with a skull on the front of his shirt, a whip hung on the rung of his pants, and he even wore black shoes. He was leaning on the wall fiddling with a switchblade. He took no more than a glance at Iyana before turning his attention back to the knife. The other gentleman next to him was a man dressed like a samurai, doing nothing but meditating in a crouching position. All and all, there were a total of eleven people in the room and all of them not sure of where they are or why they were here. For a moment, there was nothing but silence.

“Is someone going to tell me what the fuck is going on?” The African-American asked.

“If we knew that, do you think we’d all be standing here killing time?” The Goth retorts.

“If I may cut in between gentlemen,” the doctor said. “I think the questions we should be asking is ‘where’ we are and above all ‘why’”.

“There’s got to be some…” Iyana stopped in mid-sentence. A thought came to her and she turned back to the projector. “Maybe that tape might answer all our questions.”

“What do you mean ‘maybe’?” The Goth retorted. Before Iyana could say anything, he whips out a cigarette from his pocket, lights it with a lighter, and starts smoking.

The well-dressed Asian walked over toward the projector and got the tape. He spoke something to the other Asian in Japanese, a language no one but the other guy seemed to understand. The biker Asian gave a nod and motioned for the other to put the tape inside. After the machine inserted the tape, the projector showed the footage along the door where everyone could see. Even the Samurai who was meditating opened his eyelids and turned to the screen. From the video, they say a chair with it’s back toward the audience. But then, it slowly turned around to show a person in the video view. However, they could not see what the man looked like because his face was blurred on the screen. The man spoke in a deep baritone voice, as if speaking from a voice-changer:

“Hello gentlemen and madam, you all don’t know who I am but I know who you all are.” The mysterious man started.

“What is this a “Saw” movie?” The African-American said.

“Shh,” Jack said to the other guy and motioned for him to keep quiet.

“I understand that you all must have questions regarding why you are here and yet I must warn you that there is not much time. By the time you finished this video, most of you won’t be around by then. But as to who I am, my name and my identity will remain classified until I say so. As to ‘why’ you are all here today… Let’s just say you are all brought to my humble estate for a purpose. Consider this as a special treat I have prepared for each and every one of you.

“First off, I want you all to take a look at your fellow house-mates. As you do, you must ask yourself, ‘Why? Why Me?’ You may consider this as a simple random order, that I would just pick you all from off the streets. But that is not the case; for you see, all of you in this house have something connected, which only you will figure out. However, for my selection to be more ‘entertaining’, I had to choose a little more carefully based on not ‘what’ you are but ‘who’ you are. For the next few hours, you and your housemates will be your only form of contact, cut-off from your homes, friends, and loved-ones. But do not expect anyone to come rushing in to save you; for I assure you, they will never figure out where you are. All I can hope is that you all can make yourselves at home and get to know each other because… Not all of you will be around for much long.

“For during the next few hours, I anticipate that ‘eleven’ of you will be dead by the end of my game…”

The last statement caught the group off guard and as they looked around the room. There were in fact eleven people in the room and a few of them started to worry as the mysterious host continued to speak…

“As you can see upon emerging from your rest, the whole house has been set to make sure only ‘one’ of you can live. The door will not open until only one of you lives. And don’t think that you can find any ‘shortcuts’ from your fate because all the windows have been ‘barred’ and all possible exits are hopeless. You may look around the house if you please, but take note that every move you make will be monitored with the millions of cameras I have stored around the house. Don’t try to find them all because… You won’t be able to. There is only ‘one’ way to leave this house: You must kill each other.

“A fight to the death will determine who deserves to live and above all leave my house. For among those I have selected, I have done my research on most of you, as I have selected some of the most dangerous individuals in the world. As mentioned before, I will not mention who they are; you must learn for yourself. All you need to know is that only one of you will leave and the one who does win will receive a grand total of one million dollars.

“You will not hear from me again until the game is over and if you believe you can find me… I wouldn’t press your luck. Oh yes, and one more thing. If you all refuse to fight, there is the reason why time will almost be up for you. If I find that none of you will be willing to fight, then for every two hours you don’t, my ‘friends’ will do the killing and you do not want to have to go through with that the whole time you are here. It’s very simple: You can fight yourselves or against my hunters. If you choose the latter… I guarantee they will pick you off one-by-one. But to make it fair, I have placed a chest with everything you need to at least defend yourself. Most of you would already be armed, but for everyone else I do want you to at least have a fighting chance. Live or die, make your choice. The game starts… Now.”

BONG! BONG! BONG!

A series of bells rang all over the house like the sound of a bell-tower. Some people in the group covered their ears from the unexpected sound, while the men such as the well-dressed Asian and the Samurai didn’t seemed bothered by it. After the bells rang, the sound started to die off but a few were trying to shake the noise off.

“God damn man, my ears won’t stop ringing!” the African-American yelled.

“This is a joke right?” the coated teen asked. “Someone please tell me this is a joke!”

“If it’s a joke, then where did he come from?” Jack asked.

He motioned toward a corner and the group started to back off upon seeing the guy. It was a Hooded-figure, who stood there with his arms crossed. No one in the room could tell how or where he came from; they couldn’t even tell who or what it was. In the front of the cloak, there was a symbol of a cross with the left-and-right edges edged around in spikes.

“It’s… It’s…” The blonde teen tried to say, but couldn’t find the words.

“A Priest!” The African-American answered. “That’s our challenge? A fucking Priest!”

“It’s not like any Priest I have ever seen,” Iyana replied.

“There’s something not right about that guy,” The masked man said.

“Demon.”

The group turned to see the Samurai stood up, with his right arm poised to his katana.

“That thing is not a man,” the Samurai said.

“I don’t care what it is, there’s only one!” The African American said. “We can take this… Oh shit!”

The group turned to see that two similar figures appeared next to the cloaked Priest. But then, more Priests began to emerge from the second floor to the bottom. A total of ten of these Priests stood over the group, who decided to huddle together.

“Well, this got interesting,” The Goth kid sarcastically remarks. He removes the cigarette, sticks it on the forehand and doesn’t even flinch as it sizzled.

“What in the world are these things?” The Doctor asked.

“Doesn’t matter what they are; we have to be able to hold them off as long as possible,” the masked-man informs. “Most of us around here can defend themselves, what about the rest of you?”

“I was a black belt at my Karate lessons,” the blonde teen answers.

“I took self-defense lessons,” Iyana adds.

“Will these do?” The coated-teen asked. He took out a pair of pick-axes from his coat, which astounded some members in the group. Even the African American was surprised.

“Why would you…?”

“Heads up guys, here they come!” Iyana yelled.

The Priests proceeded to charge toward the group, who split into several groups to take them on. One Priest rushed toward the biker, who delivered a jumping spin kick in midair catching the guy off guard. Another lunged toward Iyana, who caught the Priest’s arm and delivered a series of stiff knee shots to the Priest’s rib area. She then flipped her opponent onto his back and attempted to pierce the heart with her heeled shoes. But when she hit the figure, she found that all she hit was the figure’s cloak as if the one wearing it disappeared.

The Asian in the suit found himself surrounded by three Priests, who walked around their prey as he waited for them to make a move. In the meantime, he removed his jacket and tossed it aside as he went back into a battle pose. One of the Priests lunged from behind, but the Asian caught him with a sidekick and took down the second with a spin kick. He managed to block a right punch from the last Priest, who caught him with a stiff left punch and a spin kick knocking the man flat on his back. The Priest rushed over to finish him off, but the Asian counters with a kick to the Priest’s chin. He flipped himself back up and delivered a Hurricane Kick sending the Priest to the wall. The others were able to recover and they attempted to hit a double team maneuver on the Asian. But the Asian caught flipped over their shoulders, turned around, and delivered a split kick knocking them both onto the floor. The Asian landed into another fighting pose breathing a huge sigh.

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Meanwhile, the Goth and Blake had their hands full taking on some of the Priests that were attacking them. The Goth turned to a Priest who was heading straight for him. Swiftly, the Goth took out his whip and lunged it toward the Priest’s chest, taking him down. He then twirled his whip with the tip wrapped around a Priest’s leg and pulled it causing the Priest to trip. Blake watched in amazement as the Goth then took down another Priest, tripping him down the stairs. But then he looked as one of the Priests recovered and rushed toward the Goth.

“LOOK OUT!” He shouted.

The Goth turned just as the Priest was about to aim a punch toward the Goth’s face. The Goth was able to roll out of the way, but Blake got the worst of it when the punch hit him square in the face and knocked him on his flat. Recovering fast, the Goth slashed his whip at the Priest’s head and that brought the Priest back down. The Goth stood back up and did a fancy whip trick before slapping it down on the ground.

“Too easy,” The Goth said.

“Sure, don’t worry about me,” Blake remarked. “I just got a broken nose thank you very much.”

The Goth walked over to the fallen teen and lifted him up by the shirt collar.

“Just be glad it wasn’t your neck,” The Goth retorted.

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A Priest fought Jack in a back-and-forth fight, with fists flying all over. Jack was able to fend for himself nicely; however, the Priest was tough and wouldn’t go down so easily. The Priest blocked some of Jack’s assault, but the blows were forcing him to back up. It was from there that the kid in the coat managed to sneak up from behind. He took his pick-axes and struck them into the man’s sides. Then Jack took a screwdriver out of his bag and pierced it through the man’s skull. They back off to see the damage take effect against the Priest.

But much to their shock, the Priest pulled the screwdriver out of his skull and there was no blood found on the screwdriver. Then he pulled the pick-axes off his side regions and tossed them aside.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Jack muttered under his breath.

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In the midst of all the chaos that was going on, the African-American and the Samurai found themselves back-to-back against several Priests who have formed a circle around the duo. The samurai had his katana poised and ready to strike, while the other man had his gun aimed at the Priests.

“What are you waiting for you black-robed pussies?” The African-American shouted. “Come on! I can take you on and beat your ass one-by-one!”

“How about less with the trash-talk and actually fighting,” The Samurai suggested.

“Right," The African American agreed, tossing his gun aside. "These two are mine!”

The African-American went over and did a little dance toward the Priests, crossing his legs and doing a spin along with a shuffle. The Priests just observed his somewhat odd style. Two of them lunged toward the man, who was able to block both of them and hit a palm punch to one of them. One of the Priests took out a sword from his cloak and lunged toward the Samurai, who was able to block the attack and hit a straight kick to his chest. The African-American aimed a punch at one of the Priest’s heads, which was blocked. But the Priest wasn’t quick enough to block a sidekick from the African-American. However, one of the Priests had the young man locked in an full nelson and though the African American put up a decent struggle, the Priests tossed him aside and he tumbled to a wall.

The Samurai kept a good defense against the Priests; but his offense was better. He ducked a slash and countered with an attack of his own taking down one of the Priests. Then, two Priests charged in at the same time and as quick as an eye the Samurai took them down with but a single stroke sending them both face-first on the ground. Just then, he turned to run into a fist-palm from one of the Priests sending him flying into the African American and they fell into a pile.

“Well… That didn’t work,” The African-American replied.

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On the second floor, the masked man was keeping the doctor covered as he took one Priest. The Priest grabbed a hold of him at one point and tossed him over the stairs. The Priest turned to Doctor Jamieson, who looked nervous as he pointed a scalpel, his only means of protecting himself. The Priest stalked toward the Doctor aiming for a quick kill against his unfortunate pray. But little did the Priest know, the masked-man had a solid grip on the rail and managed to pull himself back onto the second floor.

“Did you miss me?” The Masked Man asked.

The Priest turned around only to receive a stiff uppercut from the masked man and then he took the Priest and threw him over the railing. This time, it was the Priest who fell over the railing and onto the stairs. The masked-man turned to the Doctor, who appeared that he was about to crap his pants.

“Thanks.”

“Just be careful next time, we might need you.”

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Eventually, everyone regrouped back together thinking that the Priests have been taken care of. But to their shock, they saw that the Priests had recovered so quickly. The Priests formed into a line and stalked towards the group, backing them into a corner.

“It’s no good, there are just too many of them,” Jack said.

“They just don’t know when to quit,” Iyana added.

Just when it looked like it was the end for the group, something happened. The Priests just stood there as if someone was telling them to. And then, as quickly as they arrived, they suddenly sunk into the floor and vanished right before their eyes. The group was bewildered at first and tried to make sense as to what had just happened.

“What… That’s it?” The African-American asked. “That wasn’t so tough!”

“I don’t get it dudes, I thought they wouldn’t stop until one of us is dead,” the younger teen said.

Jack counted everyone in the group and determined that indeed only eleven of them were left standing.

“That’s all of us, I guess that man was wrong. The eleven of us have a chance to live.”

“But don’t you guys also remember what he said in the video?” Iyana asked. “He said that the priests won’t stop until “one” of us was dead. Someone must’ve been killed while we were fighting.”

“But if the Priests didn’t kill either of us, then who would they kill?” The Doctor asked.

Just then, they heard a noise coming from the stairs. The group turns and they were astounded when the bottoms stairs started to rise. As the stairs rise to it’s limits, they could see a figure in the shadows. It started to move toward them as they got poised and ready for whatever was coming to them. But it turned out the figure was hung in a crucifix position on a cross. From what they could see the figure in a baseball uniform, blood flowed down the shirt and his eyes appeared to be staring into space. The words “Cleveland Indians” was shown on the front of the shirt… Bold in red.

“Oh my god… Is that who I think it is?” The blonde teenager asked.

“It can’t be; it’s Matt Jacobson!” Iyana said.

“Wait… Something is not right.” The Doctor warned.

Cautiously, the Doctor walked toward Matt Jacobson to examine him closely. As he inspected Matt’s body, he saw a huge bruise on his face. Matt’s face was hit with such a huge force from a blunt object and his teeth looked crooked as a result of the force. His face was as pale as his eye sockets, as if life was drained out of him. The doctor took two fingers and pressed them along his neck to at least get a faint pulse. But upon contact, Matt’s head fell over on the side and this horrified everyone.

“Oh my god!”

“Ah shit man… Fuck!”

Several of them got sick and puked their guts out along the marble floor. The putrid smell filled the air inside the house and several cries could be heard along the walls. A single camera had filmed the whole scenario; the housemates were watched and observed as part of their host’s sick entertainment. But what they had just witnessed on this very hour would be nothing compared to the true horror that had been set in store for them.

For the game has only just begun…
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