Here's my very first story, and I hope that people like it. Now, before someone complains about the rating being T, I'm here to tell you that as a new author to the sight, I've completely read all of the rules and guidelines. This story may have death in it, but it's not detailed, so it can't be an M-rated story. That means that I'm safe to have it rated T.

Enough with that and enjoy chapter one of '…And I'll Be the Only one Left'. Also, note that not every chapter will have someone dying in it.

Unknown Day

Unknown Location

Unknown Time

"Bring it on, bitch!"

Who would've ever thought that those four words would lead to a death? The person looked at the figure in front of them—covered in blood—and wondered what the hell happened. They looked at the blood on their hands with a terrified look, trembling fiercely. But after a few seconds, that terrified expression turned into a questionable one and then into a look of realization. They actually killed someone. While they were initially scared and unsure of it, they were now thrilled and wanted to do it more. But would the risk of being lonely after killing their friends be worth the need to fill that void? Hell no! That's why there were only a few people targeted.

October 20th

Set Adrift (Lu$h Crew's Yacht), Out in the ocean

3:14 pm

Miss Aubrey has been locked in her room for five hours, after being tricked by Emilia. The brunette told her that something special was in her room and she believed her without a doubt. Now, she was extremely pissed and aggravated. Sure she had more than enough food, water, entertainment, clothes… you get it, but that wasn't enough to make her happy. Especially seeing as how today's her birthday.

Leaning against the bed, she was so close to the verge of sleep, until ice-cold water was poured on her. Her initial reaction was to sit up and let out a loud shriek, but she went against that. Instead, she kept her composure and looked at the person responsible: Emilia.

"Do you have to make my birthday a nightmare," she finally asked.

"Yep, but not this year, princess. We got something special for you out on the deck, and I'm not lying this time… but you look horrible. Why don't you fix yourself up?" The brunette smirked at the red-head and she (Aubrey) couldn't help but let a little chuckle escape her lips.

As Emilia left, Miss Aubrey went into her bathroom. She took a nice, long, hot shower which took about 30 minutes (she was rushing) and then did her hair, another thirty minutes. It took her about 15 to choose an outfit and put it on, and 10 to apply her make-up. She was ready to go after an hour and twenty-five minutes.

"About damn time," Taye complained after seeing her. "What took so long? Emilia went to get you about an hour and a half ago."

"Beauty takes time," she simply responded.

"Not nearly enough for you," Emilia muttered. While everyone else laughed, the birthday girl glared at her.

"Funny… so what's this 'special thing' Emilia's told me about?" Everyone smiled and looked around, as if they were telepathically communicating. Ten seconds later, the pale woman could feel some arms wrapping her waist. She didn't have to look back or down to know that it was Angel, for many obvious reasons. One of them being because she wouldn't let anyone else do that to her. Except Emilia.

"Happy birthday, hermoso," he whispered in her ear. "So, what number do I have to put on the cake?"

"As if I would tell you," she retorted. "A woman never reveals her age."

"Age is just a number."

"Say that again when I'm full of wrinkles and can barely walk." He pulled back and spun her around to face him.

"I'll still love you." He attempted to kiss her, only to have her block their lips with her manicured hand.

"Don't even try it." She turned to the others, and saw a cake there. When did that get there because she was facing them until Angel turned her around a few second ago? Even still, she didn't see a cake in her peripherals.

Upon looking at the number on the cake, she cringed. She thought that everyone forgot about her age, though she and a few others are the same age, and just remembered her birthday. Seeing '25' made her feel old, but at least she wasn't 28 like Lima was.

"Happy birthday," everyone said in unison. That's when she took the guests into account. Riptide, Flash4wrd, Hi-Def, D-Coy, DCI, and Angel (obviously) were there, which meant that there were twelve people at the party. What about The Glitterati and M.O.C.? They were invited after Angel and Bodie persuaded everyone to let them come. Miss Aubrey shook the thought away and was focused on having a good time. If they didn't want to come, it was their loss.

Taye slid her finger across the side of the cake, getting frosting on her index finger. She then rubbed her finger across the red-head's face before getting some more and putting some on her nose.

"I guess you were right; you look good with anything on your face. This cake brings out ya eyes."

"Thank you, but I prefer to eat my food than wear it on my face," she responded with chuckle. After they both grabbed a slice, they joined the other females by the helicopter port. It was nice to hang out once in a while, when they weren't so busy with dancing. And being out of their 'dance clothes' made it even better.

Dare was in another of her DIY pieces, and it looked pretty good; she could become a fashion designer. Emilia dropped the dress and skinny jeans (which she would disdainfully put on) for something sportier and loose. Lima wasn't in something so professional and wore casual clothes. Li'l T. decided to try something new and was wearing something that could be considered dressy and professional while also being casual. Miss Aubrey was in a dress that looked like something 'Miss America' would wear, only shorter. Taye was in something loose and slightly exposing, but she was far from looking older than her age.

With Li'l T. ten days from being 22, she didn't have to drink juice or soda while everyone else drank wine and alcohol. She joined them for the first time, and she didn't like it too much. The wine was a bit off to her, but she could get used to drinking it. The beer was another story. It was just plain nasty and it would be too soon if she had it again.

"This is actually really nice," Lima said, taking a sip of her red wine. "I think that we should do this for everyone's birthday—you know, spending the day on a calm note—instead of nearly being arrested every time."

Dare chuckled. "I don't know. I don't prefer being arrested, but I kinda enjoy the thrill we get from running away from the cops."

"Being arrested isn't any joke… but who am I to be talking," Emilia asked. "Though I was arrested twice, I still didn't give a fuck. It was on the simple goal of doing me, whether or not that required pissing everyone off."

"Girl, not everyone could survive in jail," Taye pointed out. "I'm not saying me, but there are… three people here who can't." It didn't take everyone long to realize the three people that Taye was talking about.

"Very funny, T, but I can handle jail," Li'l T. said. "It ain't nothin' but a place where some idiots go."

"Yo, you were freaking out when I sent you to the jail experience thing. Don't even try to do that."

The other girls laughed before Lima said something. "I surely couldn't handle it. Who knows what they would do if I appeared like 'The sanitation on the walls are hazardous. And these beds aren't suitable for promoting human growth.' or something." She altered the tone of her voice when impersonating herself.

Now everyone started to laugh as it was completely on-point. It's glad to know that Lima is aware of her high vocabulary, because being oblivious to such a fact would be troublesome.

"I honestly don't have anything to say about that one," Miss Aubrey said. "I, for one, couldn't handle not showering every morning—especially with people that possibly could rape me—or not having at least ten hours of sleep. And I at least need a thousand dollars on hand at all times."

"Talk about prissy. Aubrey, I think you're the reason why that word was created," Dare joked. All of the females took another sip before Li'l T. pointed out something. It looked like something was heading towards them, and very quickly at that. Upon a closer look, it was a helicopter.

Without a second thought, all of the females ran away; today was not the day to die because of a helicopter. When it landed, everyone saw two Gs, both lapping each other with one backwards, and they knew that it was The Glitterati. However, only Kerith exited the flying machine and he looked like he was crying.

"How could you people be so low to kill my sister," he yelled, walking in the center. "What has she ever done to you all?!"

"Whoa, amigo, what are you talking about," Angel asked. "Nobody's killed Jaryn."

"Don't call me 'amigo'! If none of you killed her, then how do explain her bloody corpse?" As if on cue, someone else walked out of the helicopter with Jaryn's bloody body in their arms. Everyone was disgusted by it, and horrified.

"Oh my…" It was so purid; she was banged up pretty badly.

"Well, she was too cocky for her own good," Miss Aubrey suddenly said. "If you ask me, she was going to get killed one way or another." Everyone turned to her with a shocked expression. She did not just say that.

That's all for chapter one, and I hope there aren't any bad reviews. So, Jaryn was killed first, who will be the second. Stay tuned to find out, and to find out who this killer is. Are they an annoying OC that I decided to put in the story, or are they one of the Dance Central dancers? All I'm saying is that Miss Aubrey's made herself a suspect.