Chapter 1
Down in a dark damp basement, lies seven teenagers unconscious. One of the teenagers is a noirette male. He was handsome in fact. He had tan skin and dark blue eyes. There lying next to him was who seemed to be his doppelganger. His doppelganger had paler skin than the other boy. On his left was a blond boy with freckles all across his pale face. He was built without a doubt. Lying next to him was a beautiful dark brown haired girl. She had dark skin and she wore a skimpy outfit that complemented her small figure. In front of her was a large brunette boy. He seemed to be way bigger than the others. On his right was a scrawny red headed boy. He was smaller than all of the others. Next to him was a gorgeous blonde girl. She had a great figure that all of the boys would want and all the girls wish they had.
The red headed boy woke up from his deep slumber. He noticed all of the other teens around him and started to panic. He didn't know any of these people. Not short after, they all woke up as well.
"Wh-Who are all of you people?!" The red headed boy screamed.
"Who are you?" Asked the noirette in a monotone tone. The large boy sighed.
"I don't want to be stuck in here with all of you assholes." He muttered. The blonde boy stared at the blonde girl, not listening to anything the others are saying. The girl winked at him, making his heart flutter. The noirettes 'twin' just lays back down and closes his eyes.
"Let's all just introduce ourselves okay? Maybe we can get out if we help each other." Suggested the dark skinned girl.
"I'll start." Said the blonde lady. "I'm Tami Lichten. I'm 18 and I'm a stripper at a strip club." She said with a smile forming on her scarlet stained lips. She then winked at the blonde boy again.
"I'm Stan Karmish. I'm 17 and I work at McDonalds because fuck you." Said the obese teen. The redhead held back a chuckle.
"I'm uhm…" The redheaded starts nervously. He looked intimidated by some people and jealous at the others. "I'm Luke Tristen. I'm 16 and I work at a library." He says shyly. He recognized the noirette. He goes to his school.
"The name is Jackson Hoftson. I'm 18 and I don't need to work. I'm rich." The blond says proudly. The noirette rolls his eyes.
"I'm Evan Dean and I'm 16. I'm a model." He says.
"I'm Nichole Schwartzs and I work at a gym. I am 17 years old." She says politely. Evan nudges the sleeping and snoring noirette. He wakes up and groans.
"What?" He asks annoyed. Nichole rolls her eyes.
"How can you sleep at a time like this?! We are kidnapped you asshole!" She yells. He sighs. "Introduce yourself dummy!" She commands. The noirette sits up and clears his throat.
"I'm Alex Don and I am 17 years of age. I don't have a job so suck it." He says and lays back down on the damp cold floor.
"Attention. Attention. You all have been brought here for a reason. There are seven of you, but one of you cannot be trusted." A voice says. They all look around to see where it is coming from. There is no doors. No windows. Just a concrete room.
"I see you have all introduced yourselves. Good. Now, we are going to play a little game." The voice says. Nichole gets angry.
"You can't keep us here for a stupid game! There is someone we can't trust here!" She argues, but the voice ignores her comment.
"Now, you all will have 15 minutes to try and figure out who it is. Then, you vote on who you think it is. The person with the most votes dies by the hands they choose." The voice explains.
"If you voted an innocent person, then you have another 15 minutes to try and figure who it is. Then the cycle keeps going until you figure out the person is." The voice says.
"How do you know there is an untrustworthy person in here?" Asks Luke.
"Because I've planted them there." The voice replied. "Good luck." The voice finishes.
