Devils Game

Four | Bandaids Don't Fix Bulletholes

I place my hand onto the cold, metal door handle of the door my captor told me to enter. Taking a deep breath, I turn the knob and push on the door to open it... its locked?

Yea, of course it is. Agitated, and wanting to get out of the room, I look behind me, back at the rifle that was once used against me. Walking over to it, I get an idea. I take a look at the contraption and see that the lever is no longer on the trigger; its safe to take off.

I grab the rifle and lift it up, it being way heavier than I anticipated. I look and see if it has any bullets left, but to my unluckiness, I see that it has none; only the one that was supposed to be fired after me. Thinking it would only slow me down, its rendered useless if I don't know what to shoot at, or who to shoot at.

I put it back down and walk back to the door, stepping a few feet away from it, I smash my heel into the doorknob and the door flies open. I take one step out of it and look at more cement, this time theres a hall to the left and right of me. I look around and wonder which way to go; left or right. And then I see an arrow, at the end of the left hall. Curious, I walk over to it.

Its written in red. Its written in blood. Real original, I think. But then I notice that theres a hole in the wall, and a camera in it. Theres a post it on it, with the writing "look at me" on it. Freaked out, I take the camera out hesitantly and turn it on. And a video of Justin is the first thing that flashes on the screen.

"Justin!" I yell out, even though I know that he can't hear me, or maybe he can. Where. is. he? The video goes on, hes tied up by his torso tightly with rope around a chair, his face is smeared in his own blood and his distorted nose emphasizes that its broken.

"Say hi to the camera Justin," a voice says.

Justin stays still, and mutters out a word Im guessing is "help."

"Justin here got a little... hurt. But just to make sure the wounds could be fatal, Ive made this tape to capture it." The voice disappears for a second, and my anxiety grows higher. Whats he going to do? After a couple seconds a loud shot goes off, and blood gushes out of Justin's shoulder. I scream out and bring the camera to my chest, wanting to barf at how graphic the scene was. "You have exactly 3 minutes from now, Im guessing, to choose a door, and help him."

I drop the camera, and find three doors in front of me, one on the left wall, one in front of me, and one on the right wall. Panicked, and not wanting to waste any time, I frantically try to open the door to my left, but its locked. Assuming that all of the doors are all locked, I pound on the door. It doesnt budge, so I take a few steps back and kick the door with all my might: it goes flying open.

Theres a room, with walls filled with distorted paintings, and blood smeared all over the walls and floor. And in the middle of the room, theres a chair with a chopped off head, and a red apple in its mouth with the word "wrong" written on it with white sharpie.

Knowing I have a limited amount of time, I wince and leave the room, and smash my body into the door next to it, without even thinking twice. I fall down, and land flat on my face. Feeling cuts everywhere, I open my eyes and see that I landed in a pile of glass. I go on my elbows and try and stand up, but no matter what I do it hurts.

I look up, and I see Justin sitting in a chair, blood dripping down his arms, his shirt stained and soaked in his own blood. I fight the tears that sting my eyes when I look at how much pain he's in. "Justin! Im here! Hang in there, Im coming!" I yell out to him, and he doesn't show any signs of response.

I force myself to stand up, but I look down and see that the path to get to Justin is scattered in nothing but cut up glass shards; their sharp edges glistening in what little light we have. And lucky for me, I have no shoes.

I decide to just run through it, who knows how long Justin has left, and carefully winding through it will only make Justin feel worse, he could leave me at any second at this rate. I take a giant breath, and sprint as hard as I can through the yards of broken glass that pierce my feet. I scream out, but keep running as fast and as hard as I can even though I want nothing more than to stop in my tracks and faint.

Only a couple more seconds of unbearable pain, I think to myself as I take one last jump, and my body goes flying into the concrete floor by Justin, that isn't scattered in glass. I look down at my feet, at the blood and remains of glass that are stuck in all my cracks and edges. I cringe at the sight of them, not even thinking that they used to be my feet.

I look up at Justin and see his face, he looks like he'd about to go to sleep. Bad sign. I sit up, my hands going to his shoulder and putting as much pressure on it as I can to stop the bleeding that was still pouring out of his shoulder.

"Justin! Justin can you hear me?!" I say into his ear as loud as I can, wanting to get some sort of response from him. "Crap! What do I do? What do I do?!" I talk to myself.

"Congratulations, youve won! Now, for your reward." A voice booms throughout the room. I look above me, waiting for something to happen. I wipe the tears off of my face that were streaming down.

A hole opens up above me and Justin, and a big first aid kit gets dropped down. I move my way over to it, dragging my body towards it with all of my might since my feet are currently inoperable. I fling open the case with all of my might. I see lots of gauze, a needle, and stitches. And shoes.