"Oh hey, it looks like they're finally waking up!" A voice said rather cheerfully.
Dristen groaned in agreement and slowly began to push himself into an upright position. His head felt like it had been hit with a shovel, possibly a magical one, because every movement made his head throb for some reason. He heard similar groans around him, and figured that his hadn't been the only head that the magical shovel had decided to punish, though he couldn't remember having done anything to make said magical shovel mad. . .
"Huh, it looks like she knocked them out pretty hard. Did you see her when she dropped them off? She was brandishing a freaking shovel!"
Oh, good. So it wasn't the shovel that he had angered, but the person who wielded it. A female, if the voice- a different one from the first- was to be trusted. Dristen couldn't remember ever having angered a female; his mother had taught him from an early age how dangerous a woman could be if mad. He hadn't been around many females lately, either. Sefiria, Alme, Celandine, Maram. None of them were that quick to anger, and even if they were angry, he doubted that they would resort to using a shovel to enact their revenge.
"Why would Rentha hit me with a shovel?" Someone near him wanted to know. "She normally just sets things on fire." This voice, like all of the others, he didn't recognize, and he was beginning to think that he wouldn't recognize anyone's voice. He was probably surrounded by strangers, which meant that he would most likely have to introduce himself to said strangers.
Which meant that he was going to have to open his eyes.
The thought made him groan again. His head was already hurting; he didn't want to know how much it would hurt once light was added on top of that. Assuming that the room they were in even had a strong light source.
He figured that one of the voices could tell him that, and so he clear his throat lightly and asked, "Is there a light on? And if there is, how strong is it?"
It took a moment for one of the voices to answer. "Yes, but not very." The first said.
"And what does that have to do with anything?" That was the second.
"I have a headache, and typically bright lights tend to aggravate headaches."
"You too? I thought I was the only one." The third sounded a bit relieved about that fact.
"We figure it's because she hit you guys over the head with a shovel. She just sort of teleported us here, so we don't have any headaches."
"Nor were we knocked unconscious like you three."
"I was not 'knocked unconscious' per say," a new voice protested. "Though I do think I was drugged."
The others were quick to comment about this new development, while Dristen focused on opening his eyes. The count was up to four now, four other people in the room with him, and now he was very curious as to what exactly they were doing there. He placed a hand over his face before slowly opening his eyes and trying to gage the intensity of the light through his fingers. When he decided that it was safe enough, he took his hand away.
Two people were standing directly in front of him, both male, though he had already deduced that from their voices. The first had a friendly smile and dark plum colored hair, which probably meant that he had a lot of magical power. The boy beside him had black locks tipped with a startling red, and-
"I'm sorry, but are those horns sticking out of your head?"
The boy gave an almost feral grin. "Yep." Something moved behind him, and what appeared to be a piece of leather tipped with a triangle came into view. "I also have a tail too."
Huh, well that was interesting. The first and second voices apparently belonged to a magic user and a demon, and they seemed to be rather friendly with each other.
"Horns?" The third voice asked, and then its owner, a brown haired man, jerked back into Dristen. "You do have horns!"
"Yeah, I do." The horned boy sounded a bit annoyed now. "Do you have a problem with that?"
"No problem at all." The fourth and final man was apparently used to keeping the peace between two parties. His gaze shifted between the two, as if asking them to say anything else, before calm blue eyes moved to Dristen, and the first boy. "I believe introductions are in order, since it seems that we are being held captive. I am Henrick."
"Kedit." The plum haired boy replied. "And the horny boy is Hunter."
The brown haired man took a moment to move anyway from Dristen before saying, "I'm Lesero."
Dristen gave his own name, and then turned his attention to Kedit and Hunter. "You two seem to be the only ones who weren't knocked unconscious. Do you know what's going on?"
"And why someone would hit me over the head with a shovel." Lesero added.
The boys traded glances before Kedit shrugged. "She probably wants to mess with us. Rose says she does it all the time to her, so she probably thinks it's our turn."
"Which sucks." Hunter said. "It was so amusing, watching her annoy Anna."
Well, that certainly posed more question than it answered. Thankfully, Dristen wasn't the only one confused.
"Rose? Anna?" Henrick repeated. "Are they responsible for this?"
"The girls? No. They're harmless-"
"Most of the time. . ."
"We mean the tan, curly haired girl with the crown. You know, the one who writes us?"
There was a pause, and then the three men groaned in unison.
"Oh great, her." Lesero grumbled, looking rather annoyed.
"I am not sure why she would feel the need to bring me here. I already spent an entire month being used. I thought I was going to get a break."
"So you're the one she used!" Dristen reached over and clasped Henrick on the shoulder. "Thanks! She was going to use my group for that random novel thing, but she switched topics at the last minute. Good thing too, Sefiria was starting to get worried."
"She wanted to use Rentha for that some time ago. Lost her nerve, thank god."
"Yeah, we've never even been considered for that. She just writes really depressing drabbles about Rose that sometimes feature me."
"And she never uses me anymore." Hunter looked quite smug about that.
"Anyway, we figure she dropped us off here because she plans to do something with us, we just aren't sure what, though we do know that it probably won't be pleasant." Kedit finished, sounding a bit too calm about that fact.
A dark looked crossed Lesero's face, and he stood. "Yes, well, I'm not about to let that happen." He moved towards one of the walls and began to inspect it. "A good shock should tear this wall down. You boys should probably stand back."
"Don't you think we would have done that already?" Hunter asked. "It won't work; she put some sort of field around here that cuts off all special powers. I can't even make an Ember."
"Ah, so that explains why my headache was as bad as it was!" Dristen said. At the other's questioning looks, he explained, "I specialize in medical magic, gives me a bit of resistance to headaches and the like."
There were several interested glances, before Henrick cleared his throat and put them back on track. "How much longer do you think she will be keeping us here?"
Kedit shrugged again. "No idea. We figure that she'll appear if things start getting boring and there isn't much for her to write. 'Cause, you know, she's probably writing all this down right now."
Dristen nodding knowingly along with the others, then waited as a comfortable silence descended on them all. He was perfectly fine with waiting, especially since he didn't have much to lose. The girl would either appear and do something with them, or she would just leave them there and having nothing to write.
"You guys are no fun."
Well, that didn't take long.
The girl's voice echoed through the small room, almost as if she was there with them. Instantly, Dristen was on his feet, Henrick not far behind him.
"The girls had more amusing conversations than you did, plus they were all much quicker to wake up."
"Did you hit them over the head with a shovel too?" Hunter wondered.
"Of course not! Why would I do that? I just teleported them into a separate room."
"Then why did you hit those three?"
"And what do girls have to do with this?! That better not include Rentha!"
The girl laughed.
"I hit them because it was funny, which is the same reason why I added the girls in. And yes, Lesero, that includes Rentha. She's in another room with Rose, Anna, Aislin, and Sefiria, and they're all waiting for the game to start."
"What game?" Henrick's voice was cautious.
"The Hunger Games!"
There was the faint sound of something heavy hitting skin, and the girl yelped. "Owww. . . ok, not the Hunger Games. It's more of an obstacle course, really. I split you guys up into two teams- boys versus girls- and whoever gets to the finish line first wins!"
"It can't be that easy."
"Hehe, Hunter's right! I figured that since most of you guys have special power or know how to use weapons, it would be even more fun if I added a few booby traps. If anyone on your team hits the traps, you will hear this sound."
A deep male voice suddenly could be heard saying, FATALITY rather menacingly.
"The traps are all scattered around the course, so be careful! The winner gets a special prize! The race starts in five minutes. Any questions?"
"Yeah, just one." Kedit started. "Why do you sound so giggly?"
The girl's voice abruptly dropped about two octaves, and now sounded much more severe. "Because I want to, okay? Plus, it seemed like a good idea. Good luck guys! And may the odd be ever in your favor!"
The girl yelped again, and as her voice fizzled out Dristen could have sworn he heard her muttered something that sound like, 'stupid bricks'.
Silence reigned among the boys once more, before Henrick gave a heavy sigh. "Well, if we are competing against the girl's team, we have already lost."
"And why's that?" Hunter demanded.
"Because Aislin- my younger sister- is a Seer."
There was a collective groan.