The Cage- Tag Girl in Sorority Shirt
From Create Your Own Story
"And it looks like daddy's little girl gone wild is our first challenger! Who's it gonna be, Marsha?"
This girl clearly knows a thing or two about gauging the feelings of those around her, and that's got her terrified. She seems to know that nobody in here is going to risk a popularity contest against her. That means that whomever she tags, she'll probably have to fight.
Brandon is just... no.
The teenage boy doesn't look particularly tough, but she knows how vicious they can be, especially if they haven't had a lot of luck with girls. And he doesn't look like he has.
The Middle-Aged Man is a wildcard. He might just throw the fight, depending on what kind of guy he is. But she's not willing to take that chance. He's just as likely to murder the hell out of her to ensure his own survival.
That leaves the Professional-Looking Woman. She might actually risk a popularity contest, if only to avoid fighting, and the girl's chances in a straight fight are probably better against her than they would be against anyone else.
The Sorority Girl points at the Professional-Looking Woman while fighting back tears.
"Oh, damn! Looks like we'll be losing a lady on the first night. Don't worry, fellas, your dicks don't work anymore. No big loss. So what's it gonna be, Murphy Brown? Catfight or beauty contest?"
She considers her options.
"Duel."
The older woman appears to be in her thirties. She is wearing a business suit that has definitely seen better days. Not too expensive; she might have been an assistant manager or human resources peon. But she definitely gives off the impression that she had goals for her life before it was taken away.
The younger woman probably isn't even old enough to legally drink. She's wearing a pink shirt with Greek letters on it and a pair of jeans. One could say that she has a weight advantage on her opponent.
"Al-riiight! Unfortunately, I seem to be fresh out of Jell-o and swimming pools, but we'll make do. Just as well; fattie right there would probably suck down all the Jell-o."
Fresh red tears well up in the Sorority Girl's eyes. The Professional-Looking Woman's eyes narrow. She turns to the Speaker.
"When I get out of here, I'm going to kill you, you piece of shit." There's an edge of anger in her voice, and it's focused. Directed. Under control. In control.
The Speaker smiles and shakes his head. "I'm sure the young lady on whose behalf you're speaking appreciates that. She'd probably appreciate it more if you weren't about to KILL her... but then again, you weren't picked for your complete lack of hypocrisy."
"Fuck you." Oh shit.
"You WERE, however, picked at least in part for your foresight and attention to detail. And a detail that seems to have escaped your attention is that your little threat against me is implicitly a threat against everyone locked in that cage with you."
The Speaker seems to have momentarily forgotten about the duel in favor of his explanation. "You see, you're willing to do whatever is necessary to get out of there. That's good. But you just let everyone else know it. That's bad."
He seems to consider going on for a moment. "Fuck it, live and learn. Or don't learn and die, whichever. Alright, three, two, one, fight."
Neither of the combatants move. The Speaker is visibly annoyed.
"YOU picked duel, bitch. Did you make a commitment you suddenly find yourself unable to follow through on? Fuck this. I hope Tubby consumes your old ass. She may be a little on the soft side, but at least she hasn't done TWO mind-blowingly retarded things tonight." He turns to the Sorority Girl. "What's your name, girly?"
She chokes out "Crystal" before she can think better of it.
"Well, Crystal, I just want you to know that I am now officially rooting for you. I'm not saying I underestimated you, but I seem to have drastically over-estimated the dumb cow that's about to kill you."
That did it. Crystal has made her decision. She charges the distance between her and her opponent, starting the fight with with a kick to the shin with an impact far, far more painful-looking than the girl seems capable of actually delivering.
"Fuckin' right!"
The Professoinal-Looking Woman stumbles backwards and falls as her body instinctively refuses to put any weight on her wounded leg. She catches the next kick, though, and pulls Crystal down with the ease of a seasoned wrestler. Either that, or both of these women are really, really strong.
With the fight on the ground, it's now a matter of position. Crystal kicks her opponent, trying to free herself. The Professional-Looking Woman is doing her best from where she's laying to keep the fight on the ground where her injury's impact is minimized. They struggle for a bit, and then the Professional-Looking Woman gets the upper hand. Crystal screams.
Suddenly, bats. Hundreds of them. And then darkness.
You can't see anything, and you very quickly realize that you can't breathe. Panic. The bats all shriek at once, and then they start dive-bombing you. You cover your head and try to breathe. You can't. More screaming. You hear cries of pain, but it sounds far away, almost unreal. And then the bats stop falling. And then the screaming stops. You hear a few more violent impacts, and then silence.
You're having trouble with the idea of not breathing, but your body isn't giving you the usual signs that you're suffocating. In fact, your body seems just fine with not breathing. A few more seconds, and you realize that the fear of suffocation is all in your head. You don't need to breathe.
And then the light returns.
You open your eyes to see the floor of the cage covered in writhing, squirming bats, some of them squeaking in pain. In the center of it all is the Professional-Looking Woman, kneeling in a pile of ash.
"Nice job, there. You might actually survive if you manage to avoid any popularity contests from now on. What's your name, winner?"
"Linda." She stares blankly at the space ahead of her.
"Welcome to the winner's circle, Linda. Get some bat-juice while it's still hot and then rest up. You get to tag someone tomorrow night. Try not to get killed in your sleep." The Speaker departs, crouching and scooping up two bats along the way. He sinks his fangs into one as he rounds the corner.
Linda doesn't move.
You're thirsty.
Do you:
Current Status
- Thirsty
- Probably not going to die tonight
- Really thirsty
Inside the Cage
- You (Winner's Circle)
- Linda (Winner's Circle)
- Brandon
- Teenage Boy
- Middle-Aged Man
- Bats everywhere
- Five coffins
Outside the Cage
- More bats
