Traitor

Day 4 (5:37 a.m.)

Eliza's POV

I watched Kiara leave with a raised eyebrow.

"She's probably right." Aiden murmured and I looked at him incredulously.

"What are you talking about?! We should all stick together!" I cried.

Aiden shook his head. "No. The Traitor could attack and it wouldn't matter. The last innocent person won't be able to do anything. The bad guys will win."

"Shit."

"Then I'm going to go to Kiara and keep an eye on her. Or go with you." I stepped toward the stairs, but Aiden stepped in front of me.

"If you do that, I'll have to kill you." He said, and my blood ran cold.

"W-What? Why?" I stammered.

"I can't be sure that you're not killing one of us without the other knowing. The bad guys would win." Aiden explained and I stepped away from him, sitting back down on the couch.

"I hate this. I don't want to admit that I'm scared to be alone but I don't trust either of them either."

"F-fine then. I don't trust you guys anyways." I crossed my arms and raised my chin.

Aiden scoffed. "Took you long enough."

I lowered my head as he walked away and I curled my hands into fists.

I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to steady my breathing.

The sounds around the house suddenly became very prominent to me. The creaking the floor boards made by themselves as if ghosts were walking on them made me shiver. The buzzing sound the fridge made. The whispers.

"Wait- whispers?!" I sat up straight and snapped my head around, looking for someone. Or something. "Since when are there whispers?!"

"Eliza~" The voice called, and I had to say, it was an awfully familiar voice.

"H-hello?" I stood up slowly as I reached for my bag.

"Eliza~ don't be afraid! How about you just go to the kitchen for me? Please~" The voice pleaded and I slowly turned to face the kitchen.

"This is insanity. I don't want to be here! Could this be the voice of Sophia come back to haunt me?"

My entire body was quaking as I slowly took one step after another toward the kitchen.

"That's it! Come on! Hurry!" The voice beckoned and I finally stepped into the kitchen.

On the counter, there was a bowl of spaghetti with red sauce. I stepped closer to the bowl and picked up the fork, examining the dish.

Finally, the smell of iron met my nose and the bloody fork clattered to the floor.

This was blood coating the pasta. Maybe the pasta was made of bone.

The smell of blood was so powerful it made me gag as I stepped farther away from the bowl.

"Eliza~ look at me!" The voice called, and I slowly turned my head.

What I saw made black spots dot my vision as my head and stomach swam.

Amya was standing in the kitchen. At least her corpse was. Strings were tied to her arms and legs so that she hung limp like a puppet. The controls were floating in midair up by the ceiling. As if someone invisible was controlling the corpse. Black marker was drawn on her face to make her smile, the white goop still dripping out of her mouth.