Saw Let The Game Begin Novels & Stories

The silence that trailed Sophia's ominous words was more oppressive than any scream. Within the core of Graves Tower, bejeweled by shining steel and icy glass, the tempest had finally abated—but war had yet to begin. Killian remained frozen. Sophia's voice remained with him—"Let the final game begin." It wasn't a taunt. It was a pronouncement. A killing blow to a man already on his knees.

Then she found me over his shoulder and had a different look, almost professional. "Nicholas," she said. "Scarlett," I said. Spencer's hand moved from her jaw to the back of her neck, resting there completely deliberate. He looked at me and I looked back. Neither of us said anything. Aiden solved the problem by grabbing my arm with both hands. "You came," he said, like he hadn't entirely believed it until now. "I said I would," I said. The game started at ten. Aiden was on the field in thirty seconds, already talking to his teammates, already pointing at positions. He found us on the sideline immediately and pointed. At all three of us. One finger, then two, then three.

I walked out of the scene, everything blurring into one of those slow motion edits, where the villain was about to let out all of his/her rage. The game, like I said earlier, had just began. “May the best man win.”

Maybe in this hell place, caring was a liability. But it didn’t stop the sting. The Game Master raised a hand. “First pair!” A screen lit up with the first pair’s numbers: 0198 vs 0304. Two men stepped forward. One tall and thick-muscled, the other smaller and wirier but alert-eyed. They entered the circle and turned to face each other. The rest of us lined the outside, watching, waiting, breathing too loudly. A shrill whistle pierced the air and the round began.

I was so excited I wanted to scream out loud. Now, the game starts and this time around, there isn't going to be pity. This is the beginning.

“The first round will begin shortly. Please place your bet on your desired players. And enjoy the play.” The shrill sound of the trumpet filled the arena, followed by loud cheers and whistles from spectators. Apparently, only I and Violette despised this ridiculous event. “Open the gate!” The announcer yelled, face beaming with happiness as soon as the players took a step forward. “Let the game begins.” *** VIOLETTE. As I watched the hunt, I couldn’t help but shiver. The slaves screamed for help, spectators satisfied laugh and cheering mixed, making my body feel even colder than before.

Dean is sitting next to my papa and Chris is sitting right beside him. I didn't care about him bringing her, I care about him actually making the effort to be here. Even after the argument we had this morning. "According to the coin flip, Amberwood goes first" The announcer says. We all turn around and face the game. "No more hype, no more talk. Let's play ball" The announcer says and we start shaking our pom poms. "Let's kick this bad boy off." A guy from the opposing team starts off the game and we all turn around. We begin cheering and doing small simple stunts.

My eyes widened in horror at his words as he confirmed my suspicion and my legs started shaking uncontrollably. "All you need to do," Marco continued, his gaze sharp, "is survive until the time elapses. If you survive, you move to the next rank." Giordano's voice boomed across the hall. "Since everyone understands the rules, the game begins now!" A guard stepped forward. "Once the gong is sounded, the game has begun. It will end at the sound of the gong again. Get ready!" The other boys immediately adopted a runner's stance, poised to sprint as they prepared themselves. I was still rooted to the spot and shaking, my mind reeling and trying to comprehend how I even ended up here in the first

“Let’s all pray for her… But let’s not forget how sacred our laws are.” I turned away before they could see the gleam in my eyes. “Let the game begin…” I whispered to myself. And this time, I wasn’t going to lose.

I was impressed by their builds but our guys were made of better stuff. I chose to sober up on those thoughts as I pulled on the required gear for the game. Another gift from Cade. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath to try and filter out the noise from the crowd. I needed to focus, or I would miss the hand signals that Cade made everyone learn for my sake. As soon as I drowned out the sounds, the only thing I could hear was the sharp sound of the whistle and the game began in earnest.