Gee, it's been a while hasn't it? I am SO SO sorry! I had a little writer's block, but I over came it and finished this chapter! And I'm already writing chapter 6! :D I think Shawn is a bit OOC in this chapter, so make sure to tell me if you agree! Thank you all for your support! :D

"The object of this challenge is very simple, but might be harder than you think. You must rank your family and friends in order, by who you think should die first."
"What?" Juliet said in a low whisper. She couldn't do that. She couldn't.
Shawn definitely had something to say about it. "This is ridiculous! We can't do that!" He stated the obvious. But he was right. It was impossible for them to do, and they both knew that. That is the reason The Host had chosen it.
"Of course you can! Now, each of you have a set of photos. You have 3 minutes to decide who goes where, then you put them up. If you can't decide, well, you lose."
Juliet and Shawn both gulped. They were going to lose.
"Starting now." The Host clicked a button on his watch and it started beeping.
Juliet looked to Shawn, horrified. She was surprised to see a similar horrified look planted on his face. He turned to look at her and shrugged, mouthing the words, "You'll be fine." He didn't say we, he said you. That was what scared her the most: harm coming to Shawn. Sure she feared her own life, but Shawn's meant more than she could imagine. She didn't know what she would do if something were to happen to him.
"Tick tock. Tick tock!" The Host sing songed, knowing how hard this was going to be for them. "One minute left."
Juliet's heart started pounding in her chest, her breathing picking up a little. Shawn, noticing her stress, started to go over to comfort her. The Host held up a hand to stop him when the watch started beeping. He pressed another button and it stopped, "Time's up! Made your decision? Put them up now, if you don't..."
"We get it!" Shawn practically yelled, but he stayed where he was, feet planted firmly on the ground, completely oblivious to what was about to happen.
"Well, if you're so smart, then why don't you put those photos in their rightful places, huh?"
Shawn gulped as he turned around and faced the photos on the wall, but never even lifted a finger.
"5... 4..." The Host started counting, "3... 2..."
When Shawn didn't move The Host started clapping, "Well well Shawn, looks like you've lost. Okay, Ms. O'Hara, your turn. Put the photos where they go."
She swallowed hard as she reached for a photo. Her fingertips just brushing the edges of the picture frame when she moved her hand away. With her back turned away she said, "I can't."
Shawn could barely hear what she said, it was so quiet, but The Host had heard, "Do you forfeit?"
"Yes." The single word was enough for The Host, he took a knife from behind his back and started making his way to her.
"Jules." Shawn whispered, then he realized something was going to happen to his Juliet and he yelled, "No!" as he ran in front of Juliet, blocking The Host's path.
The Host didn't have enough time to stop himself, and the knife sank deep into Shawn's right arm, making him yell in pain.
The Host took it back out quickly, "Look what you did!" he shouted at him as he pushed Shawn out of the way. "That wasn't supposed to happen, you idiot!"
With rage, The Host turned to Juliet, who was looking at Shawn in complete horror, and slashed both of her arms with the knife before either of them could do anything to stop him.
"Look Psychic," The Host said as he crept over to where Shawn now lay on the floor, clutching his arm tight, a look of hurt in his eyes for Jules. "Stop messing everything up, or you'll be dead before the game gets to it's highest point. And that won't be much fun now will it?" He threw the knife to the ground, with a groan, not even bothering to pick it back up as he left them in the room.
"Shawn," she practically threw herself in front of him. She couldn't even feel the pain The Host had inflicted, she could only feel the guilt that was welling up inside her, because this whole thing was her fault. "I'm so sorry." she said in a faint whisper, making sure that only Shawn could hear her. She felt so paranoid.
Pretending he hadn't heard that, and sincerely more concerned for her well-being than his own, he asked her, "Juliet, are you all right?"
Though the use of her full first name caught her off guard, she didn't let that get to her as she responded, "Yes, I'm fine. Don't worry about me, okay? You are in a worse condition. Now, we need to get you bandaged up before you loose too much blood. Loosing you is not an option." She reached for the knife The Host had left behind so fortuitously and cut up some of Shawn's jeans for bandages.
"No, Jules. I can't even feel it." he protested, and really, he wasn't lying, his arm had already started to go numb. He just wanted to get her bandaged up first, or at least clean off the blood that was starting to stain her clothes.
"Shawn, you are shaking!" she said, immediately worried, he was already showing signs. She tied the material tightly around his arm and he winced ever so slightly.
"Jules, I'm fine okay." he gently pushed her away. His arm was burning right now, but he didn't need Juliet's pity. Or maybe he did...
"No, Shawn you are not okay!" she shouted, fed up with his refusal to let her help. "You need to stop it, okay? If I don't help you, then..." she trailed off, looking away from him to the ground.
"Sweetheart," he said, now feeling ridiculous for not letting her help. He put his hand under her chin and lifted her gaze to his, he saw tears forming in her eyes, he wasn't sure why they were there, but he didn't want her spilling them, "it's okay. I'm sorry."
Her lip quivered as she said, "Shawn... I'm scared."

Next chapter will feature the rest of the gang! I have much more in store for them... so stay tuned! I hate keeping you guys waiting so long, and I will try to get the next chapter up in two weeks. Tops. :) And remember, if you have any suggestions for challenges, feel free to tell me in a review! Thank you doctorwhoharrypotter55 for this challenge idea! :D