Alexia Swan stomped her foot, trying to come up with a plan. She wasn't going to die, that was for sure. But how much blood is she willing to shed, to stay alive? The blonde haired beauty tried to remember her entire class to sum up who is or isn't going to be a threat. From girls there was no one who would appear as a possible killer. There was Maya and her group of naive sunshines. Then Savannah and her two pathetic friends. The French sisters. They probably would be capable of murder if it came to saving each other. Then there was Sydney Fields. A loner who take interest in photographing, no she could not be a possible threat. The last one was her group and let's face it- no one from her group would dare to try to kill her. However Alexia was slightly worried about the guys. While the group of Carter and rest of the nerds would be no problem, their class had lot of athletes, who were most probably much stronger than she was. There was also William Radler, leader of the local gangs. And let's not forget about the three biggest deliquents of the school- Josh, Gabriel and Robert.
"Damn." Alexia cursed under her breath. She's going to have to avoid them by all cause. From now on, the only person she trusts is only herself.
"Lex?" A familiar voice spoke from behind her and Alexia jumped, startled.
"Christ, Khloe. You scared me to death." Alexia responded, but bended to hug one of her best friends.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to. I tried to find Valeri, Mia and Charlotte, but without success." Khloe was the school slut, sleeping with everyone that offered, mixing it up with drinking alcohol and taking drugs. Everyone has been inviting Khloe to their parties, because they know they get laid without any effort. Always bitter and sarcastic Khloe now looked like a wreck frightened to death.
"We'll catch up on them later." Alexia assured her friend, even though she had no intentions in finding the rest of their group. The two friends continued their way, until they approached an old wrecked house. They both quickly stepped in, resting their backpacks on the floor. Alexia already knew what her weapon was. The transparent liquid in the small tube didn't even have to have a label on it and she already recognized the poison in her hands. She slipped some of it into her bottle of water and came up to Khloe.
"Hey, you want something to drink?" Alexia asked her friend without hesitation. After all this was a game and in a game there were no friendships. There was only a winner.
"Sure, thanks." Khloe grabbed the bottle, fully trusting her friend and taking a long sip from it.
"What is your weapon, anyways?" Khloe asked as she returned the bottle back to her best friend. Alexia stayed quiet and walked in front of Khloe. She seated herself in a comfrotable position and smirked evily.
"Poison."
Khloe's eyes widened in realizations and few seconds after she was choking out the liquid mixed with her own vommits. Khloe's death didn't take long, it was apparent that the poison was constructed for quick killing.
Alexia looked closer at her now dead friend and observed her for a moment. Khloe wore a tight black skirt, only an inch below her ass and tight red top that showed off part of her bra. Her straight dirty blonde hair were now sticked and dirty from her own vomits. She looked as if she felt asleep after drinking too much alcohol.
William looked down at the dead body of Liam Stan. Only few hours ago, everyone was discussing what they are going to do on their last field trip. However, this situation surely hasn't even crossed anyone's mind. Only few minutes ago, this boy, this Liam Stan who was with his introverted and quiet nature almost invisible, probably thought that he may stand a chance at surviving this program. Well, whatever his thoughts were, are now dead with him. William bended over the corpse and extended his right hand to remove the silver hook that was pierced in Stan's head. When William first looked at his assigned weapon, he was quite sceptical towards it. If he was handed with gun, he could end this game by the sunrise. But no, he had to receive a hook. Silver sharp hook, not muhc bigger than the one that's used in fishery. William griped his weapon and quickly looked for Liam's weapon in his back pack. His hand didn't have to travel far in the large dusted backpack as he got a hold of long red scar. William laughed at it. He thought his weapon sucked, but this one, yea this one would most probably hold the victory in the most sucking weapons in the history. Naturally, William could benefit from such weapon if it was the only option, a scarf can be easily used to choke someone, but he doubted that someone as shy and quiet as the guy he had just killed could actually use it in anyway. So in the end, William decided not to feel any remorse towards his dead classmate.
Skye flinched as she heard footsteps coming her way. She secretly hoped it is her twin sister, but just in case she tautened her bow and stood up from her place.
"Scarlet? Is that you?" She tried to whisper those two questions, but they came louder than she intended. Her hand gripped the bow and arrow in her hands tightly as the figure was coming closer.
"Scarlet?" She tried again, but second later as she saw the dark figure, she knew it wasn't her sister.
"Who is it?" She asked in a clear voice, trying to make it sound steady and not frightened.
"Relax, it's me. Robert." Tall figure with dark black hair and large machine gun in his hand stepped froward to her. Skye was unsure of what to do. She didn't want to see everyone as a threat, but she couldn't allow herself to loosen her wariness either. She remained silent, holding the bow raised and ready to fire in case of trouble.
"I'm not here to hurt you, I'm just passing by." He assured her and continue in his way. Skye didn't really know what to think. She didn't know him that much, she only knew that most people were afraid of him and not even the biggest rogues, like William Radler who ran the local thugs, wanted to mess with him.
"Wait. Haven't you see my sister? She went right after you." She asked cautiously, hoping to get a positive answer. He turned to face her, his expression cold and still, not revealing any emotion.
"No. I disappeared from that place as soon as was possible." He said shortly and was about to turn to leave, but once again he was stopped by Skye's voice.
"Can I come with you?" She asked slowly and lowered her bow, putting it back to her bag. It was more than probable that she's not going to encounter her twin sister tonight and she didn't want to face the image of being left alone.
"Why would you want to come with me?" Well, there was not point in lying, so Skye replied in all honesty.
"Because I'm frankly scared to death and I really don't want to face the cold night alone, especially when I don't know who to trust."
"Do you think you can trust me?" He asked her and she wasn't sure whether he was testing her of whether he really just wanted an honest answer.
"I don't know. But we've already exchanged few words and I am still alive, therefore my naive nature came to conclusion that you will not attempt to kill me. At least I would like to think so." She added and put a strand of her blonde hair behind her ear. Besides her sister, she wasn't close with anyone in the classroom and she doubted that someone would think twice before killing her. She was sincerely frightened from this entire program that forced students into murdering each other.
"Fine. Just try not to make too much sound, I don't think that we would benefit from encountering other people." She nodded her head, grabbing her backpack and following her new ally. She understood what he meant- not everyone will be against the program. There will be students who will kill to survive, to prove they are meant to be the victors. Skye could only pray to never meet anyone who thinks like that.
Isaac was laying on the cold ground, defensless and wounded. His body was terribly aching and shaking from the electric shock. Penelope was kneeling next to his body, stressing out and trying to fix what she has done. She continued apologizing and shouting so much, it only made Isaac's pain worse. The small taser she attacked him with, was now peacfully rested next to her knees. He didn't blame her. He didn't notice her and accidentally bumped into her, frightening her and making her do the only thing she could think about in her fear- to attack him, before even glancing at the person she was attacking. Isaac and Penelope only talked together when they needed something from each other, or sometimes when she attended some of his fancy parties. They weren't friends, but they weren't pure strangers either.
"Please, please Isaac say something. I didn't mean to, oh my god, I so didn't mean to. I was scared, I would never hurt you intentionally." Her curly red hair was now falling into her face, slowly becoming wet as they met her tears on her cheeks. Isaac wanted to tell her to not care about him and to just leave, but it was apparent that her guilt was stronger than the will of survival. Isaac was sure that if this will continue only few seconds longer they will be found. He tried to say something, but his lips couldn't move and his mouth couldn't form a single syllable.
"Look at this." Penelope swiftly turned around to see who uttered. She met the cold gaze of Bill Gabriel Long, whose large scar on his face only made him look scarrier.
"I never thought you had it in you, Colucci." He addressed her with her surname and Penelope only glanced last time at Isaac who was no longer breathing heavily or shaking his body. Another tears spread from her eyes and she stretched her hand to close Isaac's eyelids.
"It was an accident, I would never hurt him." She expleined and refused to look at him.
"You don't have to explain yourself to me, he was a brat. I probably would have done the same." Bill shrugged and moved closer to Penelope.
"He didn't deserve this." Penelope closed her eyes, covering her face with her hands, still kneeling on the dirty ground.
"No, he didn't. Just as you don't." Bill stated quickly and before Penelope could respond she felt sharp blade pressing against her throat.
"This is nothing personal." He added as he yanked his sickle strongly, cutting through Penelope's throat, leaving her to bleed out entirely.
30. Girl Number 15: Khloe Tyrel
I never intented for Khloe to have more depth or significance. She was simply there as part of the girl clique. At first I wanted her to make it a bit further in the program, but as I started writing Alexia's part, she fell perfectly into the part of story.
29. Boy Number 13: Liam Stan
Oh I really had greater plans for William. I wanted to expose his character more a bit, but perhaps I will put some flashback with him in the next chapters.
28. Boy Number 9: Isaac McDonald
Isaac's death was planned this early since the beginning. He was a mere filling character, spoiled rich boy who got everything he wanted.
27. Girl Number 5: Penelope Colucci
Penelope was also one of the characters who were never meant to make it far. But at least this way, I gave you a glimpse of her character before her death.
26 contestants remaining.
