Godly Trials- An Original Applyfic (CLOSED)

CHAPTER SIX

Caylee POV

I dug my spoon into the oatmeal, miserably stirring it. It had a sticky, chewy texture that made me want to barf-- I have never been a fan of oatmeals. Yet, it was better than the oatmeal I ate back home. How ironic, the gods wanted us to have a great meal. The steam flew into my face, and I shook it off. I stared into blank space.

We were eating breakfast, after the trial. How ironic. But I didn't complain. I was hungry. As I ate, I tried to focus on the oatmeal and not the events that happened just now.

Knowing you just barely escaped death just now did not make my appetite grow. I pushed away my bowl of oatmeal and excused myself. I headed towards my room, my head empty from the morning and unable to digest what happened yesterday. But then it turned into a headache.

It was only 8:00 a.m., and I had a whole day to myself. I had no idea what I wanted to do, so I settled down and listened to music. All the while, I thought about Jewel.

I couldn't believe Jewel actually sacrificed herself for me. I couldn't process why. Why would Jewel sacrifice herself? Even if she didn't know she would become an angel, she really gave up a chance to become the Ultimate God?

I felt bad for her and I felt angry at myself. Just a day ago I would have banged her head against a wall and beat her to death, now I feel the total opposite.

I also felt extremely furious, FURIOUS that Amaryllis wouldn't tell us that we would turn into angels when we get killed. How could the gods do this? The gods just throw us into a place where we will kill each other to survive. And we can't get out unless only one person is left.

And about the angel thing... that made me even more scared. I could actually die. Even though... I would prefer to be an angel than go back to the dump of a home I had... I didn't want to serve anyone. I wanted to be free, be myself. My goal to become the Ultimate God was to show everyone I could do things, and I could do whatever I set my mind to.

I wasn't planning on losing. But I wasn't planning on dying.

Now, my only way out is to win.

But now that I know what will happen, becoming the Ultimate god is the worst thing in the world. The only way to become the Ultimate God is to kill people, and make them suffer when they die. Nobody wants to be a murderer. And nobody sane would want to feel the glory of killing somebody you care about.

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Diana POV

I didn't go down to breakfast. I would not eat the Gods' food. No.

My stomach protested, but I shut it up with more music. I cranked the volume to the highest. I refused to listen to my stomach's pleas. I refuse.

I am not touching the food. I am not eating anything. I could not do it, I would not do it.

I am still in so much pain, so much hatred-- I could burst. I could implode right now, but I can't.

My heart aches for Jewel to come back. My heart aches for anyone that would sacrifice themselves. And that feeling doesn't go away easily.

I tried to put my head around what happened yesterday.

I had killed someone.

Indirectly, yes, but still. I had killed Jewel. Because I was stupid. Because I touched her. If I'd stopped myself...

But would I touch someone else? Nobody deserved to become an angel just because they lost hide and seek. Caylee didn't deserve that. No one did.

I stared at my oatmeal. It seemed to form the face of Jewel. I frowned, and blinked.