Traitor

Day 1 (3 a.m.)

Aiden's POV

I opened my eyes slowly as I looked around, regaining consciousness.

I went stiff as I recognized where I was and my situation.

I was in the living room of that creaky wooden house where the party had been.

"The last thing I remember from last night is the lights going out. Then everyone was trying to run but then they started to disappear and then I blacked out. How odd. This is like some horror movie."

I snickered at the thought.

I looked around and saw that the room was lit up with a bright light that hung from the ceiling.

I was sprawled across the couch and when I looked to the side, I saw that there was Kiara Hill -a girl from my school- upside down, her back digging into the corner of the coffee table. She was knocked out.

"She's balancing on her neck. Spectacular."

I looked to my other side and saw two more people on the ground by the fireplace.

Amya Hunter and Benjamin Dalton. They were both knocked out too.

Amya isn't too popular among popular kids, but pretty well known among the school.

Benjamin is one of the most popular boys simply because of his looks. He's basically everybody's dream boy. Even mine. He's smart. Kind. Handsome. What's not to like?

I got on my knees and looked behind the couch where yet another person was knocked out.

Eliza Turner. She's student council President. Most people either love her, hate her, or have no idea who she is. I'm in the middle. She's one of the people I don't really observe too often because that would mean I'm paying attention.

"That's five other people. Did something happen to the last person? Because it looks like these are supposed to be the other six 'players'. But that would mean there's one person missing. Unless they managed to escape? But every time I tried to leave the house the door was locked or the window was too strong. Wait so then how did all those other people leave? This doesn't make sense."

Footsteps. Coming closer. Slowly. They sound big.

I reached into my backpack that I have with me at all times and pulled out the knife that I carry with me every time I go out in public besides school.

I stood up and held the knife readily.

Sweat gathered on the back of my neck and I took a deep breath, squeezing the knife tight.

A figure in dark clothing stepped into the room from the direction the kitchen and bathroom is in and I screamed as I lunged forward, shooting my knife toward the chest.

The person that stepped into the room screamed as well and leapt backwards.

I steadied my feet and held the knife even tighter.

Then I realized who the person was. Jacob Smith. The most popular boy in school because he's the quarterback.

"Of course he's here too."

"Dude, what the hell?! What's up with the knife?!" Jacob cried as he stared at me with wide eyes.

I sighed as I turned around and put the knife in my pocket.

"I had to be careful. You could have been our kidnapper." I mumbled as Eliza's eyes slowly opened.

"Huh? Dude what the hell are you on?" Jacob asked as he put an arm around my shoulder with a chuckle.