The Direction Games: A One Direction Fan Fiction

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   We grabbed some weaponry and supplies before we left the cave and camouflaged the entrance so it blended into the small hill. Then, Zayn, Niall, Liam and I set out through the woods towards the first clearing we’d all ever been in, which housed the empty Cornucopia. We all hid in the surrounding bushes. The sun had begun to show over the trees, revealing to all of us a lack of gifts. Xanthius Naia had said the Cornucopia, hadn’t he?

   “It’s the same as Danielle and I left it after we cleaned it out,” Liam stated with a sigh lacing his tone. It was dawn, and there weren’t any gifts.

   “Lads, look,” Zayn exclaimed. His arm was extended to the sky, pointing towards a parachute falling from nowhere. Attached to it was a large, wooden box. As it reached the ground, I saw inside two bags marked with One – one blue and one pink – a green bag marked with Two, a purple bag marked Three, a black bag marked Four, two red bags marked Six and Seven, and an orange bag marked Twelve.

   “What’s the plan?” Niall asked. His blue eyes centered on Liam. Zayn and I locked our gazes on him too. Right now, Liam was the one in charge.

   “Harry,” Liam began. His brown eyes met mine. “Give me the bow.” I followed his command, handing him the bow I’d taken and slipping the quiver of arrows off my shoulder, as he continued, “When it looks clear, run for it. If you’re not attacked, grab the bags. If you are, Zayn and I will be right here, and Niall uses it as a distraction to grab the bags and go back to the cave.”

   We all nodded but I began to feel uneasy. Who didn’t want to be the one to kill the blazing boy? I could see the logic in his plan, but I found myself wondering what would happen if I was attacked and they were too late.

   Our gazes returned looking over the bushes as the crate hit the ground. And, suddenly, the coast wasn’t clear. The dark-haired girl, Eleanor, in a swift run, sprinted out from the trees and didn’t stop, even when she passed the box. But she crouched at the crate, and her bag appeared on her wrist. She dashed away back into the forest.

   “Louis will be happy she’s still doing well,” Zayn remarked.

   “Why?” asked Niall.

   “He’s liked her from the start.”

   I had known Louis had been fibbing when he’d claimed he didn’t like anybody in this arena. I just hadn’t expected it to be Eleanor.

   When she left our view, I looked to Liam, who nodded to me to tell me I could run. And so, acting in accordance to our plan and his command, I broke through the bushes and bolted to the Cornucopia.

   As Liam had predicted, I was caught and thrown to the dirt, landing flat on my back, with the purple-haired girl from Seven, knife in hand, on top of me. Apparently, her only alliance was with Zayn.

   I held away her arm with my hand as she brought the knife closer. She hadn’t yet said a word, she just wanted her kill. All I could do was hold her back from killing me until Zayn and Liam killed her…if Zayn chose to allow that.

   Using her left – the hand without the blade – she pinned down my right arm, and used her right to throw my left to the ground, and managed to hold it down using her knee. She replaced her hand on my other arm with the other knee and used her empty hand to support my head, as she cut her blade from the side of my head down to my collarbone, torturing me before she went in for the kill. I could already smell my own blood being shed from the line she’d carved in my face.

   “I’m gonna enjoy this,” she breathed out in a growl, bringing the knife up in her hand dramatically. I could only lay there under her restrain, preparing for my death.