Chapter Eleven

It was hard to believe that there were only ten of his classmates left, counting him. Logan had been hiding out since day one; his weapon had helped him make it by unnoticed for this whole time. After all, he had been given camouflage and just hiding out in plain sight. He had watched people walk past him. He had watch students die in front of him. All he had to do is sit here and wait it out. Sooner or later everyone would die, and he would be able to walk away without a problem.

It couldn't be that long until he was able to just get up and walk back to the school. He had to saw, some of the people that were left were people he would have thought had already died.. That was okay. You never knew what a person could do under this kinds of situations until it actually happened. It didn't matter to him.

He heard movement, and just stayed still. Another person would just walk past him and he would just hold out another day and- "Did you really think this stupid thing would save you from me?" Frederic asked, a gun to the back of his head. "Stupid." Frederic fired.

"It's good that we got that a hold of that tracker," Luke said, holding it in his hands. Emily was standing close to Luke.

"We just need to keep moving and kill every dot we get close too. There's only a few people left," Frederic shook his head and started to walk back to the house. It was almost six am, and the only reason they had left the houses, what they would have to leave by midnight the next day because it would be a danger zone. By this time tomorrow, there would only be five places left, and most of them would be stranded, surrounded by other danger zones. Looking at the map, the way it was set up was the corners connecting the sides would let them pass through the whole island still if you knew how to do it, and were very careful. Frederic didn't want to test this if he didn't have it.

"Frederic…" Emily said, yawning.

"It's okay. We're going back to the houses so you can get some rest," Frederic told her. He wasn't tired, but he wanted to talk with Luke without Emily listening. The best way to do that was to have her go to sleep.

It didn't take long for them to get back to the houses. Just a few more hours here. If Emily got some sleep, that would be good. "Got get some sleep. We'll keep watch and wake you up when we need to move," Frederic said. Emily just nodded and went into the bedroom. Frederic just stood there with Luke for a half hour in silence. It was only after he made sure Emily was asleep that he turned to Luke.

"You know, if it comes down to it I want you to kill me and let Emily kill you in retaliation," Frederic said.

Luke frowned. "I can't kill you Frederic. You should just kill me and get it over with and then kill yourself. I'm not going to kill you. Why does Emily need the one to win? Huh? You should be the one who makes it out of this horrible game alive."

"What would be the point? Everyone I care about will have to die. I've already lost James and Tobin. I'm going to lose you no matter what happens. If I lost Emily too, I don't see the point in making it out alive. I know you had no intention of having it out of this alive since the moment this game started," Frederic pointed out.

Luke shook his head. "So? I knew the moment I realized what was going on that I wouldn't be the last one standing, but that didn't mean I won't fight until you give me permission to die. I already knew too that you would try to save Emily. I just wish that you would rethink that and live. You made friends before, you could do it again. What do you think Emily will do if you make her be the one who lives? Well, whatever that is will be worse if you make her kill someone."

"Doesn't matter." Frederic responded, without even thinking things through. Of course whoever made it out of this alive would be fucked up. It was just the way this game worked. Even with everything that game pretended to stand for, in the end all it really did was have a group of dead kids and one messed up one. That was all that happened because of this game. It didn't act as a determent for anything. It didn't act as much of a population control, as even though they do make a dent in the population with doing this Frederic felt sure that if they just made everyone go into army and fight in all of these stupid wars the United States seemed to get into. They would kill people just as fast.

"What do you mean it doesn't matter? That's something you need to think about. I mean, what kind of life would she have when she got out of here?" Luke asked, shaking his head. "You need to think about if it's worth it for her to live if she's going to end up in some hospital somewhere and-"

"Even if she does have a break down, it's better than the alternative," Frederic said, shaking his head.

"What, her being dead?" Luke asked.

"No, having a monster make it out of this game. Emily won't become some crazed killer once she leaves her. She won't be paranoid or filled anger or hate. She'll be depressed and might not leave her room for end up in a hospital because she refuses to eat, but that's better than a monster," Frederic explained.

"So, you're not wanting to let her win because you love her?" Luke asked, shaking his head. "That's a good reason too, it just makes it a stupid one."

"I think, part of it is because I love her, but I love you as well and I know you're not the one to win this," Frederic looked back into the room with Emily. She looked so peaceful when she slept. "Who else that's left do you think would be able to make it out of here and not become a monster?"

Luke was quiet a few moments. "You think I'd become a monster if I made it out of here alive, huh?"

"If you had to kill me to win?" Frederic asked.

Luke was quiet again. He looked down at his gun and then at Frederic. "You're right. If I had to kill you to win, I think, no I know, that it would break me. As for who else could make it out of here without being a monster, I can't say. I don't know what the others have been doing. I don't know who has broke down and killed someone else. I would pick Emily as well, but I don't think you'd become a monster Frederic."

"I killed Tobin. Besides, you can't become what you already are. I've been a monster since before this game started," Frederic shook his head. "I bet I was born into this word a monster, and I'm okay with that. It just means that I'm not the one who is supposed to live through this, that's all."

"I don't think you're a monster. Everything you've done you've have a good reason. We justified everything we did. There's nothing wrong with that," Luke said. "I don't think you'd be any more of a monster when you left the game than when you came into it. Even if you had to kill Tobin. Even if you had to kill Emily and me. You'd find a way to do it. You're father would make sure you got the best medical help, the best everything you could ever want. You have a chance after this. When it's just the three of us, let me kill Emily and then I'll kill myself. You'll be able to make it out of this mess."

Frederic shook his head. "I refuse. I won't let that be the way we end this. We're going to do thing my way, do you understand?" he asked.

Luke picked up his gun, "and if I go in there and kill Emily right now? Would you make yourself live? Huh?"

He shook his head. "If it comes down to it that Emily has to die, if I can't protect her, then I'll kill her myself. I've already decided that. If Emily was killed, I don't think I'd be the one to make it. What good would it do for me to live anyway? Even with my father being who he is… Can I tell you something? He was arrested the night before we came on this trip. I mean, when I was woken up by Leo's dad showing up to talk with my father I knew something was wrong. He told me not to worry about it, but I think he might be going away for a long time. What do I have to go home too? I'll be put into the foster care system and be all alone after this mess. I can't do that Luke. I just can't do it."

Luke lowered his gun. "Fine. I guess that she can be the one who lives. If that's what you really want I'm ready to go down for that."

Frederic laughed. "You act as though I'll let you die. If anyone is going to kill you, it'll be me. I'll at least give you that much," he said. "You're the best friend I got left Luke."

"Well, let's go over who we need to kill. I'm betting they're all having at least some fire power if they've made it this far. I'm betting that someone has better firepower than we do. I'm also betting that some of the people are in groups. Well, I suppose there are people who can make it on their own. Emily said that Alex ran off, he might be on his own," Luke said with a shrug.

"I hope they are in groups because it'll be easier to kill them all at once. Are you keeping checking on that finder thing?" Frederic asked.

"Yeah, I'm paying attention to it. No one is around here. If you want to get some sleep you should," Luke said.

Frederic nodded, "thank you. I'll take watch after you so you can get some sleep. Wake me up in a few hours." Frederic walked into the bedroom that Emily was in and crawled into bed with her. He gently moved some of her hair out of her face. She looked so peaceful right now. She looked like everything was right in the world. He pulled her close and tried to get some sleep. She was so warm. Couldn't he make it so they both lived? Why was it so bad that he wanted to live and have her with him?

It didn't take long until Frederic had fallen asleep.

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Damien pointed his gun at Claire. "I'm sorry Claire, but you're going to have to die now," he said.

"P-Please! Damien, you know I'm pregnant, y-you can't kill me. A-at least let me talk with Luke before I die, please… If you have any compassion, let me live because of my baby, please," Claire begged. She was sobbing, and Alexander turned away. Damien was going to kill her, he was sure of it. It made him sick. Was Claire really pregnant? And why would Damien know-

Alex tensed as Damien fired. Turning back around, he saw Claire on the ground, a bullet wound in her head. "Y-you killed her! Sh-she was pregnant!"

"So? If we're going to make it out alive then we have to kill everyone else," Damien said simply. He looked at Alex and shook his head. "She was a friend of my sister's. That's how I over heard she was pregnant. I guess Luke was sleeping with her, but I doubt Luke actually cared about her. I feel bad, about how many people I've killed, but there isn't a choice right now. She wouldn't have lived no matter what she did. What the hell was her weapon anyway?" Damien looked around until he found her bag. Digging through it, "rope. She had rope. What the hell was she going to do with that?"

"Something. I… she was pregnant Damien," Alex said.

Damien grabbed onto Alex hard and shook him. "Calm down. Look, I told you that I was going to make sure we make it out of here. Understand?"

"How? How are we going to get out of this? Isn't there only one person who can make it out?" Alex asked, looking down.

"Trust me. I know what I'm doing," Damien said. He looked over at Claire again. "Come on, we need to get going."

The two kept walking along, silence. There was just silence. Alex walked along with Damien… was he really okay with all of this killing? Alex couldn't do it any more. Killing people. There were so few people… eight. Eight out of forty-two students were left. It made him sick. His friends were almost all dead. Emily was alive, but he was guessing she was with Frederic since Leo and Lance had been killed.

Damien shoved Alex on the ground as he was tackled to the ground by Amani. He was doing what he could to keep her from stabbing him with a butterfly knife. "Alex!" He yelled.

Alex quickly grabbed the gun that Damien had dropped and ran over to the two. He put the gun to Amani's head and fired.

Damien screamed, and Alexander shoved Amani off of him. His eyes grew wide as he noticed Damien had gotten a wound on his cheek. It wasn't that bad of a wound. When he had shot Amani, the bullet went through her head and had grazed Damien. "D-Damien! A-are you okay?"

Damien got up, wiping some of the blood off. "I'm fine. That's another one down… I want to rest," he said.

Alex nodded. "Alright, we'll rest here for a little while. Does you head hurt?"

"Yeah, it does. Just let me rest for a little while." Damien sat back down, leaning against a near by tree. He soon closed his eyes, and passed out. Alexander sat down next to him, still holding onto his gun. Well, this would be all be over soon…