"What the hell happened?" Eli shouted.
Bianca clung to her shirt as she stared at Drew's now lifeless, bleeding, and scarred corpse. "I-I don't know," she stammered. "He-he kissed my neck and then he started freaking out!"
Bianca realized what she had said and started freaking out herself. "Whatever killed him is on my skin!" she screamed.
She ran out of the room and to the nearest bathroom and started desperately scrubbing at her skin. She tore off her mini-skirt and scrubbed at the part of her legs that were once concealed by her skirt.
Clare ran into the bathroom, Eli right behind her. "Bianca stop," Clare pleaded as she got a look at what Bianca was doing. Her skin was already starting to turn red. "Stop before you hurt yourself."
Bianca put down the wet paper towels she was using to dry herself off with. "It's on my skin. It's on my skin," she chanted to herself. "Can't get it off. Can't get it off."
"Bianca calm down," Eli demanded. Bianca held herself and started rocking back and forth while standing. "Can't get it off," she repeated to herself. "I'm gonna die. I'm gonna die. Can't get it-"
Clare slapped Bianca hard across the face. "Snap out of it!" she ordered.
Bianca blinked away her fear. "Don't ever hit me again," she threatened. Clare crossed her arms. "If I didn't then you still would have been a catatonic freak," Clare told her with through gritted teeth.
Bianca's hand shot to Clare's throat. "I don't care," she uttered slowly. Clare slapped away Bianca's hand and Eli ran in between them.
"Will you two chill the hell out?" he questioned. "This is ridiculous the way you two are acting. Now, there are only three of us left. If we stop fighting then we can get through this. First we have to remember everything. What's the next line of the poem?"
"A sinner who won't let you in is a sinner no more," Clare quoted. "Apparently Drew was supposed to be the third 'sinner' in that poem. 'Losing your breath' must be referring to Lust. That means the only two sins left are Greed and Envy. And with that line in the poem, someone who's really greedy is gonna die next."
"So who's really greedy?" Bianca asked. In the time that Clare had spoken, she'd redressed herself with not a hair out of place. "I don't know," Clare responded. Bianca crossed her arms. "Well while we try to figure that out," she began with a hint of bitch in her voice, "Can we get the hell out of here? It smells like shit."
"That's the boys bathroom for you," Eli muttered to himself. Bianca scoffed at his joke and left the bathroom, her heels clicking loudly on the linoleum floor.
"What's going to happen now?" Eli asked Clare. She just shrugged. "We keep trying to get the hell out of here I guess," she answered.
"Do you-" he began. A loud ringing blared in the halls of the school and both Eli and Clare covered their ears in pain.
"Hello again," the loud, booming voice greeted. "You may or may not have missed me, but I've got more news for you all. In five minutes, the school will start filling with gas. There's a room in the school that will save two of you. One of you will die. Have fun."
"Christ," Eli breathed. "Here we go again." Clare ran out of the bathroom. "There's nothing to worry about," she said with hope. "All we have to do is find the door that will save us."
"But which door is it?" Eli asked. Every door in the class slammed shut. "Maybe it's the one that's not locked," Bianca said sardonically with her arms crossed. "Then let's start looking," Clare suggested.
The three survivors split up and started searching the rooms for an unlocked door. After four locked doors, Bianca was the one who found the unlocked door. She laughed to herself. She knew she was gonna live!
Another thought crossed her mind. If she stayed in the room all by herself, then Eli and Clare would be trapped outside with the gas. Then they would die and she'd be the only one left alive. Then she could leave!
Slowly, she opened the door of the classroom and tip-toed inside. With a gloating laugh, she slammed the door of the classroom, locking it behind herself. Eli and Clare ran up to that door and started banging on the window. "Let us in, Bianca!" Eli shouted.
"Fuck you!" she shouted back with a psychopathic grin. "Looks like I'm gonna be the one to get out of this shit alive!"
"You're gonna burn in Hell, you bitch!" Clare screamed as she continued banging on the door.
Then Eli realized something. This realization made him step back from the door.
Before he could say anything, a loud hissing noise filled his and Clare's ears. Clare stopped banging on the door. She knew she would die in seconds.
As she breathed in the air, she waited for something gruesome to happen. Would she explode like KC, have her body become like Adam's, or have her skin peel like Drew?
"Eli, I love you," she said with her eyes closed. She opened her eyes in shock. Her voice was...high...and squeaky? "What the hell is this?" she demanded.
Eli snickered. "Your voice sounds funny," he stated in his own squeaky voice. Clare giggled a high pitch giggle. "Your voice sounds funny, too," she told him.
Bianca slammed her hands on the glass. "Why are you two laughing?" she shouted. She was starting to sound hysterical. "Why aren't you dying? You-you should be dying!"
Another hissing sound emerged. This time, it filled Bianca's ears. Fuck! she screamed inside her head. She needed to get out of there. Her hands snapped to the handle on the door and she frantically tried to get it open.
"It won't open!" she exclaimed. She tried the handle again and again and again but nothing happened. She checked the lock on the door and found it was unlocked. But why wouldn't it open?
"Help me out here, assholes!" Bianca demanded. Eli and Clare just stared at her snickering. They knew they shouldn't be laughing. Especially not when Bianca's hands flew to her neck and she started choking on the gas that was filling the classroom.
Bianca banged on the door with one hand and held her neck with the other. She couldn't breathe and she knew her time was out. She pressed her palm to the glass and her body slowly fell to the ground.
And like that, Bianca DeSousa was a sinner no more.
There are only two left in this game of cat and mouse. Who will live and who will die?
A/N: Two more chapters left! You guys have been great and make me keep want to writing. I hope you all keep reading my stuff. Updates soon!
