Everyone for Themselves

Chapter 7

A/N: Guys, I am really touched that I've sped up so much in about two days. That's a lot for me. ;D

So I'd just like to say thanks. And, if you've read this far, please don't stop now. I had a total brainstorm last night.

I've got stuff in store.

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January 8th, 1991

Charlotte's P.O.V

Dear Journal,

It was yesterday that the murder happened. And no one is even one step closer to discovering who did it. People are still a little suspicious about Olivia, and I'm starting to be too. She's been acting so...

Weird. Just so weird.

I can't believe another game is tomorrow.

I think I've been so frightened, that all of my fear has been sucked out of me.

I feel lifeless. Like I've already died.

These games are sucking the life out of me. Everyone has noticed it. Even Trent. But I hate him. He seems to be enjoying it. I can't take it any longer. I don't see the point in living. Even my sentences are lifeless!

I think tomorrow, I'm going to do what I'd never thought I'd do.

I'm going to TRY and die in the games.

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January 9th, 1991

Raymond's P.O.V

Sup.

Man, these past few days have been terrible.

They gonna be killin' us one by one till it's just me and the guys left. Hey, that ain't cool.

But me and the guys are pretty tight. Yeah... All of 'em except for that Eric dude. Dunno what's wrong with him. I think he's startin' to go insane. He usually just goes into a corner and talks to himself. Man, his brother ain't even noticin'. Roberto. Yeah, that dude is awesome... But he, Hunter, and Reed just play video games all day. They don't notice what's goin' on.

Guess I'd better tell ya what happened today.

So our challenge today was, like... Shootin' animals I think. Cold blooded people. This is seriously messed up, at our age we haven't done any hunting, or at least not professionally.

All of the girls were like, cryin' and stuff. Guess they like animals. I'll keep that in mind.

Anyway, Trent was showin' us how to hold a gun and stuff (the girls were picky, sayin' it was dangerous and stuff... Yeah, cause dyin' is dangerous too, but we gonna do that, aren't we?), and then he began the games.

Hey. I'll tell you right now, I'm not gonna give much description. I'm just gonna tell you what happened... MY way. Ok? Cause if Trent didn't want that, he shouldn't have given me this.

So anyway.

We were to shoot stuff in the forest that we were in last time for the treasure thing. Person with most dead animals wins. Simple as that.

So I headed down to the beach place again, cause I knew where it was. I had been there with a couple others last challenge.

I walked 'round the shore a bit, and shot a couple crabs. I wondered if those counted.

Then I left towards the forest again with my crabs, and shot a couple bunnies in their hole. Poor things. Didn't look like much.

I was so close to shootin' a deer, too. Wish I had. Woulda gotten me some major points.

Around the middle of the challenge, I ran into my man, Paul.

"Hey, bro... Whoa, dude, nice haul," I said, cause I had to admit, I was impressed. He had five rabbits, a couple birds, a few mice, and a squirrel or two. "Where'd ya find all that stuff?"

He shrugged. "Places," he replied. "And thanks. How'd you find crabs?"

"Oh, down by that beach."

Paul smacked himself in the forehead. "Wow, I completely forgot about the beach! Think there are still some seagulls or something down there?"

"Maybe, I didn't think of seagulls, so I didn't shoot 'em down."

"Cool, I'll go look. Hey, thanks, bro. If I find any I'll give you one."

"Aw, thanks, man," I said, slappin' him a high five. "See ya."

"See ya, dude!" Paul called, jogging towards where I just came from.

I guess by helping Paul, I lost the challenge for myself. He'd probably find a lot more than I did. But that was Ok. I wasn't in these things for winnin'. I just wanted to go back home.

Well, I started walkin' where Paul had just come from, lookin' for squirrels, mice, more rabbits, and, well, anythin'.

But I ended walkin' towards the camp again, knowin' that it was only a couple minutes till time was up. That's when I heard voices. Voices talkin'. I crept towards 'em, wantin' to know more, because maybe it'd give me a clue as to what's goin' on. I peeked through the bushes to see two girls. One was that girl, Charlotte, I think her name is. Couldn't see the other one's face.

Heard 'em talkin' loudly, but I couldn't hear what they were sayin'. Aw man. It got terrible after that. Saw the girl I couldn't see aim the gun for Charlotte's head.

And shoot.

She crumpled to the ground, and I already knew that she was dead. It had gotten her right in the head. I heard shrill, piercing laughter. Couldn't tell who it was, though. Then the girl stepped into the light.

Outta the shadows.

I know the murderer now! I got proof!

And man, you wouldn't BELIEVE who it was!

It was

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Comments from Trent: That day we found him dead on his bed.

Ironic.