Play for Kill

Is He Dead?

"Is he dead?"

the guys asked as Gus's head shook, bending down to my body lying on the ground.

"Not a chance, but grab the girl's,"

he mentioned before pouring hot, steamy water on my face and yelling like a summa bitch, causing my eyes to flinch open.

"Glad you are still with us?"

he laughed, causing my eyes to blink uncontrollably.

"Whoa... what happened?"

I asked, forgetting almost everything and why I was out here on the patio.

"Well, you kinda had a serious concept, but I took care of it personally. Plus, I happened to school a few peeps out of your hands,"

he smiled again and patted my sore shoulder as I remained on the ground, confused and wondering what the hell happened to me.

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Brook

"No! Seriously?"

I was ticked off at the lady at the front desk for saying they were out of breakfast.

"Yes, ma'am? Sorry,"

the lady hung up as quickly as possible. Like, how can they be fresh out of breakfast? What kind of resort is this? I sighed and hoped to at least get some sort of bite, and then I realized I had a bag of chocolate chip cookies. Unfortunately, the puke was mixed with them, and there was no way I was eating them. I groaned.

"It has to be something,"

I said and made my way downstairs, as Chelsea was nowhere to be found, nor Mr. Howlin.

"Hello?"

I echoed through the empty suite and wondered where everyone was, checking the living room and the deck patio.

"Hello? Andre? Mr. Howlin? Chels?"

I called, but there was no answer back. Instead, I went back inside and headed to the kitchen. I rummaged through the fridge to get a bottle of water, then saw the leftovers from the diner last night.

"What the hell?"

I mumbled, then accepted the platter of cheeseburger and fries and hurriedly carried it to the microwave to heat it up, then took a sip of my bottle of water.

"Guess you're all settled in?"

I jumped when the guy from the corner suddenly stood behind me, nearly causing me to spit out the water in my mouth.

"Oh, sorry. I was just calling my friends,"

his shaded eyes looked at me.

"Oh, perhaps Andre?"

I softly nodded my head.

"Yeah... yeah, where is he?"

I asked, as he kindly led me out to the patio, and my eyes were met with the sight of Andre's lifeless body lying flat on the ground.

"What... ANDRE!?"

I panicked, wondering what had happened to him, and tried shaking him awake.

"NOOO!"

I squealed, crying on the verge of tears, hoping he would wake up.

"NO, NO, NOOO! Please! Wake up!"

I pleaded, but nothing happened. I noticed that the signal on his phone had dropped, and it looked as if he had been talking to Jaz.