Fight to the Death

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"Sit."

The three took a seat in the circle of chairs Anthony had arranged. Guns were pointed at all of them, practically begging them to make the wrong move. Anthony ties each of their hands together, Demetri watching his back.

"I can't believe this Anthony. Why are you doing this? I know I haven't always been the best sis-."

Anthony slaps his hand over her face and grabs her lips roughly, getting close to her face.

"Shut the fuck up."

He pushes her back with a smirk on his face. He was enjoying this. Enjoying torturing his own sister.

"Not everything is about you princess."

Demetri gives her a small smile that she's seem a million times. She'd seen it the first time they met. She'd seen it when they passed eachother in the halls. She'd seen it at karate practice when he finally got a good hit on her. God she was so stupid.

"Dem come on. Don't do this."

Elis chest is rising fast and hard but he keeps his brave look into Demetris eyes.

"Funny how your trying to stop me now, isn't it Eli?"

Now?

"What do you mean now?"

Miguel leaned to speak to Eli and did not miss his shamed face.

"He tried to warn you Sam. He really did."

He knew. Eli had known.

"He literally said it could be someone close to you and you still couldn't get it through your pea size brain, could you?"

Demetri lets out a short laugh and Anthony smiles with him.

"Eli? Why didn't you just say it?"

Eli's closes his eyes and shakes his head.

"I wanted to believe that Demetri would do the right thing. That he would give up this psycho plan and just leave you alone. But he didn't. He even roped your little brother into his crazefest."

Elis words had a venom that burned all of their ears. Demetris smile had disappeared, replaced with a murderous stare.

"Why are you being so ungrateful?! I'm doing this for you! I did all of this for you! For us!"

Demetris screams shook the walls, making Sam wince.

"Us? There will never be an us Demetri. Your a liar and a murderer. I could never love you."

The slap was quick but loud. Miguel's gasp could be heard through the silence. Eli grunted as his face stung and grew red. Demetri was immediately by his side, rubbing his cheek.

"See what you make me do? I don't wanna hurt you Eli. Not like you've hurt me."

Eli freezes as Demetri strokes his cheek, his lip shaking as Demetri gets closer.

"I love you. I will do anything for you. But unfortunately you can't understand that yet. Don't worry, my darling. I'll make sure you know how much I love you."

Demetri backs away and checks the ammo of his gun. He slowly makes his way over to Miguel.

"No! Demetri please!"

Sams sobs do nothing to his as he holds his gun to Miguel's head. Miguel closes his eyes, accepting his fate. Demetri pulls the trigger and...nothing. No blood. No dead body. Miguel slowly opens his eyes and looks around.

"What?"

Demetri smiles and waves his gun.

"I did say I'd be putting on a show. And we are far from the last number."