Everyone for Themselves

Chapter 21

February 19th, 1991

Chapter 21-

Trevor stumbled over rocks and sticks as he attempted to get away.

He was being chased, most definitely, and the person chasing him was obviously not going to give up.

It was all Trent's fault, he thought bitterly. All Trent's fault for leaving us.

When he said 'on your own', he really meant it. He had banished everyone to the forest, told everyone to stay alive, but never to come back to the campsite, or the cabins, until there was a winner. That it was everyone for themselves.

Trevor had predicted long ago that the winner was not going to be him. Now, his suspicions were confirmed as he struggled to get away from his captor.

Undoubtedly, he thought, whoever was chasing him was the murderer. Who it was, he couldn't tell, because they had on some sort of mask. But they were fast. Too fast for him.

In fact, the only thing keeping Trevor going, was the possible fact of seeing his girlfriend back home again. He missed her so much, and when, or if, he got back, he was going to stay with her till the end. But something deep down inside him told him he wasn't going to make it back.

It was easy to see that the murderer was gaining on him now.

He or she was only about a half a foot away when they stumbled over a twig, sending them back a couple inches. But they still kept running.

Maybe, he thought, maybe I can escape if I just keep running!

A little flicker of hope still burned inside him, even though he thought the flames had been extinguished.

Because of he could escape, he could see his girlfriend again.

Because if he could escape, he could maybe find out who the murderer was.

Because if he could escape, he could keep hold of his life for another day or two.

Although, one question was still burning inside him... Who was his pursuer?

"You can't run... You can't hide." a familiar voice rasped behind him. His mind was racing too fast to remember who the voice belonged to. He couldn't be blamed for it. He was going to be murdered, savagely murdered, by someone he had been with for almost 2 months. Someone he thought he trusted, unless it was Marissa or Olivia.

He twisted his head around and strained to see past the mask to the face of the murderer, but it didn't work.

In his recognition attempts, he ran right into a tree. He hit the ground hard, landing on his elbows. Pain shot up both his arms as he struggled to get back up to his feet, but suddenly a shiny gun was pressed up against his temple. The pressure from it made him fall back down on the ground.

"Hmm... Should I shoot now, or make this slow and painful for you?" the murderer hissed.

Trevor's eyes pleaded for mercy, but he said quietly, "Just kill me now."

He shut his eyes and braced himself for the pain... for the end... but it didn't come. Instead, he was shoved hard on the cold ground, grunting in pain as he landed.

Something pressed hard against his back, and as he looked up he saw a shiny, red high heel digging into his skin. Wincing, his life flashed before his eyes, as were images of his girlfriend.

He missed her terribly, and he wondered if she would miss him, too. He wished he didn't have to leave her... leave her to this torturous thing that he called Earth... but obviously, considering the circumstances, he had to.

Why couldn't it be anyone else? He wondered. Then his thoughts became bitter again. Oh, right, because everyone else has already died.

"You can kill me, but can you at least tell me who you are?" Trevor whispered hoarsely, although he already thought he knew who it was.

To his slight disappointment, the murderer shook their head.

"No. I can't reveal myself just yet." they said, and Trevor could practically hear their despicable grin in their voice.

"Please. I just want to know who you are." Trevor begged.

"No." was all they said in final reply.

And that one word, those single two letters, told Trevor that it was over.

It told him that the trigger on the gun was about to be pulled, and he was going to be in its line of fire.

It told Trevor that he was never going to see his girlfriend, or anyone he loved, ever again.

But most of all, it told Trevor that the end had come.

And as he looked up at his brutal killer's mask, he suddenly had a slight inspiration of who it was, and his heart gave a jolt as he thought of it, for he never would've guessed it could've been them.

And the last thing he saw was a wave of tumbling black hair as everything went black for the last time.

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Trent's Comments: You know, in all my years of hosting these games, I've never seen anything quite like this.

This murderer is a good actor.

Or actress.