She sat quietly as she was strapped to a cold chair; her breathing was hard, she had tear stains that were lined with mascara, and she had a major headache where her head was pounding. She was furious, and she let it show to the best of her ability. Her hair was messy and her clothes had tears in which showed that she put up a fight. After prolonging her prison, she was defeated and accepted it. She sat there watching the man sit in font of the screens watching the horrifying things that were occurring.
Slowly the man looked back at her with a smile, "Did you really think you'd get away with it?" He said slowly turning towards her.
"Maybe I did…what's it to you?" She asked as she blew a piece of her hair out of her face.
He shot up from the chair he was sitting in and got in her face. "Perhaps you forgot but it was my game!" He shouted, "I only let you lead the game because I thought I could trust you!" He then had sarcasm in his voice, "But noooo you had to go and ruin, I put my fucking life on the line for this game. My pride was into this and you fucked it up…you really, really fucked it up."
"You made it personal…" She said staring at him straight in the eyes, she wasn't a sweet innocent girl anymore and she wasn't a badass girl anymore, she was a scared girl who was alone and had to fight for her life.
He let out a sigh and laughed, "Things were supposed to be personal, it was the WHOLE point. Did you forget that?" He asked as he pointed to the screen.
She slowly gazed at the screen then back to the man, "No, of course not. But I also didn't forget that I'm human—and that I have a conscious."
He snarled at her and walked back to his chair, "Fine, we'll see who's left to save in the end…Emily."
Emily stared at him, for she had lost all respect she had for the man in front of her; she then spoke what was on her mind. "Fine, let's see Jigsaw."
His jaw tightened as he heard that name come from one of his own. He stared back at her, and saw a shattered girl who was on the edge of cracking.
Buddy was screaming as his head was banged against the cement. Before he reacted, he felt Luis jump off him and head towards the door. Buddy quickly jumped and dived down on to of him, catching Luis off guard.
"Where the hell are you going?" Buddy asked as he tried his hardest to keep Luis pinned down.
"Get the fuck off me!" Luis commanded.
Buddy did as said, but once Luis got up Buddy charged at him with a fist. Luis had tried to avoid the punch, but as he moved Buddy moved with him leading his fist hitting Luis hard across the jaw and knocking him down.
"WHAT NOW?" Buddy said, he felt almost purely masculine as of right now.
Luis lifted himself up as he quickly maneuvered himself. He flipped over as he swung his legs at the back of Buddy's causing him to fall flat on his head. Buddy's body left a thud echoing as he landed.
Luis had coughed lightly and got up walking towards the motionless Buddy. He slowly crept up and bent down staring at him. For a mere second he looked at the door and thought to take a run for it. When he looked back Buddy was staring back at him, and he last felt Buddy's fist hit him straight in the face making him fall back.
"This isn't over!" Buddy screamed.
The two stood face to face with their eyes squinted. Jasmine examined Brittany closely, looking for any weakness. Brittany planned her moves and reactions in her head.
"So, it's come to this huh?" Jasmine asked.
"Guess so…" Brittany replied innocently.
"You think you're such an innocent fucking chica, don't you?" Jasmine said as she stepped closer.
"Maybe I do, I haven't done a fucking thing here—just trying to see tomorrow, if that's o-fucking-k with you." She stepped closer too.
"What if it's not?" Jasmine asked softly.
"That's too fucking bad you skinny ass bitch." She replied smiling.
"Oh hell naw!" She stepped as far in Brittany's face as she could. "Don't think for a fucking second that you are going to live after calling me that fucking name, bitch…"
"What are you gonna do, call the fucking Latin Kings on me?" She said with sarcasm, "Oh wait, that's right we're imprisoned in an unknown area, too bad for you…" She let out a laugh.
Jasmine was done talking; she immediately grabbed that girl's hair and pulled as hard as she could as she spun around to Brittany's back. She then took her bloody shoe and slammed it into her spine causing Brittany to scream. But Jasmine didn't let her fall; she held onto that hair as she tugged and tugged. She then pulled Brittany back to her and began choking her.
"Now, it's like this…" She began, "no one makes fun of my people you hear me bitch?"
Brittany heard alright, she tried nodded as she jabbed Jasmine in the ribs with her elbow causing Jasmine to release her and wrap her arms around her stomach. Then she charged head first, ignoring the pain in her spine, into Jasmine and slammed her back into the wall. Jasmine screamed as she heard her back bones break and shatter. She had experienced a new kind of pain.
She then fell to the ground and looked at Brittany in the eyes, "You fucking—"
Before she could answer, Brittany slammed her foot into the side of Jasmine's face. Jasmine then fell hard onto the cement as her skin was split open and blood started oozing. She stayed down for a second to gather her thoughts.
Brittany bent down and smiled, "Done getting your 'cochina' ass kicked—bitch?"
Jasmine's eyes went wide with anger, she looked over and saw her bloody bandaged hand; she seized the moment. Jasmine quickly reached out and dug her nails into Brittany's wound. Brittany shrieked and tried pulling away, but Jasmine only dug her nails deeper, soon she felt new blood flowing out onto Brittany's arm.
"I'm not even fucking close to being done…bitch." She said the look of murder filled her eyes.
Emily cringed as she watched the two couples fight. It made her sick to her stomach; but she didn't see Stephan anywhere on the screens, she began to worry.
"He better still be alive, I swear to god." She said to herself.
Buddy screamed as he felt teeth digging into his leg, he had tried to walk away when suddenly his leg jerked violently back as he felt teeth sink into his skin. He screamed loudly and looked down to see Luis biting him.
"Get the fuck OFF!" Buddy screamed as he shook his leg, but it only made the pain worse.
Luis didn't give up, his nose was bleeding and his face was scratched up; but he wasn't going to give up. He let his teeth sink deeper into Buddy's leg, he was gonna fight to see tomorrow.
Buddy fell to the ground trying to shake Luis off, but Luis only bit harder. So Buddy to his free leg and bashed Luis in the head, but he didn't budge; Buddy bashed Luis in the head once again hoping to knock him out of his trance.
Luis' felt a warm liquid come down from his forehead, he felt the warm liquid as he released Buddy's leg. It was crimson; as he looked down he noticed that Buddy was wearing boots; which had only made it easier in kicking the shit out of Luis' head.
Suddenly two hands covered Luis' neck and crushed him down to the cement. He looked up and saw Buddy's bloodshot eyes. Luis shook him off and tried running, but Buddy grabbed his hair and kneed him in the back making him fall back down. Buddy then took his head and slammed it into the cement.
When he brought it back up Luis was screaming and Buddy had been smiling. "What's wrong Luis…you okay?" He taunted.
Before he could answer, Buddy slammed his head onto the cement once again. Once he saw the puddle on the ground he slammed his head down again. On the fourth time he heard a loud crack, but it didn't stop him from slamming that head down again. Buddy felt power surge thought him as he slammed him down for the sixth and final time.
This time he released Luis' head and laughed. He got up and walked around to the front and saw Luis' face lying in its own blood; he smiled widely and looked up at the open door. He stared back down at Luis.
"Told you I wasn't dying…" He said with pride as he strolled out of the room.
Emily struggled to watch the horrifying death of Luis; he had been with her since the first game had started. As she watched she felt tears form and roll down her face. She couldn't hide them anymore and just tried to have her hair hide them.
"What's wrong young one?" John had asked.
"Leave me alone." She warned.
"Don't threaten me, it's not my fault you're in this situation; now is it?" He asked honestly.
Emily didn't answer, because he was right. It was her fault that any are dead and any had suffered. She looked up at her stained eyes.
Stephan sat there still frozen in his tracks, he couldn't more or talk. All he could do was staring at the room he just saw his lover die in. Tears rolled down his fair skin as he thought back to seconds ago.
"God—why?!" He screamed out loud.
But there was a hallway that lead him farther down, as he stumbled to rise he sobbed once more. He slowly wiped his eyes and moved forward as his head naturally looked back to the closed door. He sniffled and walked onwards, turning away forever.
Jasmine smiled darkly as she released Brittany's arm; as Brittany scurried away Jasmine laughed. She rushed up and bolted towards Brittany, once reached she raised her leg and slammed her foot into her head; once she was pushed down onto the floor, Jasmine kept her foot on her head as she pushed down hard. All she got in reply was screaming, and it only excited her.
"What's wrong!?" She yelled over the piercing cry that filled the room. But when she got no answer she began to get pissed, so she pushed down harder as the scream got even louder. "I SAID WHAT"S WRONG!?" She repeated, but still no answer; this time she picked her foot up and slammed it back down on Brittany's head three times in a row. "I SAID WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG!" She screamed at the top of her lungs.
Brittany did not stop screaming, she kept slamming her foot into her head; she kept crushing her skull and Jasmine liked it. A smile formed on her face as she kept pounding on her head with her foot.
She kept slamming down on her head as she looked down she saw blood pouring from the mouth, nose, and skull of Brittany; and suddenly the screaming stopped, and Jasmine's smile got even darker.
Jasmine screamed as she began kicking Brittany in the back, legs, neck, and head. She then walked around to the front side to see her lying motionless with her eyes wide open with fear.
"Hey…YOU OKAY?" She screamed as she was humoring herself.
She then began kicking her face inwards as she destroyed her face even more; then she began kicking her stomach, chest, and slammed her feet on Brittany's feet. Once she finished it was a human that looked like she was crushed alive.
Brittany laid their dead and her own blood surrounded her, Jasmine smiled as she heard a door behind her unlock and open. She turned on her heal and walked out.
Emily began to feel her stomach grow weak as she witnessed what Jasmine did to Brittany. Tears continued flowing down her cheeks as she struggled to look away.
"What is this doing to people?" She asked herself.
The response she got wasn't one she expected; she felt two hands force her face to look at the screens. However, John was still sitting there staring at the screens; She was scared as to who was forcing her to stare and watch.
"Don't be afraid." Said the voice of a man holding her face tightly.
"I—I'm not." She lied.
"Don't be afraid—" The man whispered, "Only time will tell, and I'm not sure what will happen."
"Who—who are you?" She asked softly.
"My name is no concern of yours yet…but soon—soon." He replied.
"Oh shit…" She gulped. "Oh…shit."
Sara stood with the pipe still in her hand; she walked towards Maria as she walked back.
"Sara, what's going on? What the fuck are you doing?" She asked with terror in her eyes.
"Haven't you heard?" Sara asked.
Maria leaned in to hear what Sara was saying. Sara then swung the pipe against Maria's face, Maria flew down to the floor. She leaned up on her elbow and used her other hand to feel the wound that had blood exposed to the dirty; thick air.
"Haven't you heard? If you want to live…" She paused, "someone has to die." Her eyes went wide with excitement. "And that someone isn't going to be me, you do that math."