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Sarah sat quietly by the door, wrapped up in a quilt her grandmother had made for her when she was just 5 years old. She listened to the ticking of the clock and noticed that it' rhythm didn't quite match that of the driving rain. He pulled the quilt tighter to her body as thunder hook the air around her. Lightning lit up the pitch black room, and as it faded, Sarah tried to make sense of the shadows crawling on the walls around her.

“A single tear ran down her cheek. She was worried, and as much as she hated to admit it, she was scared. Scared for him. She hadn't heard from him since he left earlier that morning. Back then, everything was fine. The sun was out, the day was new and bright. “I thought it would be like any other day.” She said to herself, “But I guess that's what they all say when these kind of things happen.” That morning she had sat down and occupied herself with little things as she waited for Elijah to come home from his day at work.

Lightning illuminated the room again and Sarah could see the silhouette of a hooded man in the window. Sarah debated as to whether or not she should turn on some lights, but she felt as if the absence reflected her darkening mood quite well. She looked at her watch; his five minutes were up.

“One more minute.” She said to herself, “That's all he's getting.” Her thoughts went back to the man in the window. Who was he? What did he want? Why was he looking into her house? The questions piled up in her head faster than she could acknowledge them. She tried to sort them out, find logical explanations. But with every answer, came more questions.

Her frantic thinking was interrupted by the feeling of something on her shoulder, She jerked her head to see what it was. A hand, attached to an arm, attached to a body, attached to a head covered in shadows.

Sarah jumped to her feet. Her hands groped the wall and flipped the light switch. Light flooded the room and she had to blink a few times before her vision became clear again. She looked at the room. Two men stood in front of her. One of them held a small leather case, about the size of a normal paperback book. The other wore a hooded raincoat and held a small plastic grocery bag, filled with unidentifiable things.

She looked around slowly to try and take in the entire situation. The door, which she had been carefully guarding for hours, was now open. Rain was blowing inside due to the strong winds outside.

“You can take my money.” She said weakly, her all too obvious fear dripping from her voice. “There's a jewelry box full of old rings in the upstairs bedroom. Here,” Sarah said as she began taking her ring off, “take my wedding ring, just don't hurt me.”

“We don't want to hurt you, ma'am. The hooded man said, “Nor do we want your jewelry. We just want to talk to you for a minute. Please, sit back down. You're making me nervous.”

Sarah turned to her chair and sat down. She tried to pull the quilt on her, but one of the men pulled it away saying that she wouldn't need it anymore. Her nose caught a strong smell, but she couldn't tell what it was. She tried to place it, but the only thing she could tell was it was some sort of chemical.

Suddenly, a rag came from behind and covered her mouth. She tried to scream, but the only sound that came out was a muffles scream, due to the rag being pressed tightly against her mouth. She smelled the chemical again. “What the hell is that smell?” Sarah thought to herself. She noticed that the smell was coming from the rag. That's when things all started to fall together, but it was too late.

Sarah woke up cold. She couldn't move her arms or legs, and her head seemed to be suck in place. She blinked as her vision cleared. She tried to look around, but doe to her restricted head movement, she could see very little Fortunately, she saw enough to understand part of her situation. Both her arms were bound to the chair by leather straps. She assumed the same applied to her legs and head. Then she noticed one of her arms had been turned so her palm faced up, while the other was faced down.

She looked around some more, or at least, as much as she could. In front of her, she noticed a table. On that table, was a TV, and a small metal box. The box seemed to be about one cubic foot in size. On that small metal box, were two lights. One red, and one green. Both of them had been lit up. Also on the box, was a buzzer. It was the kind of buzzer you'd see in a game show. Where the contestants would pus the little button on the top to buzz in with the correct answer. Attached to the buzzer, was a wire which, when traced back, led to the box.

Sarah began to become even more scared that she already was. She had no clue how she got where she was, though she was sure those two men took her. She was confused, scared, and cold, which wasn't a very good combination for her.

Suddenly, TV turned itself on. It displayed a man's face. The man looked to be in his late 40's. His features were subtle. A light blond mustache that almost blended in with his skin. His hair was thin, but hadn't yet turned gray. But as Sarah kept looking at him, he seemed to give of a feeling of mystery. Of something unsure. As she continued to look at him, he began to talk.

“Hello, friend, and welcome. I'm sure you're wondering what you're doing here and when you'll be able to leave, and that will all be explained in time through this prerecorded informational video. First, let's talk about you.

“I know nothing about you. I don't know who you are, and you don't know who I am. That's the way it'll stay. I chose you through a random selection. Basically what I did was open the phone book to a random page, and point to a random name, that random name being yours. Now, let's talk about me.

“My name is Malcolm Fief. I'm a millionaire. I enjoy games, like the one you're going to play. You could call me crazy, or evil, or whatever you want. I really don't care. I can't hear what you're saying from where I am. But if you'll look at the ceiling, well, you probably can't see it, but there's a camera up there recording everything you're doing for my later viewing pleasure. And now, the game.

“As you might have noticed, there is a small metal box on the table in front of you. And you also might have noticed the two lights that it has on it's top. One red, and one green. Right now, both of them have been lit up. Now once we activate the box, the lights will start alternating which is on and which is off. Meaning that when the red light is on, the green will be off, and vise-versa.


	Andy \| home Writings Sarah sat quietly by the door, wrapped up in a quilt her grandmother had made for her when she was just 5 years old. She listened to the ticking of the clock and noticed that it' rhythm didn't quite match that of the driving rain. He pulled the quilt tighter to her body as thunder hook the air around her. Lightning lit up the pitch black room, and as it faded, Sarah tried to make sense of the shadows crawling on the walls around her. “5 more minutes, she thought to herself, “I'll give him just 5 more minutes” “A single tear ran down her cheek. She was worried, and as much as she hated to admit it, she was scared. Scared for him. She hadn't heard from him since he left earlier that morning. Back then, everything was fine. The sun was out, the day was new and bright. “I thought it would be like any other day.” She said to herself, “But I guess that's what they all say when these kind of things happen.” That morning she had sat down and occupied herself with little things as she waited for Elijah to come home from his day at work. Now, 12 and a half hours later, she was still waiting. Lightning illuminated the room again and Sarah could see the silhouette of a hooded man in the window. Sarah debated as to whether or not she should turn on some lights, but she felt as if the absence reflected her darkening mood quite well. She looked at her watch; his five minutes were up. “One more minute.” She said to herself, “That's all he's getting.” Her thoughts went back to the man in the window. Who was he? What did he want? Why was he looking into her house? The questions piled up in her head faster than she could acknowledge them. She tried to sort them out, find logical explanations. But with every answer, came more questions. Her frantic thinking was interrupted by the feeling of something on her shoulder, She jerked her head to see what it was. A hand, attached to an arm, attached to a body, attached to a head covered in shadows. Sarah jumped to her feet. Her hands groped the wall and flipped the light switch. Light flooded the room and she had to blink a few times before her vision became clear again. She looked at the room. Two men stood in front of her. One of them held a small leather case, about the size of a normal paperback book. The other wore a hooded raincoat and held a small plastic grocery bag, filled with unidentifiable things. She looked around slowly to try and take in the entire situation. The door, which she had been carefully guarding for hours, was now open. Rain was blowing inside due to the strong winds outside. “You can take my money.” She said weakly, her all too obvious fear dripping from her voice. “There's a jewelry box full of old rings in the upstairs bedroom. Here,” Sarah said as she began taking her ring off, “take my wedding ring, just don't hurt me.” “We don't want to hurt you, ma'am. The hooded man said, “Nor do we want your jewelry. We just want to talk to you for a minute. Please, sit back down. You're making me nervous.” Sarah turned to her chair and sat down. She tried to pull the quilt on her, but one of the men pulled it away saying that she wouldn't need it anymore. Her nose caught a strong smell, but she couldn't tell what it was. She tried to place it, but the only thing she could tell was it was some sort of chemical. Suddenly, a rag came from behind and covered her mouth. She tried to scream, but the only sound that came out was a muffles scream, due to the rag being pressed tightly against her mouth. She smelled the chemical again. “What the hell is that smell?” Sarah thought to herself. She noticed that the smell was coming from the rag. That's when things all started to fall together, but it was too late. She blacked out. Sarah woke up cold. She couldn't move her arms or legs, and her head seemed to be suck in place. She blinked as her vision cleared. She tried to look around, but doe to her restricted head movement, she could see very little Fortunately, she saw enough to understand part of her situation. Both her arms were bound to the chair by leather straps. She assumed the same applied to her legs and head. Then she noticed one of her arms had been turned so her palm faced up, while the other was faced down. She looked around some more, or at least, as much as she could. In front of her, she noticed a table. On that table, was a TV, and a small metal box. The box seemed to be about one cubic foot in size. On that small metal box, were two lights. One red, and one green. Both of them had been lit up. Also on the box, was a buzzer. It was the kind of buzzer you'd see in a game show. Where the contestants would pus the little button on the top to buzz in with the correct answer. Attached to the buzzer, was a wire which, when traced back, led to the box. Sarah began to become even more scared that she already was. She had no clue how she got where she was, though she was sure those two men took her. She was confused, scared, and cold, which wasn't a very good combination for her. Suddenly, TV turned itself on. It displayed a man's face. The man looked to be in his late 40's. His features were subtle. A light blond mustache that almost blended in with his skin. His hair was thin, but hadn't yet turned gray. But as Sarah kept looking at him, he seemed to give of a feeling of mystery. Of something unsure. As she continued to look at him, he began to talk. “Hello, friend, and welcome. I'm sure you're wondering what you're doing here and when you'll be able to leave, and that will all be explained in time through this prerecorded informational video. First, let's talk about you. “I know nothing about you. I don't know who you are, and you don't know who I am. That's the way it'll stay. I chose you through a random selection. Basically what I did was open the phone book to a random page, and point to a random name, that random name being yours. Now, let's talk about me. “My name is Malcolm Fief. I'm a millionaire. I enjoy games, like the one you're going to play. You could call me crazy, or evil, or whatever you want. I really don't care. I can't hear what you're saying from where I am. But if you'll look at the ceiling, well, you probably can't see it, but there's a camera up there recording everything you're doing for my later viewing pleasure. And now, the game. “As you might have noticed, there is a small metal box on the table in front of you. And you also might have noticed the two lights that it has on it's top. One red, and one green. Right now, both of them have been lit up. Now once we activate the box, the lights will start alternating which is on and which is off. Meaning that when the red light is on, the green will be off, and vise-versa.