As Emily and Dylan walked along the dark hall, Emily restricted herself from talking to Dylan. She was pissed, and it showed on her face, she was ready to scream at him; the thought became clear, she was going to scream at him.

As she halted to a stop, she turned to Dylan, "Why did you open your mouth?"

Dylan, who didn't notice Emily had stopped, turned to face her, "She deserved to know."

"Well, it wasn't exactly something I wanted her to know dip-shit." She said, snarling.

He scoffed as she looked down at him, "You think you're so badass simply because John chose you to help him in this game, a game which you're LOOSING by the way." He rolled his eyes and started walking again.

"Don't walk away from me." She warned, but when he didn't stop she went after him. After catching up to him, she grabbed his shoulder and shoved him against the wall. "You know, I haven't had a problem with you…but if you're really wanting me to kick your ass be my guest."

"Get your hands off of me, please." He said.

"Oh god, you're such a fucking wimp I swear to god." She said, she took her hands off him and just scolded him.

"You know, I don't why he chose you.…anyone would be better than a bitch like you."

"What's that suppose to mean?" She asked, stopping once again.

"It means that you screwed this up from the start!" He said, as he continued to walk.

"You're really pissing me off…you know that?"

"What, gonna try and kill me? Like you could manage that, couldn't even kill you're regular five."

"No, I wouldn't do that…"

"Hasn't stopped you before…look at everyone who's dead."

"What is you're problem?" She asked as she grabbed hold of Dylan's shoulder.

He scoffed again, "You do realize that if you would have followed the rules, we wouldn't be here right now?"

"Well duh, of course I know that."

"Then you know how John specifically KNEW you were going to screw this whole thing up? Yeah, and that he'd bring all this into play when Stephan awoke? And that more people would be dead, he knew that from the beginning."

"What…no he didn't."

"Wow, you are stupid." Dylan said as he, again, went to walk on.

"You're a fucking liar, he left his faith in me—why are you trying to turn me against him?"

"You've been against him since Stephan entered the picture—don't try denying that." He said, still walking.

"Ok, I understand—and yes it's true…I have. Stephan is my blood, doesn't mean I don't care for him just because we don't talk."

"Either way, you'll be lucky if he talks to you. Your dumb-ass-ness screwed everything up now. And NOW we are suffering because you couldn't follow some fucking rules; god you're a dumbass."

"You can stop dissing me like I'm not here…god damn."

He stopped and turned to face her, "Oh I'm sorry…let me rephrase, 'YOU FUCKED EVERYTHING UP!!!!!' Better?" He said, smirking and turned on his heel.

Emily leaned down, and fixed her boot. As she glared up at Dylan, she felt anger and she wasn't planning on letting someone talk shit about her.

Dylan walked onwards and before he could react, he felt something pierce his back. He tried to fight back but fell weak.

"You know, piss me off to a point where I don't like you anymore; and I just might kill you. No one is gonna fucking talk shit, and I mean no one."

As Jasmine's lifeless body laid on the ground, the other two remaining stood in confusion as the walls enclosed on them. Sara stood in fear, as Buddy stood in hope; but the continued to stand in confusion.

"Buddy…one of us has to die."

"I don't want to die—but I don't want you to die."

Sara raises and eyebrow, "What's with the change of heart?"

"Well, if we could both get out of here…I would love that more. You and I could have another a chance to talk and see Stephan."

Sara scoffed, "Buddy, you should know by now that it doesn't work like that."

Buddy frowned, "I know, a guy can dream."

Buddy looked down in tears; he didn't know what to do anymore his strength had left his body and soul.

Sara walked up to him, and rests her hand upon his shoulder. With tears she said, "Buddy I want you to live. But you have to promise me that you will tell him I love him, and goodbye."

Buddy sniffled, "What…wait why do you want to die? What if I see him and all his feelings are gone?"

"They won't be…he's always liked you."

He smiled, "Are you sure?"

"I'm sure…" But in her heart, she knew she didn't want to die, but the sacrifice was greater than her own greedy needs or wants.

Stephan entered a room, with one screen in the middle of the room. As Stephan approached the screen, fear surged through his veins.

Looking down at the screen, he didn't realize what he was seeing at first; once he looked more closely, panic began to shorten his breath.

He saw three people, of which he cared for in a huge way; one dead, one crying hysterically, and one who stood like a statue.

"Buddy…Sara…Jasmine?" Stephan said as he fought back tears.

Suddenly sound echoed through the room:

"Buddy I want you to live. But you have to promise me that you will tell him I love him, and goodbye."

"What…wait why do you want to die? What if I see him and all his feelings are gone?"

"They won't be…he's always liked you."

"Oh god, she's not coming back…I'm never going to see her again." Tears fell upon his cheeks. "Sara…" His head fell, and a tear landed on his hand.

Dylan felt a relief of pain when Emily retracted the dagger from his back, but he had no strength to fight back.

"You think you'd make of me, and get away with it?" She asked.

"Look—look Emily, don't do this…he's expecting this!"

"What are you talking about dip-shit?" She scolded.

"Remember, there's only going to be two in the end."

"Yeah so?"

"It's obvious he's talking about you and Stephan…let's change that. Don't kill me, and he'll be shocked that you kept me alive."

She raised and eyebrow, "You think you're smarter than me? Coming up with some stupid-ass plan; it won't work."

"Emily, Emily think…it will work, he won't expect you to keep me alive."

She held the dagger tight, and tapped it against her chin. "Or, I could kill you and have his plans go through exactly as he predicted." She smirked.

"No, don't do that…you're not stupid."

"Really now?"

"Yeah, you're the smartest one here…" He smiled like plastic.

She stared down at him, still smirking; she gave a sigh of surrender. "You're right…you're right." She turned her back on him, smirking once again.

"Oh thank you Emily…I knew you weren't as stupid as John thought you were."

"Oh thank you Dylan…so kind."

Dylan closed his eyes, sighing softly.

Emily turned sharp on her heel; she flexed her arm and released her arm as she released the dagger from her grip. It was one chance she had, and when she heard a piercing cry, she opened her eyes.

Walking up to Dylan, she smiled at the man she saw with a dagger pierced into his forehead.

"Don't fuck with me…dumbass." She bent down and jerked the dagger from his forehead; she felt his skull shatter as she jerked the dagger from his skull. As she removed the dagger, she let him fall to the floor. Wiping the dagger off with her pants, she placed it back inside her boot, stood up, turned on her heel, and stormed off forward.

The two stood there talking, Sara telling Buddy her last words to Stephan, and Buddy concentrating while his mind stirred with responses to seeing Stephan again.

After discussing the wishes of Sara, she stood back and cleared her voice. "Ok, kill me then."

His eyes went wide, "Wh—what?"

"Buddy, if you want to leave, you have to kill me."

He stuttered again, "N-n-no, there has to be another way." He looked around the room, and screamed, "JOHN, WE CHOOSE ME TO LIVE…LET ME OUT!"

After moments of watching the walls, they halted. The grinding sound died and they were left in silence.

Sara and Buddy stared at each other.

John smiled as he pressed the buttons to stop the walls, he watched as the people on the screen were expecting something to happen.

"Ah, the thrill of survival…this has turned out to be quiet a game." He chuckled.

Stephan watched, the walls stopped moving and nothing else happened. He was just as much confused as the two were in the silent room.

"What's going on? C'mon let him out…"

He again heard a sound filling the room:

"Sara—Buddy, the task was simple and you both have failed. It seems in the end Jasmine's begged death will be for nothing."

As those words rung in Stephan's ears, he heard the walls starting again, only one problem occurred to him; the walls were moving, but faster.

"What's going on?!" Buddy screamed.

Sara noticed the walls and began hyperventilating, "Stop…stop!" She ran to one of the walls and tried pushing on it, "STOP MOVING!"

Buddy followed her actions and tried with all of his effort, but couldn't do anything.

Stephan listened and watched his friends struggle in the room:

"Sara it's useless."

"Buddy if you want to live kill me now!"

"I-I can't!"

"You have to!"

"I don't want to!"

"Stephan will never know!"

"I love Stephan, but I can't kill you."

"DO IT!"

"NO!"

"Buddy there is no time!"

"Sara, I can't kill you!"

"You have to!"

"I can't!"

Stephan saw the walls inch close to them, as they began enclosing on the two the screen shut off. Stephan panicked and began to sob.

"BUDDY!"

"SARA!"

"Buddy this is it!"

"No, it can't be…I need to tell him!"

"I don't want to die Buddy!"

"Me neither"

"Oh god, please save me…"

"Please…"

The sounds of screaming filled the room as well as the sound of bones being crushed.

"OH GOD!"

"BUDDY I DON'T WANNA DIE!"

"SARA!!!"

"STEPHAN I LOVE YOU!"

"STEPHAN…I'M SORRY…I LOVE YOU TOO!"

The echo of screaming, crunching, and squishing brought Stephan to hard tears. He couldn't stomach the sound. "No…no…NO!" He sobbed.

He ran for the door, and it was locked, he was entrapped and there was no way out this time.

"Shit…shit…NO!"

Patricia kept walking along an eerie hall, she wasn't aware of where she was going. She looked at her watch; it was over two hours of which she had been there. Her legs were tired, and her feet were killing her.

"I need to stop wearing heels on the job." She kept walking, "But I have children to save."

As she continued on, she heard something beyond her sight in front; she continued to walk forward. But without realizing, only inches now, was a snarling dog. She went to reach for her gun, but it was missing as was her dagger. Her eyes went wide with fear; she turned on her heel as she heard the snap of his collar.

She began to run back down the hall for her life, but the hall it once was, appeared to be different. She had two ways to go, but didn't have much time to choose, so she ran to her left and ran for her life.

As she ran, her mother instincts told her something was wrong, but she couldn't stop and realize what it was. She ran instead, and in sight she saw a door ahead of her. What was beyond the door didn't matter to her, she kept running and running.

Looking back, she saw the hungry animal chasing her. She brought her attention back to the door ahead; she held her breath as she lunged out for the door. Pushing open, she looked back and walked into the room.

But something was missing; she realized she walked into what used to be an elevator. It was now an empty space and she was falling.

Her life flashed before her eyes as tears formed, she didn't want to die. The adrenaline was pulsing through her as gravity had her crashing down.

She took her final breath…"Lord hear my prayers…"

Emily kept walking down the hall, which she saw only had one door that led out of the eerie atmosphere.

As she pounded her heel against the floor with each step, she thought of these past hours once again, it was a nightmare that she would never be able to get rid of.

Through the course of people dying, saving people, killing people, fighting for her life, and fighting for others; she felt weak, but once she reached the door, she sighed and walked through.

On the other side of the room, she saw him staring back. Shutting the door, she sighed hard.

"Stephan…"

Seeing here once again made no difference, he's been through much worse since he last saw her.

"Emily…"

A smile formed on his face, "And Dylan said I didn't know what I was talking about. The final task…is here."