Luke's POV
"Each one of these men here have riddles." The man spoke. "Each riddle you don't get correct, or don't answer in time, you will pick a piece of paper out of a bowl and it will tell you one of your friends deaths." There's no way I'm going along with this.
"There's no bowl with paper you idiot." I spat. "Sadly for this you will all have to come up above ground so these men will escort you there and don't think of any funny business because I won't hesitate to kill you all." The man growled.
We were all heading to the door, that was now open and I never noticed, closely followed by the men. I never let go of Emily. I couldn't, I hade to make sure she was okay.
We got to the top of the stairs surprisingly fast. I gasped at the sight. The room was filled with guns, knifes, and ropes were hanging. And, of corse, there was a clear bowl in the middle of the room filled with small pieces of folded paper.
"Hello my friends." The raspy voice croaked. I whipped my head around to stare at the ugly man sitting at and ugly, worn down desk. "We're not your friends." I have him the death stare. "I don't give a shit if you kids like me or not because I just want to see you all die." He smiled. "Bastard." I hissed.
They pushed us into a line against the wall with a man standing in front of all of us except the odd one out because there was 8 men and now 7 of us. I was 1st I was guessing because I was closest to the old man then Emily, Calum, Anna, Michael, Katie, then Ashton. Well the man wasn't that old. Like maybe his 50's. "Names please." He chirped. I was obviously not going to actually give him my name so my head scrambled with names to find a good and believable one. "So tall, blondie what's your name." He clicked on his pen. "George Fields." I spat out. I honestly have no idea where those names came from.
"Wow Luke I trusted you." He pouted sarcastically. How the fuck did he know my name? Oh shit I'm in trouble. "Damn it." I mumbled under my breath. "For punishment for lying to me, you're up first." He chuckled motioning for me to take the piece of paper the man in front of me was now holding out. I grabbed it reluctantly. "4 minutes starting now." The man said sternly. I unraveled it and read the words carefully:
Question: A man was driving a black car. His lights were off. The moon shown no light. A cat was in the middle of the road. How did he know to stop?
What. Umm okay think. We'll for one why wouldn't he have his lights on? Idiot. That poor cat. Its a lucky one. "3 minutes." Shit think Luke. Umm umm. Well during the day the moon shows no light and the driver wouldn't need his lights on AND HE COULD SEE THE CAT! "It was day!" I shouted. "Leave it to Luke to ruin the fun." The man groaned. I just smiled. "Back." The man that handed me the riddle pushed me back to my place next to Emily against the wall. "Now Emily your turn." I still don't know how he knows our names.
Emily's POV
Well it's my turn. I was NOT going to be guilty for one of my friends deaths so I had to get this right. The man held out a folded piece of paper to me. I quickly ripped it out of his hands trying to act sassy. "Sassy one here." The man at the desk laughed at me. I gave him the death glare as I unfolded my riddle.
Question: A young woman is attending her mother's funeral. While there, she meets a man she has never seen before and falls in love immediately. After the funeral she tries to find him but cannot. Several days later she kills her sister.
Why does she kill her sister?
What kind of question is this? "4 minutess." The man sang. Well for one killing your sister won't find him. Or will it? Wait. "She killed her sister thinking that the man would be at the funeral?" I answered more like a question. "You're right and some people say this riddle is a test of a psychopath. If you answer it correctly, you could be one. So looks like you might be like me." He chuckled. What the fuck? Is that true? I looked at Luke confused and he just shrugged and held his arms out to me.
Before I could get into them one of the men in black smacked Luke's arms down. "No touching." He said with little emotion. "What the hell man!" Luke whined rubbing his arms where they were smacked. I just giggled. Why was I giggling? This is the worst time to laugh. Maybe I'm actually psycho...
Calum's POV
I really wasn't paying attention to Luke or Emily's question. I was freaking out. I really don't want anymore of my only friends to die and I defiantly don't want to be at fault for it. "Asian you're next." "I'm not Asian." I muttered. "Whatever just answer the question. Please get it wrong this is getting boring." The man sighed. I rolled my eyes and snatched the piece of paper out of the strong man in front of me. I opened the paper quick hoping for the best. "4 minutes be smart for once." He laughed at me. "Shut the fuck up." I scoffed.
Question: The one who makes it sells it.
The one who buys it doesn't use it.
The one whose using it doesn't know he's using it.
What is it?
Ight. I'm lost already. Great. "3 minutes." I could tell he was smirking. He knew I wasn't going to get it. I'm awful at thinking like this. Shit. Well, there goes one of my friends all thanks to my stupid, small brain. "Calum your smart and you know it! You can do this think!" Anna whisper yelled. I fake smiled at her hoping she'd buy it but she's knows me to well to. Her smile faded as she realized I wasn't okay.
"2 minutess!" The man sang. "I'm so sorry guys." I stared at the floor not wanting to see their reactions. They didn't make a sound.
"Hey you still got one minute." I stared at the man who was smiling at me with complete joy in his eyes. "Fuck you man." I yelled. "Times up!" He cheered. I put my face in my hands. "Damn it Calum you stupid idiot you should be the one dying! Your the one whose stupid and is just going to end up getting everyone killed!" I yelled at myself pulling my hair. "Calum d-don't beat yourself up umm just umm." Anna was trying to comfort me from her place against the wall but I really needed a hug.
I reluctantly was pushed over to the clear bowl filled with small folded papers. "Pick one and let's have some fun." The man sang. I huffed and slowly pick a piece of paper from the round bowl. "Read it! Read it!" The man said with excitement. "What should we call you by the way?" I questioned trying to stall. "You can all call me Peter." He smiled obviously more excited that one of my friends were gonna die. "Really?" I cracked up. I expected his name to be more creepy you know? "P-Peter? As in Peter France?" Emily stumbled. "Yeah, hey Em long time no see." He smirked.
