Elizabeth put down her binoculars when either Alan or Anastasia shut off whatever they were using for light.
“They were doing something in there, but what?” She muttered to herself.
She silently jumped down from the tree, and walked over to the broken window Alan had led Anastasia through earlier. Elizabeth carefully went over everything, but couldn’t see anything wrong.
“When in doubt-“ She said, picking up a rock. “Act.”
Elizabeth through the rock down the hallway. Nothing.
Satisfied, she grabbed two fistfuls of gravel, and proceeded down the hallway, throwing some gravel ahead of her whenever she reached a new area.
She climbed the stairs, and then she saw something interesting. Floor tiles. They looked as if they’d been removed, then sloppily put back into place, and they all were spaced a careful distance from one of the doors in the hallway.
“Oooo! Bombs. How clever.” Elizabeth whispered. “But I’m cleverer.”
Elizabeth backed up the entrance to the stairwell, then held up the last of her gravel.
“They won’t feel a need to defend themselves as heavily if I fake my death, right?”
She pulled a jar of blood out of her backpack, then cut off a few shreds of her clothing. She threw them, and the gravel at the same time. She then turned around and ran out of there as fast as she could.
Alan awoke to the sounds of his bombs going off.
“Alan! Your bombs!” Anastasia shrieked.
“I know!” He responded.
He pulled Anastasia to the window just before the wall on the other side of the room exploded. Shrapnel and intense heat pummeled them as they leapt out to a tree right outside of the room.
They watched as a quarter of their school was reduced to rubble, and as things began to burn.
“All of that hard work, only for it to disappear on the first night? Come on!” Alan growled.
Anastasia nodded in agreement.
A moment later, a plane swept overhead, spraying water, and putting out the fires.
“Okay, let’s go see if we can figure out who set it off.” Alan said, climbing out of the tree. “And hopefully, it was Elizabeth.”
Alan and Anastasia picked through the rubble, and some of it was covered in blood, confirming to Alan that someone died here.
“I found something!” Anastasia shouted, holding up a half burnt piece of fabric.
Alan rushed over. “But it doesn’t mean anything.”
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The Death Games
Fiksi RemajaNot that far in the future, The Hunger Games are even bigger than they are today. The government eventually has no choice but to put on one of their own, a slightly altered version, called the Death Games. One school is selected, and the students wh...
