When the Clock Strikes Midnight

11:25 p.m

A/N: So this is the final part of this story. At the end of this chapter I'll have a whole little speech about the story. But for now, I'm sure that you all just want to read the story

I groan, turning my head to the side and feeling it make contact with something. My eyes fly open, my hands pulling me away from whatever it is without knowing what the danger could be. Once my eyes have focused I realize that it's Jackson. I inhale a deep breath, forcing my nerves to calm down as I crawl back over to him. I look over his face. He looks so peaceful right now. Like nothing bad has ever happened to him. I smile softly, wishing that his face could stay like that forever. But it doesn't. I hear the door open and slam shut, and next thing I know Jackson has bolted up to sitting and has his arms wrapped around me protectively. I sigh, my easiness from earlier disappearing. I look past Jackson's arms to see who walked in. It is the boss man from before, along with a woman who is not wearing a mask. And Micheal. Micheal comes walking in behind them all, clearly using all of his self control not to come running at me. I tense, letting myself shrink into Jackson's arms. My eyes meet with Micheal's and he pins me with a glare, clearly not happy that I am in Jackson's arms. The boss man clears his throat and I turn my attention towards him. He motions towards the couch and moves over there, sitting down and waiting for us to follow. I take a deep breath and gently push myself out of Jackson's arms, standing and holding out my hand for him. He grabs mine and gets up, holding mine tightly as we get to one of the couches. We sit down, Jackson pulling me tightly to his side protectively. I inwardly cringe, wanting to show that I'm strong without him but needing his comfort. I feel Micheal's eyes boring into me as I look at the boss, his green eyes looking at Jackson before turning to mine. He clears his throat, discomfort starting to creep into his eyes. He grabs the bottom of the mask he is wearing and pulls it up, exposing his face. I can see the similarities between Micheal and the boss man. They look like they are related. As my eyes turn towards the woman, I see that same similarity. I gasp, all of the eyes in the room turning towards us. I quickly turn it into a cough, trying my best to disguise the surprise in my eyes. The boss man clears his throat again and the attention turns back to him.

"Well, like I said before. Congratulations on being the finalists. Not that it matters too much. None of you will be surviving the night. Anyways, as I promised earlier, there is going to be an explanation on why you guys were picked for this. So please, get comfortable as we explain." I settle back into the couch, making sure that Jackson's arm stays securely around me. He looks down at me, planting a quick kiss on my head before turning back. I see Micheal clench his fists but the woman beside him places a hand on his knee, holding him still. I turn my attention back to the boss man, my curiosity starting to get the best of me.

"To begin with. Our names. My name is Edward. This woman beside me is my wife, Janet. And Micheal, both of you know. Micheal is our son." I look up at Jackson, who's eyes have widened. He looks down at me and I nod, confirming that I already knew. He nods back, turning back towards the family.

"There was an incident last year. You and everyone else who was a part of these challenges went on a class trip. You guys went to France. And while you were there you guys decided to sneak out and go and party. At that party, you guys had rented a boat and were out on a small lake. That night, one of the girls who was with you died. Lola. She drowned, and none of you guys tried to save her." My eyes widen, my brain already knowing what he is going to say next.

"That girl, Lola? She was our daughter. Micheal's little sister. You guys killed her. You killed her. She's gone, and it's your guys' fault. And we tried to grieve like normal people. But we just couldn't get past the fact that you guys killed her. So that's when we started making this plan. As soon as her casket was lowered into the ground we started our plan. To make this game. To have all of you die. Because you killed our Lola. So you deserved to die as well." He pauses, taking a deep breath. I take the chance to speak, knowing that he isn't speaking the truth.