Carcisia Gruesetal skipped down the drveway, a slightly damp, redish envolope in her hand. She went into her house and layed the envolope on the table. she looked at the adress on the back of the envolope. It read in spidery handwriting; from anonymous.

A shiver ran down Carcisia's spine but she opened the envolope anyways. She pulled out a damp red letter. She unfolded it. Written in blood it said; IT IS YOUR TURN! DON'T TRY TO GET AWAY! YOUR FATE IS DECIDED!

Carcisia screamed and ran out of her house, but a tall man with long brown hair stood in her way. He hand cuffed her and shoved her into a big truck, the kind they use for mailing bigger things in boxes.

There were at least 50 other people in the truck but four stood out. there were two women hugging. One of them was crying. Then there was a girl not crying, but holding her head high and not showing sign of emotion at all. There was also a boy standing in the corner holding a torch. The end of the torch was sharp, you could hurt someone with it. The emotionless girl stood up.

'Sit down!' ordered the boy in the corner.

'Make me!' said the girl.

The boy hesitated, then dug the pointed end of the torch into her arm. The girl cried out in pain and fell to the ground.

'Kill her,' came a voice from the corner. 'She's useless.'

Carcisia looked up. there was a huge man sitting in the corner.

a giant! Carcisia realized.

The boy held the torch to the girls throat. Carcisia's breath caught in her throat. She had never watched someone die before.

'I can't,' the boy lowered the torch. 'I'm sorry.'

The giant grabbed the torch from him and stabbed the girl through her stomach. The boy winced as he watched her go up in flames.