Chapter twelve

It felt so odd. To be one of only a few person left alive in their class. He should still feel sad. He should try to feel something for all of the people who were dead, all of the people were no longer around. He should… he should care more about just his own survival. Damien looked over at Alex. Well, it would be nice if they could be the last two alive. Alex was sleeping. Damien felt almost dirty for the only real reason he was keeping Alex alive. Almost. He should feel bad. Alex looked so…

He shook his head. The moment that he was waiting to use Alex for. It sounded so dirty. The reason he was going to use Alex. Like he was just a tool to him. Sleeping like that he looked almost innocent in all of this. Did he really have to die? Alex had killed people. If he hadn't grown a conscious then maybe this would be different. Alex felt bad about killing people. Alex felt something. Maybe being numb was the only real way to cope. This game was coming to an end. Everyone needed a way to cope. Alex had lost his way to cope, and now he just broke down. They had talked. Alex had killed people. There was no problems then, why was he having problems now? Damien looked at his gun. No. It was Alex's gun. The gun that had killed so many people on this island.

The was coming to end of all this. Damien had to make sure he was the last one standing. He took a deep breath. "Alex, it's time to get up," he said softly, shaking his friend awake. He wished he could say that he would be the one who would kill Alex. He wanted to make sure that Alex had a painless death. For his plan to work, Alex's death wouldn't be painless. It would probably be painful. He couldn't think about that right now though.

Alex made a small noise as he opened his eyes and looked up at him. He still looked so innocent. Damien felt he should feel sick for what he was going to do. Maybe he had lost his mind. Maybe it was his last bit of sanity. His last bit of wanting to do something right. It had to be something like that, as he knew that Alex had killed just as many people as he had. It was pointless to think to far into things now. He was going to win, and Alex had to die for that to happen. Maybe it was wrong of him to want some kind of hope in all of that. Something good to come out of all of this. Alex was the only other person here besides himself. That had to be why he was feeling this way about him.

Alex pulled himself up. "I guess it's time to go find the ones who are left." He shook his head. "There's so few of us left. Soon this whole stupid game will be done and…" he stopped. Damien knew what he was thinking; what he had to be thinking. He would have to kill everyone who was left if he wanted to live through this. Everyone including him. Alex seemed to have issues with killings now. It was so stupid, couldn't he just suck it up until this was over with? Then he could… well, Damien wasn't going to let him win so it wouldn't matter in the end.

Damien nodded and started to walk. Where was he supposed to go now? There were only so many places left to look. The only person he was worried about was Frederic. Everyone else shouldn't be as hard to kill. Then again, if they were still alive he was guessing they would have killed someone by this point. Then again, they could all just be like Alex and not want to kill anyone else. They could just wimp out. He took a deep breath and kept walking with Alex.

"Alex!" Emily called. "It's good to see you're still alive!"

Damien turned around quickly to see Frederic, Luke and Emily. "Shit." Damien quickly took out his gun. Here was hoping his plan worked.

Frederic pointed his gun and shot Alex right away, and Luke shot at him. Damien quickly shot Frederic. Alex was soon on the ground, and Damien prayed he would just stay down. He hadn't thought they would both have a gun. It was stupid. Luke wasn't a good shot though… and Damien would be able to get off another shot. Frederic was on the ground, having gotten shot in the chest… Damien's vision was blurry. "Shit…" he shot again, aiming at Luke this time and-

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Emily's eyes grew wide. If she hadn't… if she hadn't called to Alex… Frederic, Luke and Damien were dead… Alex had been shot and was probably dead now too… Emily sank to her knees and started to cry. "D-Damn it.." Luke pulled himself up. "E-Emily…" he coughed up some blood. "You're so stupid… if you had just keep your mouth shut…"

Alex pulled himself off, breathing deeply. He grabbed onto the gun from Damien's body and shot Luke. Emily screamed and looked at Alex. "I… how are you still alive? F-Frederic shot you in the chest…" She moved over to Frederic and pulled him close. She didn't care that she was getting blood all over her. Frederic was… Frederic was dead and it was all her fault… it had happened so quickly….

"Bulletproof vest." Alex walked over to her and pointed the gun at her and fired. "Damn it…" Out of ammo. "Give me your gun. I'm going to kill you."

"W-Why? Alex… can't this all stop? Please?" she asked, begged. "T-they're only four people left, right? A-and… Frederic… Frederic…" She sobbed and continued to hold him tightly to her chest. "We could just… just.. Talk with the other people around… and… something… and… and… what am I supposed to do? Frederic… Frederic…."

Alex walked over and picked up Frederic's and Luke's gun, before walking back over to Emily. "We can't stop this Emily. Only one person is going to win, and that's the end of it. Now, you'll be able to be with Frederic soon. That's what you want, isn't it?" he asked, pointing Frederic's gun at Emily's head.

"I'm sorry Alex," Emily said softly. Alex screamed as he felt the bullet from her gun go into his leg. She looked up at him, and shot him again, in the other leg. "I'm sorry." She dropped Frederic's body and shot in the neck. After Alex fell to the ground, she pulled Frederic close again. Nothing mattered. Nothing mattered at all… Not even that she just killed her last friend… nothing else mattered at all…. Frederic was dead… Everyone she cared about was dead… what else mattered?

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Ella passed back and forth. They had just had listed off the rest of the dead. There was one person outside of herself and Hannah left. It shouldn't be hard to just kill Emily and be done with it. Ella took out her gun and pointed it at Hannah. "There's just three of us left… there's no point in keeping you alive," she said, shaking her head.

Hannah looked over to Ella. "Ella…" she looked down. "I understand."

Ella frowned. She understood? The person who murdered her brother understood? What the heck did she understand? Ella picked up one of the many guns in the room and shot Hannah in the head. Peacefully, painlessly… more than she disserved…

"Who's in there? Come out! Can't we talk?" Ella turned when she heard Emily's voice. Talk? What was there to talk about? "Please, we've both lost people we love… can't we just talk without trying to kill each other? Please?"

Ella walked out the door. Emily was covered in blood. "I-I should just kill you and end all of this! W-why should we talk? T-there's no reason to talk! E-Evan's dead! I…" she pointed her gun at Emily, the same gun she had just killed Hannah with.

Emily pulled out her gun and pointed it at Ella. "If you try to kill me.. I… I'll take you with me and we'll both die… no one will win this stupid game. Let's just talk… please…"

Ella frowned. "Lower your gun first." Ella wasn't going to let Emily trick her. She wasn't going to lose this. Evan died to save her, she wasn't going to just let Emily kill her.

"Will you really lower your gun if I do?" Emily asked. She was so stupid. Of course she wouldn't lower her gun. The moment Emily lowered her gun then she would shot and kill her.

"Of course I will. I'm sick of all of the killing. I'm sick of everything going on here…" Ella said. When this all started, she never thought it would ever be her and Emily as the final two standing. She was almost done with all of this. She was almost done with this game and she would be able to go home. Home.. Without Evan…

Emily lowered her gun and… maybe it wouldn't be so bad to just talk. They had twenty four hours right? Ella lowered her gun and sat down, leaning against the clinic. Emily walked over and sat down next to her. "I'm sorry Evan died."

"I buried him behind the clinic here. I killed… the killed the people who killed him," Ella said. She had never even been close to Emily, but there was a closeness now that she couldn't explain. "I'm going to kill you. I- Evan died protecting me. I have to kill you."

Emily looked down. "After everything between Frederic and… everything… I don't even know if I want to go back. All of my friends are dead. I'm nothing without Frederic. I'd go back and be all alone… with blood on my hands… I guess it's okay if you… if you kill me…" Emily started to cry. "I never wanted to die this way… I never thought something like this would happen. I kept thinking that I'd wake up and all of this would be a bad dream. I'd wake up and be able to go back to Frederic and… I … Frederic's dead! I… what am I supposed to do? If I died here… it'll be so much easier to just die here and not dead with any of the aftermath. S-so I'll take the easy way out and… and let you kill me… I should have just let Alex kill me… I could have died with Frederic… I…."

Ella picked up her gun. "I promise to make it painless. I-"

Emily grabbed her gun and shot Ella's gun out of her hand as she picked it up. "I… I'm a very good shot. Frederic made sure of it." Emily shot her again, tears rolling down her face. "I don't care if it's going to be hard. I don't care what happens to me after this. I'm the only thing left. I have to live for all the people who died. I don't care if… if I have to kill you. I'm sorry Ella." She shot her again.

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Epilog

Emily sat in her room a several months latter. She had dropped out of school, not that she needed to work with the money the government was giving her. It was only recently that she had started to go to all of her friend's families and told them everything she knew about what happened to their children. She even told Alex's and Ella's parents she had killed them. She didn't care that they had screamed at her and started to cry. None of that mattered now…

All that mattered right now was… she was thankful she had lived. She'd always have a part of Frederic with her… She'd give birth to his child soon. She didn't care she was fourteen and a soon be mother. Who would have thought she would actually get pregnant the first time she ever had sex? Whatever happened now, at least she had her family and everything would be okay. She could only move forward now… even if she still cried herself to sleep at night.