Murder Games

Once there was a game host, not like the ones on TV, no this guy was an absolute sadist. He loved to see people compete against each other, not fighting for money but fighting for their lives! The only other prize on earth more valuable than a million dollars, is to survive with your life still intact. There have been many science fiction shows, movies and books that depict dark futures where people battle each other on live TV for the entertainment of those sitting at home. Johnny Swift (this was his stage name, the killer's true name is still unknown) was obsessed with this premise. So much in fact he dared to bring this fantasy to life. He called it, Murder Games. He would abduct several different victims from all over the country of Australia, keeping them locked up in cold damp places like prisoners. For the longest time his victims thought they were simply kidnapped prisoners like in all those thriller movies about creepy abductors. However he didn't touch them, not even once. They were all confused, he had held hostage almost a hundred different people and none of them knew each other even existed. Until Johnny Swift was finally ready to start his murder games. He drove them all out to an underground construction site that was left abandoned and forgotten for decades. It would be here that the mad man would begin this insane stunt. He set up hidden cameras all over the site, before unleashing his prisoners from their cages. They were confused, scared yet relieved to be free of their confinement. They all finally saw each other, in a line next to some strange machine that had large holes in it, reaching in deep like long tunnels.
"What is this?" A middle aged Korean man wearing a blue jumpsuit with the yellow numbers 65 said to a young blonde woman wearing a pink jumpsuit, the yellow number printed on hers was 16.
"I have no idea!" She cried, looking around the area, all men wore blue jumpsuits while the women were in pink, there had to be almost a hundred of them all lined up for the games to begin.
"Welcome players!" The voice of Johnny Swift yelled through the speakers within the underground construction site.
"Who?!" Player 16 exclaimed, staring up at the tall ceiling.
"I'm your host for tonight, the one and only Johnny Swift!" He sang.
"I've never heard of ya!" An Australian bloke wearing the yellow number 69 roared, shaking his fist, "what is this bollocks, mate?"
"A game..." Johnny's voice suddenly sighed.
"What game?!" An old woman asked, her number was 58.
"Excellent question my friend!" Johnny's voice brightened up again, "the game of survival!" He laughed, as the machine in front of them all sprung to life. The round tunnels spun like those at a fun house. Demented circus music played and Johnny's voice sang; "get in, let the games begin!"
"Fuck you!" Player 69 spat, instead turning the opposite way, trying to escape.
"Player 69, you're out!" Johnny exclaimed, then a gunshot was heard, deafeningly! Everyone screamed, as Player 69 was suddenly dead with a bullet through his head.
"Only those who win get to live!" Johnny teased, his joyful mannerisms were a stark contrast compared to the horror that was unfolding. Unfortunately many other players began to panic and run away, then more gunshots were fired, as if from an automatic turret.
"Stop running!" Player 65 cried loudly, so that everyone could hear, "the only way we're getting out of here alive, is by playing this damn game!"
"That's right, 65!" Johnny's voice was cheerful, "good man, good man!"
"Fine, I'll play your stupid game!" 65 screamed, being the first to enter one of the spinning tunnels ahead of him.
"Player 65 has a head start!" Johnny cheered, "this is a race for survival, which one of you is gonna make it?!"
"I want to live!" Player 16 raced into the same tunnel as 65, holding his hand for support, he took it gladly.
"No cheating!" Johnny warned, as a nearby wall opened to reveal a machine gun turret that quickly fired at player 16, killing her instantly!
"No!" 65 cried, witnessing her death was terrible, "you're a sick bastard!"
"Wow! 13 players died already, only 77 left alive, we got a few more games yet, so try and stay alive!" Johnny laughed again, sounding like an excited child. Player 65 pressed forwards, eventually sharp blades like those from a chainsaw began to roar and spin madly in front of him, there were only small gaps big enough for him to squeeze through within 20 seconds.
"Fucking hell!" 65 winced, this was almost impossible to pass, he stared at it intently for a little too long, then tunnel behind him shut with a big, loud slam! The blades then slowly inches closer and closer towards him.
"Better act quick ladies and gentlemen, or you're all mince meat!" Johnny announced.
"Get me out of here!" A male voice next door to 65 cried.
"You're not a celebrity, Player 7!" Johnny howled hysterically.
"My name is Richard Palmer!" The man cried. Player 65 was moments away from speaking words of advice, but then Richard screamed as the sound of chainsaws slaughtered the poor man alive, even the blood splatter could be heard through the metallic tunnel walls. Player 65 hopped through the small gap between the blades, cutting his hand in the process, but from the sounds of ear grating screams; he was one of the lucky few to escape that trap.
"Yikes!" Johnny laughed wildly, "maybe I made that one too hard, only 21 of you survived. I might just have to cut this game short!"
"Fuck you!" 65 cried, as he came to the end of the tunnel, which opened out into a tiny arena surrounded by red metal scaffolding. At the end of each exit was a collection of different melee weapons such as knives, baseball bats and medieval looking spears.
"Now that the survival games are over, it is time to begin..." Johnny held his breath for anticipation, "...THE MURDER GAMES! This is survival of the fittest, lady and gentlemen!" Johnny mocked the fact only one woman had survived the blade trap.
"No!" Player 14 cried, he was a male who only looked about 18 years old, "I won't kill anyone!"
"Too bad!" Johnny's voice whined, then the sounds of a button pressing were heard through the loud speakers, another turret fired and killed Player 14, now only 20 players were left alive.
"Fight!" Johnny demanded and the remaining players picked up their weapons and fought, the girl managed to kill three men, but was slain by Player 47, who was a blank faced bald man with a strange tattoo of a barcode on the back of his head. Player 65 kept his distance from the cold blooded killer, knowing this would be a tough opponent as he strangled and stabbed players with relative ease, the remaining six contenders actually ran from him as 47 left behind piles and piles of bloody bodies in his wake.
"Well done 47, it's a wonder I was able to abduct you at all!" Johnny cheered him on.
"You're next!" 47 laughed, as if finding the whole thing funny. Johnny's voice giggled in reply, it was creepy! Three players teamed up to take on 47, all charging for him at the same time.
"What did I say about cheating!" Johnny roared, as the same turret that killed player 14 sprung to life and fired at the three team mates, killing them brutally. Soon enough there was only Player 65 and 47 left, fortunately 65 knew martial arts and proved to be a good contender against 47.
"You are determined." The bald killer chuckled, blocking and countering most of 65's attacks, however 65 got a good uppercut on 47, then sliced his throat as he fell backwards, 47 rolled over onto the ground clutching his wound, squirming and crying until the bald man bled out and died. Player 65 looked around the bloody arena, it was a complete horror show of brutal death.
"Congratulations Player 65, you're the winner! You get to keep your life!" Johnny cheered, revealing himself on top of the scaffolding, overlooking the horrifying mess that he had created for his own amusement. Johnny Swift was wearing mirror reflective sunglasses, his hair was blonde and gelled back like a 1960s popstar, he had a golden tan and a white leisure suit straight out of the 1970s.
"I'm going to fucking kill you!" Player 65 roared, running over to the scaffolding and climbing up.
"Well... Good luck getting out here alive without my help!" Johnny groaned, disappointed in his sole survivor. Then he turned and shut the metal door behind him, 65 raced towards it and tried to open the door, but no matter how hard he pulled or pushed, it just wouldn't budge. Player 65 was trapped with the men Johnny Swift had made him kill.
"I'm going to get out here, I swear! And when I do, Johnny Swift, I'm going to kill you." 65 said under his breath.
"Good luck..." Johnny's voice replied through the speakers.