Skylar Davis' mind was racing. Where was he? What was happening? He couldn't make out his surroundings, but he could hear many different noises that he wasn't able to localize in his mind. A groan escaped his throat as he clenched his eyes tightly, his head was throbbing, "He's waking up!" yelled a husky voice.
Skylar was now beginning to come to. He could tell that he was moving, quickly; maybe he was in the back of a van or some other vehicle. It was raining outside and it sounded bad, "The weather man said nothing about rain," he thought. That's when it hit him; he mustn't have been in London anymore.
"Hurry up!" yelled the husky voice again, Skylar filtered out the noise of the vehicle and the sound of the rain pounding down outside. He waited, pretending to still be unconscious enough as to not know what was going on.
Feet shuffled in the van beside Skylar, someone was walking over to him and this was confirmed as a breath of warm air was felt across his face. "Now's my chance," he thought, shooting his eyes open and surprise the man who was staring at him.
As he had learned during his time in the Army, Skylar took in every detail he could in the dim light of the van, before swinging at the looming man. His fist came into contact with the man's chin and sent him onto his back.
"Bastard!" he yelled, jumping back to his feet and spitting blood onto the floor, "This'll have to do!" Skylar was confused now, what did he mean by that? Suddenly, the man pulled out a crowbar and swung it at Skylar, hitting him harshly in the side. "Don't mess with me... Pawn," he grunted, moving around Skylar and opening the back doors of the van. "Good luck," he said with a smirk, before grabbing Skylar by the scruff of his shirt and hurling him out the van.
It all happened too quickly for Skylar to take it in; he bounced and rolled along the road for what seemed like forever, before coming to rest on his back. With a tilt of his head he watched as the van sped off down the street and into the darkness of the night.
"What was that about?" he asked himself, grabbing his aching side and groaning in pain. His eyes suddenly widened as he tried to remember what the man looked like, he brought up the image in his mind and managed to make out a head of scruffy brown hair with a small beard to compliment it.
"Dammit," he whispered to himself, unhappy with the amount of details he could remember, "That bastard." Skylar, sitting in the middle of the road in the pouring rain, reached into his pockets to see what he had with him. He pulled out his dog-tags, which were giving to him when he left the army and something he had never seen before, it looked like a remote control with one button and a small screen on it.
"What the hell is this?" he asked himself, examining the item closely and making sure it wasn't anything dangerous, before pressing the button hesitantly. Something around his neck beeped and he raised a hand to see what it was. His fingers found something metallic around his neck, "What the hell?"
Quickly, he glanced down at the remote in his hand, the screen had lit up and it read "Pawn. 3 hours, 14 minutes, 36 seconds." Skylar blinked slowly, he was confused, but managed to shake off that feeling as he tried to evaluate the situation. "Someone put this thing on me three hours ago," he guessed, before thinking about the "Pawn" part, "That guy in the van, he called me a Pawn. Was it him who put this collar on me?"
All of a sudden, Skylar's whole body lit up, with the light radiating in from the left. He turned quickly and saw headlights blaring at him, it was a car! And he was in the middle of the road! The young man scurried to his feet and managed to get out of the way just as the car sped down the street, he shook off the feeling he had gotten from nearly being killed and ducked into an alley.
It was still raining and everything that was happening was just making Skylar more and more confused. "What the hell is going on?" he questioned, pacing through the alley with his hands to his face. He wasn't usually like this, but all the stress was really starting to get to him.
Skylar's collar beeped like it had done before and caused him to stop dead in his tracks; he turned and looked down into the darkness of the alley. He could barely make out a dark figure stand in the rain about ten metres away from him, "What do you want?" he questioned, starting to get pissed off at everything that was happening.
The unknown figure began walking towards him and Skylar was able to make out an axe-like object in his hands, as well as the same type of collar strapped around his neck. "What do I want?" he replied in a raspy voice that sounded almost maniacal, "I've only got half-an-hour left and so I've got to kill you if I want to live."
Skylar tilted his head to the side, "What the hell are you talking about!?" he screamed, starting to get really annoyed with everything that was going on, "I don't know what is happening!"
The man the axe laughed out loud, "I guess that makes my job all that much easier." Without warning, he grunted and began running towards Skylar, the axe held high over his head and ready to come swinging down.
"Shit!" responded Skylar, jumping out of the way just as the man reached him, missing him by a mere inch. The man didn't stop though; he immediately spun around and spotted Skylar on the ground, getting ready for another attack. He ran at him just as he had done before, his eyes wild with a taste for blood.
Skylar groaned and managed to dive out of the way again, crashing in the wall on the other side of the alley. "Why are you doing this!?" he yelled, quickly, trying to delay the man's actions for as long as he could.
"Why?" asked the man, lowering the axe to his side and smiling, "These are the rules of the game, kill or be killed. If I don't kill you soon, in thirty minutes I'm going to drop dead."
Skylar nodded along and the man explained the reason he was trying to kill him, all the while feeling along the ground for something he could use to defend himself. The man raised the axe high again, and prepared to bring it down on Skylar.
Just in time, Skylar's hand grasped a long, heavy, metal object off the ground and raised it above his head. It was a led pipe and, as the man saw it, he laughed at the fact that Skylar was going to try and use a led pipe to defend himself from an axe.
"You aren't too bright, are you?" he questioned, wiping a tear from his eye, "Time to go." The man swung the axe down at Skylar, but missed as his opponent jumped to his feet and avoided the attack.
"You have no idea who you're up against," replied Skylar, smirking at the man before smashing him the side of the head with his led pipe. The man stumbled to the side and then returned the attack with one of his own, swinging the axe swiftly and having it sink deep into Skylar's upper right arm.
"Got ya!" he yelled, happy that he had finally landed a blow, "Now to finish the job." He swung the axe at Skylar again, but this time he managed to jump back and avoid the attack. The axe kept swinging and smashed in the brick wall, getting stuck almost instantly.
"What now?" questioned Skylar, lunging forward and excessively bash the led pipe at the man's head until he was no longer struggling to get away. Skylar coughed and stood back up, his hands and shirt were covered in blood and the wound on his arm looked bad.
"I need to get out of here," he realised, as the collar around his neck beeped to assure him of the kill he had just made.
OOC: I know, I know. I'm not as great as all you staff members.