Chapter Ten
So, it was coming down to the last of them. There were twelve people left, and Evan knew this game was almost over. He was betting his group had the most fire power, but that wouldn't help much. Ella and Hannah weren't going to be… Ella wasn't going to be killing anyone any time soon. Hannah had killed people, and Evan just had to hope she could do it again. The people who were left, Evan was betting that they were all killers by this point. No one could really survive this game by just hiding out, could they? No, it was impossible. If he had thought it would be a viable option then he would have tried that to begin with.
At the moment, they were heading to B1. There was supposed to be some kind of clinic there, and Evan was betting they were going to find people there. There had to people who were alive and injured who wanted to get some help. It was amusing to think that going to get help would be the reason they would get killed. Both Hannah and Ella hadn't said anything since they left that office building hours ago. Hannah had started to cry again when she heard Dustin was killed, but Evan yelled at her and that was it.
It was getting to the point that Evan just wanted to shoot Hannah, but if nothing else he could use her as a human shield. He looked at Ella. "Hey Ella, promise me something would you?"
Ella looked so tired. Her eyes were red, and Evan was sure she had stopped eating yesterday. He was thankful there was only a few days left of this maximum, so she would be fine. "What is it?" she asked softly. It bothered him that it took a good few minuets before she replied to him.
"When you make it out of this game-" Evan started.
"No! I don't want to make it out without you! I don't want to make it out of this if it means you'll have to die!" Ella screamed and cut him off. "I won't! I won't do it! I don't want to live in a world without you!"
Evan frowned as she kept screaming. She was going to draw attention to them. She was going to get her wish to get them all killed, and to die together. He quickly got his gun ready. He wouldn't be able to hear anyone coming if Ella kept screaming. Evan looked over to Hannah, who had started clutching her gun. Good, maybe she understood what the problem was here. "Ella, calm down. Please, you're going to draw attention to us. I promise that we'll both make it out, okay? I have a plan," he lied with a smile. He had a plan alright, but it wouldn't be them both getting out.
"B-but Evan, are you… you're sure?" Ella asked. He saw tears in her eyes and wondered if she could really make it out of this. Even if he killed everyone, what would it matter if Ella was going to end up in some hospital for the rest of her life? At least she'd be alive and have the chance to get better and-
Evan screamed in pain as he felt a bullet rip through his shoulder. He sank to the floor and looked around for where the bullet had come from. Ignore the pain… he had to ignore the pain and kill who ever had shot him. Damn did it hurt. He felt tears enter his own eyes and he cursed. He wouldn't be able to see to get a good shot!
"Evan!" Ella screamed, bending down next to him. No! She needed to stop screaming or he wouldn't be able to hear where the shot had come and-
Evan looked on in horror as Hannah was shot in the leg and fell down to the ground, screaming in pain. Who was doing this? Who wanted to cause this much pain and not just kill them up right? "Hannah, are you okay?" Ella asked, her voice shrill. Of course Hannah wasn't okay! She had been shot, and he had been shot. He lifted his gun up. Who was it? Who was shooting them? Another shot, and Evan pushed himself on top of Ella as quickly as he could.
G-good… A shot in his leg. E-Ella was alright. He saw her look of horror as he bleed on her. "I-It's okay Ella," he said softly, shoving his injured arm into her mouth the best he could. He had to keep her quiet and listen. "Hannah. T-try to find the shoot and kill them, h-hurry…" Everything hurt. He didn't want to move. Didn't want to even look at his sister, who still looked so horrified. Evan hated he had to trust Hannah to kill someone again. She… she was worthless to him if she couldn't kill someone and save all of their lives. He… He was going to die! Here! Acting as a human shield for his sister who was probably going to die anyway. Damn it! He had planned to die, but not like this. This wasn't how it was supposed to happen. Hannah wasn't moving. She was on the ground, sobbing. Wait, they were all on the ground. The shooter would have to get closer if they wanted to kill them. "Ella, if you want us all to live you won't make a sound." His voice was harsher than he wanted it to be, but it had to be this way. She gave a small nod, and Evan moved his arm away. She was probably still too shocked to do anything.
When Evan sat up, biting down on his lip to keep from screaming as he moved so much. Blood. He tasted blood. Great, he had bit his lip open trying not to scream. His eyes looked around and he tried to listen to someone doing something, someone moving. All he could hear was Hannah sobbing. "Hannah shut up or I'll fucking shot you to shut you up," Evan growled at her. She gave a small nod was and tried to keep her sob quieter. She was still so loud that he wanted to just shoot her and-
Another shot, this time barely missing him. Evan looked over and saw Dana walk out of a group of trees near by. "Dana? You're the one who's-" Evan screamed again as she shot him in his stomach. No! That was it he… he was going to die.
"Evan!" Ella screamed. No! He… All of his work and they were all going to die here… Everything hurt. He wasn't even able to move he was in so much pain… He was back on the ground, coughing up some blood. So, after all of this…
When Dana walked closer to him, he was sure she was going to be merciful and kill him before he bleed to death. At least he wouldn't have to watch her kill Ella…
Evan heard a gun shot go off and was surprised it wasn't from Dana. He looked up and saw a gunshot wound in Dana' chest. Another shot, and there was one in her chest. There were three more shots before she was on the ground. Who shot her?
"D-don't do that to my brother!" Ella yelled at the corpse. Ella had shot her? Evan laughed. She was yelling about what she had done to him, but he was already dead. "E-Evan," she quickly moved close to him. "D-don't die." As if he had a choice at this point. "Please, you can't die." She was crying so hard. She couldn't stop him form dying. No one could. He wanted to tell her that it was okay. To tell her she had to live…
Hannah quickly moved to them, or as quick as she could with that gunshot wound. She wouldn't ever walk on the leg again, even if she lived through this at all. "N-no! You can't die! N-no! I can't loose anyone else! Evan!" Great, she was crying too. Why did they think just telling him he couldn't die would stop it.
"Come on, we're close to that clinic, we can help you," Ella said. He screamed as she pulled him up. So, he could still scream huh? She started to drag him in the direction of the clinic. Hannah pushed herself up with Dana's hunting riffle. She picked up his AK, and used the hunting riffle as a walking stick. He was going to spend the rest of his very short life in constant pain, as Ella tried in vain to save his life…
They were slow moving, but they still got to the clinic in about ten minuets. Stomach wounds were horrible, Ella knew this, and part of her knew that her brother was going to die. Part of her knew she couldn't save him. Evan… Evan was going to die. His eyes looked so hollow now. Just pain. Hannah was moving slowly now too; her leg was still bleeding.
Ella helped Evan onto one of the coats. She looked around and started to rummage through everything. Bandages. She needed to find bandages, and she went into another room to look for them. It didn't take her too long to find them. Maybe she could slow down the bleeding, let her brother live as long as he possibly could. Was he even still awake? He had probably passed out by now, right and-
Ella ran back into the other room when she heard a gunshot. "Hannah d-did you…" Ella picked up her gun and pointed it at the blond.
"You weren't going to do it! And… you had to know how badly he was suffering…" Hannah looked down. "I-if you want to kill me then…"
Ella just stood there. Evan was dead. H-he had wanted to talk with her, tell her something but… she hadn't let him and now he was dead. She started to sob. "Evan!" She sank to her knees. He was dead. Dead. She wanted too… he was probably lonely in Heaven, wasn't he? S-she should go and-… Evan never planned on making it out of here, was he? He planned on dying so she could make it out…
Ella picked herself off the floor and walked over to Hannah. "Don't move." Her voice was shaky, soft. She grabbed Hannah's gun. Hannah closed her eyes, and Ella knew what she thought she was going to do…
Ella set the gun down and lifted up Hannah's jeans. The wound looked bad, but the shot was right through. She got up and walked over to grab a rag, got it wet, and grabbed some soap. "This is going to hurt," she muttered before started to scrub Hannah's wounds. Hannah screamed as Ella did this, but Ella wouldn't stop.
After that, Ella bandaged Hannah's leg. "Ella… I just killed your brother why-"
"Shut up! I-I'm going to kill you for what you did to Evan. I'm going to kill you for saying you did it so he wouldn't suffer and we both know much pain he had to be in when I was dragging him here. I hate you. I hate you with every fiber of my being, but you're going to help me before I kill you." Ella wasn't as strong as Evan. She wasn't… but she had killed someone. She had killed Dana too late. Ella found she didn't even care that she had killed Dana. Evan was dead. Evan had died saving her and she had to make sure she lived because of it.
"I'm sorry I-"
"Don't say you're sorry! Do you think that makes everything alright? I don't care if you are sorry or not! You killed Evan! You've killed a lot of people haven't you? You're just a fucking killing! A killer who doesn't deserve to live! You're worthless! You could kill Evan because he was in pain, but you couldn't kill Dana before it got to this point? You're a fucking monster!" Ella screamed.
"I-I'm sorry-" Hannah sobbed.
"Stop it! I don't believe you! I don't believe you're sorry! How many people have you killed Hannah? Huh? Where they all because you didn't want them to suffer anymore? Huh? Answer me! I heard the speaker, all of your friends but Dustin died at once. Did you kill them all? Did they scream when you killed them? Huh? Were they all 'suffering' like my brother was? Or did they beg you not to do it? I knew this was all an act. Y-You're just a monster… I never pegged you for a cold hearted killer. I always thought you were so nice, but-" Ella was crying hard now as well, and just screaming.
"I only killed Samuel! He was suffering! I had to do it! A-and everyone else I killed I did it because I had to or I was going to die!" Hannah yelled back. "I'm not a monster! I didn't want to kill anyone! I… I'm sorry!"
"Stop saying you're sorry! I don't believe you! I…" Ella shook her head. "I need to find a shovel so I can burry Evan. I'm not going to leave him in here to rot." Everything was wrong. Everything was so wrong. She took a deep breath and looked through the clinic for shovel.
After looking for a while, she found one and went out the back. Oh, this was perfect. Behind the clinic was a cemetery. Evan could have a proper burial. He deserved that much.
Ella spent the rest of the day digging a grave. She wasn't strong enough to make it deep enough, and she wasn't even sure how she would even know how deep six feet were. Once she was too tired to keep going, Ella walked back into the clinic. She was covered in dirt and sweat. Without a word to Hannah, who hadn't moved from where Ella had left her, Ella started to drag her brother outside. Was he always to heavy? Her breath was panted and she felt like she would collapse before she could do this. No! Evan needed to be buried.
She pushed her brother into the grave and took a deep breath. Grabbing the shovel, she started to burry him. "I love you Evan. May your soul rest in peace…" she felt the tears running down her face. He had been protecting her since day one and now he was dead. Dead. Dead like almost everyone else. Dead like everyone but her would be. Dead… Her brother looked so peaceful now. So very peaceful. He was in Heaven, right? He was in a better place, right?
Ella used some twigs and some bandages to make a cross that she put above his grave. Evan… How was she supposed to make it if he wasn't here? How was she supposed to do anything without him? Sinking to the ground, she sobbed again on his grave. "Evan… Evan why did you have to die? Y-you should still be alive… You shouldn't have protected me…"
"Ella," Hannah said, leaning in the door way. "He did it because he loves you. I'm sorry I killed Evan. I know you don't want to hear it but…"
"But everyone we both love is dead. I need to keep living, because Evan died to save me. I'm sorry about what I said before. You stopped Evan from suffering. I-I couldn't do that. He would have been in so much pain until he died. I still hate you. I still hate you with very fiber of my being, but I'm not going to kill you right now. I can't do it. I-I killed Dana because I thought it would save Evan, but I-I couldn't kill you because… because you killed my brother to save him." Ella looked down, before putting on a small smile. "Look, isn't the grave nice? You think Evan will like it?"
Hannah looked over at the grave and then at Ella. "I'm sure he loves it. It looks great Ella," she said softly.
Ella looked at the grave again and walked back into the clinic. "I'm going to look for some food." She wasn't hurt, but she felt numb. Everything felt numb. Looking through the clinic again, she found some cookies and juice, and some donuts. Probably there because there was going to be a blood drive. She took the food and brought it back into the room Evan had died in. His blood was still all over the place. Still all over her.
The cookies were stale, but Ella still ate one and started on a donuts. They were stale too. The juice was canned, so it was fine. She could just drink that. Hannah walked back into the room, or more of hobbled and hopped, not putting any pressure on the leg. "S-so who's actually left?" she asked.
"What?"
"W-who else will we have to kill to make it out?"
"I… Emily is, Luke and Frederic are, Alexander, Logan, Claire, Damien and Amani," Hannah said. "I-I've been keeping track. I-… I kept hoping all my friends wouldn't die."
Ella looked down. She could kill Emily and Claire she was sure. Luke, Frederic, Damien, and Alexander… they would be hard, right? Ella ran to the sink and threw up. Killing… Ella took of her shirt, bra, jeans, and underwear. There, no more blood. She didn't care Hannah was staring at her. Getting to her bag, she took out a pair of her underwear and bra and quickly put them on. Grabbing her brother's bag, she dug through the bag filled with ammo to take out a pair of jeans, a black t-shirt and a hoddy. They smelled like him. Evan…
She wouldn't be able to sleep. She was sure of that. It wouldn't be long before they would have to move, or attempt to move. Ella would leave Hannah behind if she had too. She felt sick, and numb and… and… Ella died with Evan. She wasn't sure who she was now, but she could never be Ella again. Ella was in that grave back there with her brother. She wouldn't be weak anymore. She would be strong and she would win this stupid game. For both of them.