Short Stories

(3) part uno

(So... In this one I included my best friend, @LilithBarnes69 as Esmoray, and then Jack and Asher are based off of Jack Dylan Grazer and Asher Angel. Enjoy lol)

WARNING!! blood, knives, death

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My eyes are closed when I come to. The only thing my five senses can comprehend is a voice, a dark one at that. The voice rings through my ears; clouding my already scattered mind. I don't know how I got here. I remember being in my room, and hearing an alarm. Not one that I'd heard before. Then I passed out. Here I am now.

"You will enter a room. In this room there will be three people. One, longs to kill you. The other two, will do anything to save you. Good luck."

The voice leaves, and I feel my body start to levitate. My muscles start to spasm uncontrollably. My eyes finally open and I see myself floating in a room, it must be the room I was hearing about.

I finally reach the ground, my legs falling underneath me. I feel weak. Like something took my energy and used it for something strenuous. My thoughts started to race, running around each other like when kids play. Why am I here? Was I sent to die? Who is in the room?

"Hey!!" I hear a familiar voice call out. "Are you okay...?"

I look up at the source of the voice. There she is, her raven hair falling out of a loose bun, her hoodie over her sweats. She doesn't seem worried at all.

"H- hi..." I breathe out. So one of them is Esmoray.

I look towards the back of the room to see two figures, both are covered by the darkness that floods the room. One is taller, more broad, the other is shorter. One of them steps out of the light. His hair is curly, in a mess around his head. HIs eyes are hazel, and he's wearing a bunch of bracelets and other jewelry. Jack. I await for the last person to reveal themselves. They still stay in the background.

"Hey Athena." Jack walks over and wraps me in a hug.

"Hey.." I smile lightly, still eying the figure in the back.

"You don't mind that I brought along my friend Asher, do you?" Jack asks me.

"No.." I watch as he walks out of the darkness.

He has an odd look in his eyes. Or maybe I'm trying to ignore the fact that either Esmoray or Jack could be trying to kill me. They wouldn't, right? It has to be Asher.

He walks over to me, shaking my hand.

We hear a very loud falling sound, and around us are huge plywood boxes with our names on them. Each in different colors. Mine is purple, Esmoray's is red, Jack's is orange, and Asher's is blue. I walk over to mine, and pry open one of the sides. The contents consists of a purple dress jacket, a rope, a knife, and a name tag. Everyone else opens theirs, each of them having the same exact things except for the color of their jackets.

Soon we all have them on, and I have my knife tied onto my belt loop. My name tag fastened to my jacket, and the rope slung over my shoulder. Looks like they are setting us up to kill each other. Ominous.

I stand against the wall I'm closest to. Eventually I sit down, but it's hard to relax when you know your murderer is in the same room as you.

"Do you know why we're here?" Esmoray asks, kneeling beside me.

"They, whoever they are, told me that I'm here because two of you are trying to save me, while one person is plotting to kill me." Hearing the words out of my mouth freaked me out more.

"Huh." Esmoray seems to be thinking. "Wanna fake our deaths?"

"Ha-ha." I say in a monotone level of my voice. "I don't know what to do."

"First off, Jack obviously likes you." She smiles, gesturing to him. He's sitting across the room, on his own, and staring right at me. Weirdo. "Make a move, I can tell you like him too."

"And what would that do? Maybe he's faking it in order to play with my emotions to eventually kill me." I explain. "I can't be naive. I know you won't kill me, but I don't know about them."

"Fair." She leans against the wall. "Talk to Asher, see what his deal is."

"Maybe... Yeah. I'll have to try that."

~*Time Skip*~

I wake up to banging across the room. I see Jack lying on the floor, Asher above him with his knife held to Jack's throat. What....

"Hey!!" I scream at him. "What are you doing?"

"Leave. Us. Alone." Asher says through gritted teeth.

"Help.." I see Jack whisper out. The fear in his eyes scares me deeper than the fact that Asher is most definitely going to kill me if I save Jack.

"Asher, please, put the knife down." I walk slowly towards the both of them.

"Why should I?" He puts the knife into Jack's skin, just barely drawing blood. "He's going to kill you, Athena, he is."

"No, he's not." I reply. Is he?

"Athena, I'm not." Jack chokes on his words. "I- I love-"

"Shut up." Asher drags the knife deeper, Jack groaning out in pain.

"What is your problem?" Tears fill my eyes as I see Esmoray come up behind Asher. He doesn't notice.

"My problem is that you think that I'm going to kill you. And I will. Don't mess up my plan, like he did." Asher glares down at Jack.

Esmoray takes out her knife and drives it through his ribs, an agonized scream emitting from his lungs. I watch as Asher slowly falls upon himself, Jack's face terrified. I turn to Esmoray and hug her, taking the knife from her.

"Thank you." I hug her closer, then whisper, "You're right. I think I like him."

"He likes you." She whispers back.

"Th- thank you, Esmoray." Jack stands up shakily, blood dripping down his neck.

"Not a problem. Death is fun." She smirks, but I can tell it bothered her a little.

Jack walks over and hugs me, burying his face in my neck and holding on to me as tight as he can. I smile to myself, holding onto his shivering body.

"I'm gonna let you two have a minute." Esmoray winks at me, walking over to where she slept.

"It's okay..." I whisper to him. "Okay? I'm going to clean you up."

"Okay." He pulls away from me, looking behind himself at Asher and shaking his head. "He was my best friend."

"I know." I brush his hair out of his face, and he blushes. "Aww..."

"Don't-" He looks down.

I walk over to the supply bin that somehow appeared, and take out some rubbing alcohol and napkins. I sit down and call Jack over, he sits next to me. I pour some of the liquid onto the cloths, and start cleaning his cuts, his face flinching.

"It's okay." I look him in the eyes. "Breathe."

I finish up cleaning them, and take out some bandages. I tape them onto his neck. I look down at his shirt to see blood spattered. Damn it. I take out a marker from my pocket and draw a heart over his bandages, very lightly as to not hurt him more.

"I love you." He mumbles.

"I love you." I reply, putting the supplies away.

I love him.

Thank you for reading!

(I apologize for making Asher the villain... I needed someone to base a character off of, but I do not think that Asher would do any of this ever.)