The Death Games

Victory

Leo crashed to the ground, and Alan put the pieces together. He threw his soup aside, and glared at Michael.

"What did you do?" He shouted hysterically.

Alan went to Leo's side, and sat with him as the poison took it's nasty toll. Tears ran down his face as Leo succumbed to the poison, trembling and muttering nonsense.

Leo finally quieted, and breathed an apology to Kia as he passed away.

Alan got up, wiping the tears from his eyes. He turned to Michael. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

Michael didn't know how to respond.

"First Anastasia, now Leo, who's next? How many more before I go insane?" Alan laughed hollowly. "I'm already halfway there!"

He slowly walked out of camp, taking nothing.

I have nothing left to live for. Why even bother trying? Anastasia is gone. I can't live without her. And now, Michael's discovered a new love for murder. I'm doomed. Alan thought. Then he laughed.

He reached for his backpack, searching for a weapon to end it all. It was then that I realized that he had no backpack full of items with which he could kill himself.

"Come on, kill me! Someone, just kill me!" Alan shouted, throwing out his arms.

No one showed up.

He kicked a nearby tree violently, and continued onward. He walked through the night, and all morning of the next day. He only stopped when he came across a clearing and caught sight of Michael and some girl.

"Felicity, you are insanity." Michael said as he buried a hatchet in her head.

The poor girl's corpse fell on the ground, and her sunglasses, shattered from the hatchet strike, clattered, and landed right next to Michael's foot. Not giving much thought, Michael stepped on them, and walked up to the girl's lunch. He stole a sandwich, and stared at the girl.

"Good riddance Felicity."

He started to leave the clearing, so Alan panicked, and stepped in front of him. "Hello Michael."

Michael froze in midbite. "Alan?"

"Enjoying the murders, I take it?"

"I'm not-"

Alan laughed hollowly. "Don't bother lying to me. You are. Leo. That girl. Most likely Hannah too. And who knows who else?"

"No, Alan, seriously-"

"Maybe you were even a spy for Elizabeth and assisted in Anastasia's death!" Alan shouted hysterically.

"I would never-"

"I don't know Michael. I thought the murder of a friend was something you would never do, but look now!"

"It was a mistake."

"A mistake, really?! I guess the fact that I'm still alive is also a mistake to you?"

"Not at all!"

Alan shook his head. "I honestly don't know what to believe anymore. But if there's one thing I know right now, it's that you Michael, are a murderer."

"I am not a murderer, okay?! My father accused of that for so many years, and no, I am not a murderer!"

Alan looked at him, shocked. "Even before the Death Games? Wow Michael. You're even worse than Elizabeth. At least she killed in self defense."

"I'm telling you Alan, I am not a murderer, okay? This girl here, Felicity, she got into my head, and-"

"Likely excuse."

"Alan-"

"Okay, let's make a deal. You kill me, then kill yourself."

"What? No!"

"You're a murder Michael. We both know that you want to."

"How about we fight?"

"Fight?" Alan paused and thought for a moment. "Okay. I could kill you, then kill myself. Works for me."

Michael frowned at Alan, then pulled out a sword.

"Sword fight? Could I borrow one of yours? I realized that I didn't have a weapon when I tried to kill myself in the woods earlier." Alan said.

Michael slowly pulled out a sword, and passed it to Alan.

As soon as Alan had the sword, he lunged, and left a nasty cut on Michael's left arm.

"I wasn't ready!"

"I don't care. I need to do this. For Leo. Then I can end my life."

Michael spoke to Alan in-between slashes.

"Don't- kill- yourself."

Alan gave another insane laugh. "Don't you see? I have nothing."

They both jumped backwards, exhausted. Alan panted, glaring at Michael. I need to destroy him. I'm not letting Leo's murderer get away.

With a battle cry, Alan leapt back into battle, and with a series of sword thrusts, he pushed Michael back against a tree.

"Don't do this." Michael pleaded.

"You brought this upon yourself, Michael." Alan said, as he pushed the sword into Michael's heart.

He stared at Michael's body for a second, filled with an odd mix of satisfaction and horror.

He slowly leaned over, and picked up Michael's sword. He put it against his throat.

"Stop!" A voice shouted, and people swarmed him, taking away his sword.

"Let go of me!" Alan shrieked.

Someone leaned over him. "You've won, Alan. You won the Death Games."

Then, he felt a needle piercing his skin, and Alan passed out as the drug entered his system.

I'm uploading next week's chapter now because I'm going to be busy next week. But anyway! Does the victor surprise you?
~ Cade83