Spencer+Wright

Full Name: Spencer William Wright
 * From**: London, England. Recently moved to the U.S.
 * Gender**: Male
 * Ethnicity**: British mother, American father
 * Traits (Appearance)**: Tall, fit, pale. Dark hair, blue eyes.
 * Brief History**: Spencer spent most of his life in the U.K with his mom, dad, and little sister, Clara. Despite his laidback nature and general cool-guy exterior, he was always a bit of an outcast as a kid due to his odd American dad. After his mom got a job offer as an executive for a big marketing firm in Manhattan, the family was forced to move to the States. The cruel jokes about his strange dad have stopped, but now he has no choice but to listen to countless Americans coming up to him in an endless effort to get him to say something in his "sexy accent"...whatever that means. Ever since he was little, Spencer has always been clever and witty and has no trouble thinking outside-the-box, so it's not surprising that he developed a skill for storytelling. Enticed by the film industry around him, he had high hopes of getting into an artistic college, and after applying to various colleges in the New York area, he finally got accepted to NYU and will be starting his first year in the fall.
 * Anything else**: Has a British accent, naturally. Has a close relationship with his sister, Clara. Hates tea.

=DAY ONE= "Oh, come on, Spence! Just one more story?" I lifted my bag off my bed and over my shoulder as Clara jumped wildly by my side. "I promise I'll tell you all the stories you want when I get back." She pouted, giving me puppy-eyes. "Pretty please?" She insisted. I sighed, giving in, as always. "Alright, alright, but just one." She squealed and ran out of the room, returning with her beloved doll, and best friend, Beth. "Tell the one about the scary island! Beth loves that one." I nodded, sitting on my bed as Clara sat down across from me, clutching her doll in excitement. "Once, there was a mysterious island... An island that contained things unimaginable, unbelievable, things even //your// dreams wouldn't dare dream up." On cue, Clara interrupted the story, "What’s the island called?" "No one knows. No one's ever lived to tell." Clara shuddered, nearly strangling poor Beth, "All we know is that this island was legendary for the crazy adventures that happened on its shores. Tribal people, pirates, odd snake-men, and things that would //really// make you say 'like what?'..." "Like what?" I smiled a wicked smile, "Magic rings and jungle men, bloodthirsty dogs and beloved deer, but most of all...this island was known for..." I paused for suspense, my voice lowering to a whisper as Clara leaned in, eyes wide with anticipation. "The Tickle Monsters!" Clara screamed as I lunged at her. She laughed furiously as she gasped out, "That's not how the story goes!" I stopped her hilarious torture when someone cleared their throat. Our mum stood in the doorway, hands on her hips. <span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">"Spencer William Wright, you're not telling your little sister that absurd island story again, are you?" <span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">I shrugged and Clara hopped off the bed, "It's not absurd! It's true! I bet there's probably pirate sword-fight happening //as we speak!//" She made a sword-fighting stance. <span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">Mum turned to me, “See what you’re doing to her? Come on Clara,” She looked at the time, “Spencer’s gotta get going.” <span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">Clara nodded and reluctantly followed her out the door. In no time, she hurried back, gently placing Beth into my hands. <span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 1.5;">“Here,” She said, “She’ll keep you safe on those scary roller coasters.” <span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 1.5;">I smiled at her as she ran out of my room. I grabbed my backpack and made my way to the car, letter in hand.

=DAY TWO=
 * READ LACIE FIRST **

(Note to Mr. S: Totally doesn't have to be read with a british accent... Don't hurt yourself... Same goes for anybody else that reads out loud.)
I woke up the next morning, utterly fatigued. The nine-hour long drive from Manhattan was taking its toll on me. I got ready for the day ahead of me, heading out the hotel. I yawned, stretching, I really needed something to pick me up. I wandered around a bit, "Where is everyone..." I said to myself. A spark of movement caught my attention. Not too far away was a coffee shop, and what I assumed were its owners, decorating and running about. "Hey!" I said to catch their attention, they both whipped their heads in my direction, "You guys open?" The two turned to each other, and then back to me, "Sure!" One of them said, "Come on over!" She was a blonde little Asian girl, nearly doll-like. She wore bright colors and huge heels as she hobbled over to me. She grabbed my hand, dragging me to the shop, "What would you like?" She gestured in an exaggerated manner at the big menu board behind her, as her co-worker rolled his eyes at her. Indecisive, I asked, "What would you recommend?" The girl gasped, eyes lighting up as she ran to a coffee maker. The guy shook his head, "You asked for it." He said matter-of-factly. She came back with a steaming cup, delicately placing it in front of me. She stared at me expectantly, "Well? Drink up!" My eyebrows shot up as I quickly picked up the cup. I took a sip, relishing at the vanilla flavor. I stayed quiet, leaving the little porcelain girl in anticipation, before giving her a grin, "I love it!" I exclaimed over-enthusiastically. She burst into a pearly smile and clapped her hands, eyes forming little curves. I laughed at her, "You have good taste in coffee, I'll give you that." I told her, and it was her turn to laugh, "Runs in the family, right Jun?" She said as she hip-checked her co-worker. He stumbled, before recovering to shake his head at her, "Whatever you say, cuz." She rolled her eyes, before gasping dramatically once more. She stared at me, "Don't. Move." My eyes widened as she slowly reached for her back pocket. //What is she do-// A bright flash blinded me, my vision becoming scattered bits of green and yellow. I blinked a few times, regaining my sight, "The light was just //perfect//, see?" She held the picture up, proud as ever. I laughed at her a little, "I see," I acknowledged, then realizing something, "I never got your name." I told her. She smiled, holding out her hand to shake, "Lacie Analista Chu." She said happily. I took her hand, "Spencer. Spencer Wright. Nice to meet you."

=DAY THREE= ** READ LACIE FIRST...again. ** <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Me and Lacie’s conversation was pulled to an abrupt stop as we ran to the broken rollercoaster. As we got closer, the metallic stench of blood filled the air. The more we ran, the more Lacie lagged behind. Soon enough, the horrific scene came into view. I couldn't tell how many people there were… four, maybe five…tangled up in the wreck, unmoving and lifeless. Footsteps came up behind me, slowing to a stop. Lacie glanced at the sight and almost instantaneously, her eyes rolled back, her knees gave out, and before anyone knew it, she was speeding towards the ground. I dived for her, catching her just before she made impact with the concrete. I slowly set her down, kneeling by her. <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">“Jun!” The asian man turned to our direction, eyes widening at the sight. He started to make his way over when a man stopped him, asking for help. There weren't many people around. How could there have been a serious accident and no one to fix it? Or at least help with the aftermath…When Jun broke away from the guy, he rushed over to us, <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">“She doesn't do well with blood...” He told me, looking back at the scene, “Especially this much blood...” <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I followed his gaze, “What’s going on over there...?” <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">He gave me a solemn glance, “I don’t know...But it’s not pretty.” <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I turned my attention back to Lacie, who was still lying on the ground, and then looked back to the unfortunate wreck. <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">“Mind if I go check it out?” I asked Jun. He kneeled by Lacie, <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">“Go on, I’ll stay here. It doesn't take her long to shake these things off.” He said. <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I walked over to one of the trashed rollercoaster cars. Limbs were twisted at odd angles, crimson stains littered the occupants’ clothing. The car had lifted off the track, the safety bars ripped clean off the hinges. How could something like this have happened... I’ve never seen a malfunction like this before. I made my way to the bystanders, of which there weren't many, <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">“Did you see what happened here?” <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">They all simply shook their heads, “No, no one did.” One of them answered, a little shaken up, “We were just looking for an exit in this damn place when we passed...this.” <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">My eyebrows furrowed in confusion, “Where are the medics? Or the mechanics?” <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">“Look, buddy, we know just about as much as you do. It’s like the park has a mind of its own. Can’t even find a goddamn way out.” Another one said. <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I nodded and went back to Jun and an unconscious Lacie, <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">"I think we're gonna need a bigger first aid kit...."

=DAY FOUR= <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I woke up early in the morning, after a nearly sleepless night, due to a tiresome yesterday. I decided to go for a walk to clear my head. The sun peaked over the horizon and an eerie light was cast over the park. I began to notice little things as I wandered. The tall fences surrounding the area, the intimidating gates, not unlike a cage. My mind began venturing into that overly-creative state, where all my greatest stories begin. I imagined we were all just trapped in a zoo, simply entertainment for some alien life-form, or we were some kid’s playthings, having no control over anything. I continued like this for awhile, in my own little world, until I heard a voice, <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">“Hey!” <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I stopped in my tracks, searching for the source. It was a man running a game booth. He gestured for me to come over. I stared at him strangely. I never remembered a game booth being here... <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">“Wanna play?” The man asked enthusiastically, with a huge grin. <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I walked up, eyeing the man. He looked to me anxiously, he seemed familiar... <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">“Are you related to the hotel manager?” I asked him. His expression never changed. <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">“But-” <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">“How about a free game?” He said bluntly, throwing a baseball to me. I caught it as he began, “All you have to do is hit all three blocks off the table completely. Easy enough, right? Go ahead, take a whack at it.” <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I blinked, before bringing my arm back to throw. I released the ball, hitting all three blocks. Two flew off the table, the last barely hanging onto the surface. <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">“Aw, too bad!” The man exclaimed, his smile never faltering, “I’ll tell you what; Take something anyway. Just for the effort.” He gestured to a shelf of prizes for me. I pointed to one and he handed me my prize joyfully, <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">“There ya go! Have a nice day!” <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I nodded, mumbling, “Yeah…you too.” <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I turned to leave, when the sound of furious running broke through the quiet atmosphere <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: 1.5;">in the distance. I headed towards the sound when my foot hit something: a baseball. I picked it up, <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">“Hey, I think you lost a-” <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I turned around, but the man was nowhere to be seen. I glanced at the tiny stuffed panda I’d ‘won’, when the bow around its neck caught my eye. I inspected it closer, noticing a tiny piece of paper tied underneath it, //**“Hope you like games. Time to prove yourself worthy.**// //**I expect nothing short of the best.**// //**Because if anyone can put up an entertaining fight,**// //**Who better to choose than a**// //**Mr. Wright?”**//

=<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">DAY FIVE = I sat in the hotel room and stared down the “gift” I’d gotten, mulling over the contents of the note strung around its neck. I read it over again. // ** “Because if anyone can put up an entertaining fight, ** // // **Who better to choose than a** // // **Mr. Wright?** // ” A fight? A fight against what? Against who? None of it made any sense. My mind was a jumbled mess of questions at this point, none of which I was getting any answers to. I decided to make a trip to Lacie. Maybe she’d know something…and maybe I just loved talking to her. I believe everyone has those few memories that you wish never existed. It’s an image or thought, burnt into the depths of your mind. It leaves a hideous scar that can’t be covered up or ignored; that never fully heals. So when I say that the sight of the little 5’2 asian girl that morning left me speechless, you can believe it was in one of the worst ways imaginable. She wasn't sleeping. She didn’t faint. She was…gone. I couldn’t help but feel like it didn’t have to be this way, as if she didn’t have to die. I moved her out of the walkway. I couldn’t bury her, so I gently set her underneath an isolated tree. She wasn’t exactly a beautiful sight, but it didn’t matter. I’d finally managed to connect with someone, get a feeling of acceptance, and it all ended before it’d even begun. I remembered the stuffed animal in my hand and laid the panda by her. I couldn’t speak, move or do much else but wonder why. When I’d gotten the courage to find Jun, his condition didn’t surprise me much. He ended up beside his cousin. Somehow I found myself back in the hotel room after that, my subconscious taking care of everything, urging me to stay safe. My brain shot rapid fire, everything hitting me. No contact with the outside world, no way to find help, no way to stop death. In the midst of my brainstorm, I found my sister’s doll lying on the bedside table. I picked up the beloved toy, homesick. I flipped it over mindlessly, spotting a sharp corner poking out from the back. I touched it: paper. I pulled the tab and it slowly unfolded. Another note. // Oh god… // I forced myself to read: I sat there, confused as ever, until finding more. I tore them out, reading each one quicker than the last: And then: And the last:
 * //“He’s here.”// **
 * //“Watch out.”// **
 * //“Stay away.”// **
 * //“Three more.”// **
 * //“The little asian girl.”// **
 * //“It’s him.”// **
 * //“He won’t stop.”// **
 * //“They’ll die.”// **
 * //“Save—”// **
 * //“I’m sorry.”// **
 * //“I’m sorry.”// **
 * //“I’m sorry.”// **

=DAY SIX= After a mostly sleepless night, I woke up in the confines of my hotel room. When I'd spent an hour or so simply trying to figure everything out, I decided to venture deeper into this. It's gone on long enough. By the time I'd left the hotel, I decided to look for someone, anyone, that managed to survive whatever the bloody hell was going on. I crossed paths with a man that seemed just about as sick of this as I was. After we were well acquainted, and most of the suspicion had subsided, he told me about his experiences so far at the park. My eyes widened, "So this is really happening... You've seen him?" He nodded his head grimly, "Theres a killer, alright. It's all part of his plan." I stood silently for a while, "Do you know how he does it? Where he is? Anything?" He shook his head, "I've had enough trouble keeping myself safe. I've got a few suspicions though." My eyes widened, "Then lets go." As we wandered to one of the killer's supposed hiding spots, we'd somehow managed to get on the topic of family. "I've been working this field for years. You'd think I'd be used to being away for long periods of time but," Micah shook his head, "It never gets easier." He glanced to me, "What about you?" I shrugged, "Of course I miss them." "They must be worried to hell and back." I shrugged again, "I guess. My mum worries over everything. So she must be out of her mind now. My sister...I'm not sure. The kid's one of my best friends, but she's a weird one. I think she can hold her own against mum's panics. Dad, well..." Micah spoke when I faded off, "What about him?" I looked forward, "I don't know. He travels a lot. He's a real business-type guy. Probably doesn't even know I'm gone. Is this the place?" We stopped in our tracks, looking to the abstract, closed-in ride in front of us. "Yup." I poked my head in, observing the various spots on the wall designated for each rider. There was a huge control center in the middle of the ride, above read, "//**Gravatron**//" in big blocky letters. I put a foot inside, turning back to Micah, "Keep watch out here. If anyone-" The door slammed, forcing me inside, nearly catching my other foot in the process. Not one of the best decisions I've ever made.



=DAY SEVEN= As Micah closed his eyes, I couldn't help but think of my mother and sister that I’d left behind, and my dad, off on his business trip. I wondered if I’d ever see them again. // “Are you sure you have to leave again, Daddy?” Clara gave our dad the biggest puppy-eyes she could manage. He smiled, // // “It’s something I have to do, sweetie. It’s part of my job.” // // He kissed her forehead before turning to mum. She gave him a look, // // “You could always look for a new position…without all the traveling. My new job could bring in enough money, we’d just-” // // “Olivia...” Dad gave her a kiss and a smile, “It’s barely two weeks. I’ll be back before you know it.” // // He got to me, staring at me with bright blue, sympathetic eyes. I kept my gaze on the ground. // // “I don’t get why you have to do this. It’s just a stupid meeting.” // // “Spency, it’s my job-” // // “I know, I know... And I’m eighteen, about to go to college, don’t call me Spency...” // // He laughed, // // “Whatever you say, Spency.” // // I shook my head at him as he walked to his car. He turned to me, // // “Good luck with everything. See you soon.” // See you soon…right. My thoughts were broken by the sound of feet moving against pavement. My head whipped to the direction of the noise. A man stood several feet away, an unnatural smile set on his face. I sat up abruptly, my shirt shredded from my makeshift-bandage-making, “Who are you? What do you want?” The smile never faded and he never answered. He stepped closer, his hands behind his back, “Don’t move.” I had no choice but to abide. A short silence passed as I got a better look at him. It was the hotel manager and the guy at the game booth, all wrapped up into one deceiving man. He didn’t look at me, rather than stare forward, pacing around me, like an animal stalking its prey. “I’ve been waiting a while to get a hold of you. It took all I had in me to wait this long. Even had to get rid of your little asian friend to get you to focus.” He glanced down at Micah, “Sorry about that.” He deadpanned, clearly not apologetic for anything. I glared at him, jaw clenched, “What the hell do you want?” A light laugh escaped him. “What do I want...” He said to himself, until he stopped pacing and looked to me, “Do you know who I am?” My eyes narrowed, “The hotel manager. And the-” “No.” He interrupted, stepping closer, “Don’t you recognize me-” // Good luck. // // See you soon. // “-Spency?” I froze. “//Dad//...?” = DAY EIGHT = I didn’t recognize my own father. His face was altered, his mouth always set to a joker-esque smile. The only thing to seem familiar was his eyes, and even then there was a cloak of craziness apparent. At the moment, however, a wave of fury washed over my father as I stayed by Micah’s side, “He was human, you’re a monster.” I couldn’t contain the overwhelming disgust I felt for him. All of those people... A man like this is bound to have enemies and by the looks of it, yet another of his victims had decided to get their revenge. A young woman threw herself at him, attempting to do any sort of damage. It was only until my father got the upper hand that I’d decided to intervene. I stepped in between them. “No. We’re not doing this again.” I told him firmly. “Spency-” “ // Don’t call me that // .” I snapped, “I’ve had enough of this.” His hand clamped around my shoulder in an effort to move me out of the way. Instinct got the best of me and in the next moment, my dad was lying on the ground, holding his jaw, as a throbbing pain spread over my knuckles. He scoffed, blinking. “Well done...son.” The glared at him as the woman ran over to Micah. I glanced over to the scared little girl standing behind her dad. My dad. Our dad? “Who is she?” I demanded. He sat up, hand still gripping his jaw, “I think you know.” I was only nine when we found out my mother was expecting. The light-hearted aura Mum had when she was told she was having twins was enough to make anyone smile. So the day she was told only one daughter would be leaving the hospital…heartbreak was inevitable. The twin was said to have heart complications. I found myself staring at this little girl; my sister, and all the lies I’d been told finally hit the surface. “Why’d you do it?” I should’ve learned to stop asking why, but it was something I had to understand. He glanced over at her, and she stared back with big eyes. He smiled, not his usual grin, but a genuine smile. “I couldn’t be alone...” He sighed, turning back to me, “I would’ve done anything.” He paused, “Even if that meant kidnapping my own daughter...I needed someone.” For once, I’d actually felt some sort of remorse for him, until it all dissolved into hurt and confusion. “You had us.” I said softly. The sound of huge, metal gates crashing open was heard in the distance.
 * READ MICAH FIRST **