Wow, I can't believe we're at sixteen chapters already!

DISCLAIMER: You know the drill.

DEDICATION: Caris, without you, this story would have never come to be. I'm still not sure if that's a good thing... Just kidding :)

NOTE: When Edilio uses Spanish, he says "spawn of the devil".

Chapter Sixteen: Airplanes

"Can't we pretend that airplanes in the night sky

are like shooting stars...

I could really use a wish right now, wish right now,

wish right now..."

-B.o.B. and Hayley Williams, "Airplanes"

Day one hundred and five.

I'm starting to wish that I would be the one chosen, just to get out of this. I've been thinking thoughts like this more and more lately, and it's starting to get unnerving. I've never been suicidal before. Then again, I've never been stuck in a church with a bunch of depressed kids who haven't showered in months. It kind of rubs off on you. And I'm not saying exactly what "it" is, either.

Oh, look at me, re-developing my sense of humor. I think this little nugget of irony needs to be shared with the group...

"Har-dee-har-har," Drake said sarcastically, gulping down some warm water a Nala had shoved through the door seconds before. Being generally the scariest person in the vicinity, he usually got first pick of the food. "That's simply hilarious, Astrid. Maybe you should add that to your memoirs later, once we get out of this church." She rolled her eyes, accustomed to the biting sarcasm, and picked up her pen again.

There's just something really unappealing about being stuck with the same six people for this long. And nothing has happened, other then the daily choosing.

Which makes me wonder. Why hasn't Nala chosen anyone out of our little group? Caine and Drake are huge threats, and so is Orc; get rid of them, and it wouldn't be long before she got Little Pete. So why is she choosing to wait? What are her motives? Oh, great, now I'm getting a headache.

I wish I had some Advil...

As Astrid rubbed her forehead with the heels of her hands, a small bottle of orange pills fell into her lap. She looked up. Nothing was there. "Who gave this to me?" she asked, holding up the bottle. The others shrugged.

"Where would somebody get those pills?" Lana asked with wonder. "They ran out ages ago."

"I just... I just wished for them."

It took not even two seconds, and eyes were closed and lips were moving, silently wishing for things. After all, stranger things have happened in the FAYZ. Lana's eyes snapped open, they were as wide as dinner plates, and she was holding a toothbrush and a tube of toothpaste.

"No way," she breathed. Beside Astrid, Caine glanced over.

"I guess you can't wish for people," he said, his voice almost sad, and Astrid knew he was thinking of Diana. Orc was downing a can of beer, the first in a six-pack, Edilio was chewing on a crunchy taco filled with lettuce and meat, after informing everyone that the wish to escape didn't work -like that wasn't the first thing they had tried- and Drake looked up, smirking.

In his hands was a sleek, black submachine gun.

"I guess wishes do come true."

"Yes, yes they do." The six teenagers all flinched at the sickly sweet voice that came from the front of the church, and looked over their shoulders apprehensively. Lana let out a soft groan.

It was Nala, of course, and as she stalked down the main aisle, every kid froze. They didn't just stop what they were doing in fear, they all paused, not moving again because they couldn't. All save for Astrid, Little Pete, Caine, Lana, Edilio, Drake, Orc and Patrick. A smirk stretched Nala's young features.

"My, my, my," she spat, settling herself on the cleanest pew available, which wasn't very clean. "What a nice little survival group we have going on here. Enemies, working together. What a cliché Hallmark moment." Her gaze lingered on Little Pete, but nobody noticed that his normally vacant eyes glinted with a deep-seeded anger.

"Either kill one of us, or get out," Edilio said, finally finding his voice. "We already know how cute our group is, now leave us alone. You have no right to be in a church, crías del diablo."

Nala's eyes darkened. "But I gave you each a wish," she replied throatily, "doesn't that mean I get one?" Astrid and Drake immediately moved in front of Little Pete, Drake clutching his gun. Nala winked. "Not him. Not yet."

And every other kid in the church dropped over, fell to the ground with a sickening thud.

Dead.

Tears sprung to Lana's eyes as Astrid crossed herself, and Edilio muttered in Spanish. Nala sent another jaunty wink, straight at Drake.

"Aren't wishes fun?"

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