Out of place; inspired by the colab ponyfall

Three little girls came down the isle tossing flowers along the path. I watched the door and waited to see who I knew would come through. No one came. Everyone continued silently waiting, still nothing. The priest beside us had a slight chuckle and I shook my head. "Dreams, why do you always fuck with me?"

Minutes had passed and still nothing. Worried expressions began to grow among the onlookers and I too held a nervous stare to the door. Somebody did come. A thin woman with lengthy blonde hair stood in the doorway. She wasn't quite dressed for a wedding; old fatigues, boots and a sweater. "This does not look good." I muttered.

I stepped down and approached her. "Is there something I could help you with? Were kind of in the middle of something."

"Follow me." She said in low voice.

I followed her outside onto the sidewalk. She stopped and I felt someone grab me from behind and lift me up. I squirmed and kicked my foot back furiously. "What the fuck do you think your doing?!" I felt my foot connect with something and was dropped. I turned around to see a large bald man clutching his stomach. I wound back my arm and swung, hitting his lower jaw.

I felt something hard and blunt hit my head and I fell down. Everything seemed to fade and I could hear echoing speech.
"Get him into the van."

"On it."

I opened my eyes and fuzzily saw a dirty room with a tv on a small table. "Good, he's finally getting up."

I looked around to see I was on a small plastic crate. A speaker was in the corner of the room next to a camera. I gritted my teeth. "Who the fuck are you and where the fuck am I?"

"You can call me S. I've brought you hear to have a little fun."

I scowled at how ridiculous this was sounding. "And just what does this fun involve?" A faint smile came to my face at how that sounded.

"My, don't you have a dirty little mind." She giggled. "You have free run of this place and, if you want the prize, you'll do what I want you to."

"That prize wouldn't happen to involve letting me go?" I asked.

"Something better."

If i want to live through this dream then I guess I'll have to just play along. "So what do I have to do?"

"Easy. There are six other men inside this compound. Last man standing gets there own prize."

Six others huh, guess I made myself a challenge. "Can I ask why I'm here?"

"Because it's a part of the theme to this." She explained. "Your a violent, murdering, psychopathic, criminal. Same as all the others. I've been following you for some time. You seemed perfect." I could almost imagine the smirk on her face. "If you do well enough, maybe we could put this behind us and have that other fun too." She added in a sultry tone.

How original. A woman who ether wants me to end up dead or fuck her. Jesus mind, you sure love to fuck me up the ass. "Can we get this over with? I was in the middle of a wedding."

"Oh I don't think it'll be much of a wedding," The tv flicked on. "If there's no bride."

I looked to the tv and saw a woman in a white dress with long navy hair. Her eyes were wet and looking straight at me. The view seemed to start moving. A hand from outside of the view. "Just keep on looking girly." A deep voice said tilting her chin up a bit.

"Don't you touch her you fucking cocksuck!" I knelt down in front of the tv and gripped it.

"They can't here you James." S taunted.

I picked up the tv and threw it against the wall. Glass shattered and covered the floor around it.

"Temper, temper."

"Fuck you." I exhaled.

"If you want her, then you've gotta have a little fun and play." I could hear her laughter. "Every thing you see behind you is yours to use."

I turned around to see a medium sized metal container. On top was a pistol and a magazine. I stepped up to it and looked it over. Glock 17, seventeen rounds. An Idea came into my mind. I picked up the weapon and set it down on the floor. I then opened the crate to see it padded. Inside was another bullet, a sheathed knife, a large vest and a round grenade.

Blackhawk Tatang, bullet proof vest, M67 Fragmentation grenade. Marcus, you sure knew how to teach.

"Clever boy." S said through the speaker.

"I couldn't possibly get some boots? If I have to do this I don't think these will be very useful." I said looking down at the black wingtips.

"Corner." She said in a bored tone. "I don't have all day, there are six other men trying to kill each other. If your going to win then you have to make sure they all die."

I looked in the corner to see an old box. I then approached. it and opened the box to see an old pair of combat boots.

"Vietnam jungle-stompers. These things are twice as durable and half the price of any a' that new faggy shit" The voice echoed in my head.

I let out a breath and leaned against the wall slipping off the dress shoes and slipping on the boots. I walked back to the plastic crate and sat down tying them. I finished the knot and stepped back over to the crate. I put on the vest and attached the sheath to my left bicep. I placed the grenade on my belt and them turned my attention to the pistol. I pulled back the slide and placed the spare bullet in the chamber. I slid the mag in and released the slide. Eighteen rounds.

"Hey S." I called out."

"n-Yes James." She answered.

"When I'm done here," I said furrowing my brow. "I'm gonna kill you."

"I know."