School Creepypasta

7: The chosen one

—Valley POV—

The news had spread like wildfire around the school. Everyone whispered about it, everyone feared it. Who was first to die— to get killed by their own friends?

Anxiously I sat down in the main hall where everyone gathered one evening. The setting sun offered an orange glow through the tall windows and I spend a moment staring at the tiles on the floor.

"You okay?" Dian asked.

I nodded stiffly. "Just nervous." How couldn't I be? I knew everyone had trained a lot, and I wasn't improving quickly at all. I was a nerd, not a fighter!

Dian gave me a reassuring smile.
"I'm sure that even if you get chosen, you'll be totally okay! You're a great fighter."

I smiled back, but silence was requested and we both looked up at the stage at the front.

Some guy in a yellow hoodie read out something on a paper.
"We're here this evening to see who will fight tomorrow. The two will have twenty four hours to prepare, the rules in those hours are that no harm may come to them caused by each other or other students, though this rule does not apply to the Creepypasta's and Proxies..." the hooded person read the card and everyone waited in anxious silence.
"In the fight you're allowed a weapon of your choice. If you take two, you're disqualified and we'll just kill you. Lastly... it says have fun... who wrote this?"

The hoodie person shrugged and looked at how Toby dragged a lucky wheel onto the stage.

"It's like a game show this way!" Toby chirped happily. God I wish I had the skill to make everything happy and fun.

Hoodie spun the wheel and everyone held their breaths.

"The first name ..." Hoodie read it.

"Flower," Toby said before Hoodie could. Hoodie just nodded and spun the wheel again.
I felt relieved, but kept on biting my cheek as I waited for the wheel to stop already.

The quiet hall got even quieter when the next name was called out.
"Dian."

I glanced sideways and watched their face getting paler.

Dian slowly glanced at me, a nervous smile on their face. We both knew how doomed Dian was.

—

Toby wasn't in a dark mood, surprisingly, as he walked up to them in the dorm room.
"I'm glad we're starting early!"

Dian hadn't really said much, but finally they looked at me, "What do you reckon is the best way to spend my last twenty four hours?"

Toby took a very exaggerated gasp. "You don't meant that!! You're going to win the fight!"

"Imagine you're going to die against someone named 'flower'."

I rolled my eyes as Stephen and Elijah laughed. Such mean people.

"Shut up," Toby suddenly snapped, "If this is the mood, we'll train those twenty four hours long, ensuring our win!"

Dian gave me a hopeless look but I gave them a smile, "I'm sure you're going to be fine, you're stronger than you think."

Dian looked away with a stiff nod. Looking away myself I only hoped I was right.

The evening turned into night as Toby forced the three boys to do push-ups, not satisfied with their performance.
Me and Dian sat down and chatted the time away. I allowed Dian to talk about their favourite movies, a smile on his face as he explained his love for them.

"The fuck are the bitch and cunt sitting still for?" Stephen asked with a sharp glare.

Me and Dian looked up before I shrugged and continued the conversation.

"Valley, I trust you to take Dian to the dormitory, make sure they get their sleep." Toby said monotonously. The tone scared me, but I shrugged and decided to ignore it.

I nodded and gestured for Dian to get up.
As we walked out of the training room, a loud scream went through the hallway. Both me and Dian flinched, looked back and then turned to the way we were going, deciding to ignore it.

"How are you feeling?" I asked Dian as we walked. They shrugged, their eyes looking through the window.
With a smile I pulled them closer to the window.
"Do you like the view?"

"I do," Dian mumbled softly, tears in their eyes before they rubbed them away. They put their hand on the window sill, staring out nostalgically.
"My mother used to love hikes through high hills, the sights..."
I looked at their nostalgic smile.
"It feels like a lifetime ago—
"I can't believe what shit I'm in."

Me neither.
I pressed my lips together, looking away. I missed my parents to.

"Can I get a hug?" Dian murmured.

I looked up.
"Sure."

We hugged each other in a silence which I savoured.

When Dian pulled back he smiled softly. "Promise me you'll make it out of here."

The moment stopped for me there.
I frowned at Dian. "I can't do that."

"Please, promise me you'll survive," Dian insisted, grabbing my arms tightly, "I don't want you to die."

I looked away. "That's not doable... please don't make it worse when I die." Softly I sighed and shook my head, "Let's just go to the dormitory."

Dian let go of me and followed after a second.

"I'm sorry to ask—"

"It's fine," I shook my head and forced a smile, "It's whatever, right?"

Dian rolled their eyes. "Sure."

When Dian was in the dormitory I said goodnight but then moved on to the library. I had to return a book, or well, I had finished it and wanted it off my hands. There were no rules about the books except for don't ruin them completely.

As I walked in the lonely silence I wished me and Dian could keep being friends somehow. I wished nothing like this would ever happen. I wished Dian wouldn't die tomorrow. Would they? I didn't know.

Putting the book where I got it, I sighed. There was a chance they would make it out.
I was sure off it.
Dian wasn't stupid, they would think of something.

—

Dian sat and waited. When Toby came back he fell asleep within a second, mumbling stuff about 'got what they deserved'.
Dian rolled their eyes, got up and started walking. The hallway was quiet by now. Dian could only wonder what Valley was doing, not back yet.
They shrugged it off.

The hospital wing was small. When Dian walked in, most beds were occupied. Their eyes went to the window where the curtains swayed in the light breeze from outside.

The blue masked person, E.J, closed the window and then turned to Dian.
"What's your problem?"

Was it an insult? Judging by the tone it was a question. Dian shrugged. "I came to ask something to Stephen."

E.J nodded and moved on to tend to someone's wounds.

Dian looked around and found Stephen with a bleeding gash in his cheek, a large cut in his thigh and a long cut down his arm. His two mates sat bruised, but not hurt as bad.

Dian kept his words short and easy.
"I need a second weapon."

Stephen grinned.
"You're either stupid, or desperate."
Who broke the rules, faced death.

Dian didn't give it a thought. If anything, they were well informed— they knew they were both.

Leaving that evening, Dian had a plan. They would make it out. If Valley wanted to accept her fate, then sure. At least Dian would try, and they'd succeed in surviving!