I woke up to Lauryn poking my face. Without opening my eyes, I swatted her hand away.
I could hear her staring to whine. "Stop acting like a child," I said, eyes still closed.
"Mrs. Karen at the front desk called. Someone in the lobby is looking for you," Lauryn replied, losing her little kid act.
I sighed and stood up. I fell asleep on the couch, thinking about the guy I meet two nights ago. And the Killing Game. What if he was part of it? What if it was real? What if I was going to get attacked?
"Lottie?" Lauryn said, breaking my chain of thought.
I smiled up at her. "So what's up?"
Lottie sighed and repeated herself, "Mrs. Karen called. Someone is looking for you." I groaned. I wasn't in the mood for talking right now. I wanted a long bath.
"Can she just send him up?" I asked.
Lauryn frowned. "Lazy ass. It could be a creeper. I don't like creepers in my apartment."
I groaned again and walked into my bedroom to get dressed, Lauryn did the same.
I emerged in an olive green jacket over a black sequence top with blue jeans. Lauryn wore grey zip-up sweatshirt over a blue tank top with grey jeans.
"Let's go meet this this mystery person!" Lauryn shouted, a little too happy. I smiled at her and walked to the door. We slipped on our shoes and rode the elevator to the main floor.
We stepped out and were greeted by vacancy. Mrs. Karen wasn't at her desk and no teenagers loitering. The lights were still on, giving the grey tiles a small glow, but the room still felt dark…
"Weird," I whispered to no one in particular. Lauryn made her way over to Mrs. Karen's desk.
"There's a note!" She said in her usually sing-song voice. "It says that her and some other employees went out to lunch."
Something didn't feel right. Maybe I was paranoid. Maybe Lauryn and I should just go back to our apartment. The man was obviously no longer here. As I was about to speak, a hooded figure jumped from Mrs. Karen's office behind her desk.
Lauryn let out a scream and the figure shot her. I was paralyzed with fear. What just happened?
The room instantly filled with the smell of blood. The shooter just stood, there shaking. I held my breath, had he not seen me yet? There was an emergency exit just around the corner. But what about Lauryn? Leave her? I knew she was dead -I wasn't going to lie to myself- but just leave my best friend – the girl who was practically my sister?
The figure looked at. I started to shake.
"HEY!" He shouted. Yep. It was a guy. "YOU! YOU DIDN'T SEE ANYTHING! UNDERSTAND?"
I nodded. He held up the gun and pointed it towards me. I bolted to the exit, tears forming in the corners of my eyes.
I'm so sorry Lauryn! I thought.
Once I was out of the building, I kept running. In the midst of all the running I had realized something. That man wanted to kill me. Not Lauryn, me. What had happened to Mrs. Karen? Did he kill her? Would people kill outside of the…"targets" of this "game"? Hell, a few days ago I doubted its existence! I don't know the "rules"! Was I supposed to go to the cops?
Then it struck me.
I know something very interesting about you. Remember that.
That's what the letter said. Whoever was in charge knew about…that. More tears came to my eyes.
My wandering continued until I reached a park. I settled myself on a bench and began to think about what was going on. I didn't know where I was. I didn't care. Lauryn was killed. Someone wanted me dead. Ten people were going to hunt me down.
In the middle of hysterics, I laughed. I stood up on the bench and shouted, "My life sucks!"
"You sound a little too happy about that," a voice behind me said.
"You sound a little too happy about that," I said to a girl shouting in the park. Not just any girl, though. She found me when I was wounded.
The girl turned around and stared at me for a few seconds. She had pale skin and brown hair and eyes. Cute.
She laughed nervously and sat back on the bench. "Sorry?" she said, unsure of the words to use. I flashed a smile at her and joined her on the bench.
"Do you remember me?" I asked her. She scanned me with a thoughtful expression. Suddenly, her face lit up.
"How are those wounds? They looked pretty bad," she replied, apparently remembering.
"Pretty good," I said with a smirk. She almost smiled, but it quickly went away. Then, she looked really scared. The girl stood up and looked at me, horrified.
"Are...oh my god…what if…?"She said, I believe to herself. I stood up and asked her if she was okay. She started to shake.
She gulped before saying, "Are you trying to kill me?"
"What?" I asked, startled. Not what I was expecting. "What are you-" I began, then stopped myself. The Killing Game?
"The…Killing Game?" She questioned. I nodded. We looked at each other for a while, maybe a minute. Then I smirked.
"Are you going to kill me?" I asked her.
Frowning, she said, "This isn't a joke!" Her voice got more heated. "My best friend was just killed!" She began to shake, tears staining her cheeks. She fell to the ground. I wasn't sure what to do and people were starting to stare. I did the first think I thought of.
I kneeled next to her and wrapped my arm around her shoulder.
"What's your name?" I asked.
"Charlotte…" She said hesitantly in between tears.
I smiled. "My name is Ash."
A/N: I'm sorry this chapter isn't that good! I'm suffering from slight writing block! Encouragement reviews? :)
Thanks for reading!