The Death Games

Arrival

Elizabeth stepped off the plane, and took in a deep breath of the cold air. She considered feeling sorry for the children who were wearing thin pajamas, then dismissed the thought. She was finally here! The Death Games! She’d always dreamed of murdering the people she hated, ever since she moved from Europe when she was 14, and people laughed at her accent. 

She looked up at the tall, concrete walls surrounding the area in which the planes had landed, and she knew that they didn’t want people attempting to make a run for it. Stupid people, wanting to run from this. This was all she had ever wanted. To murder people legally.

Two doors opened up in the concrete wall, and the female voice spoke again. “Please separate yourselves into two lines, one for girls, and the other for boys. Then, proceed in an orderly fashion, girls on the right, boys on the left.

After a bit of grumbling and pushing around, all the girls had lined up behind Elizabeth, and she led the group through the doors on the right. It was a long, concrete hallway, lined with complicated looking doors, each with an empty screen next to it. 

A women walked down the line, telling each girl to place her finger on the sign, it would scan her in and mark the room as hers.

Elizabeth walked over to the closest door on the right, and pressed her finger on the screen. An image of her face popped up, along with her name, and age. “Welcome, Elizabeth Morty.” The feminine voice said, and the door popped open.

Elizabeth entered the room and scoffed at the accommodations. One bed. That was it. 

“Oh please, you could have done better than that.” she said out loud.

The bed had an outfit laid out, a one piece jumpsuit, stretchy and entirely black, excluding the arms, which were red. 

Elizabeth slipped it on, and stepped back out into the hallway. She was the first one out! Yes! She had to show all those other girls that she was better than them, and that they were all going to die.

Then, she heard sobbing. “I can’t get it on!”

She turned towards the voice. There. It was the pathetic wretch of a girl, Hannah Tart. Elizabeth couldn’t wait to kill her.

“Fine, you silly girl, I’ll help you.” A guard said, walking her into her room. 

She doesn’t stand a chance against me. Elizabeth thought. She fell asleep the day before we went into the Death Games. I bet she’ll fall asleep in some bush, and then I can creep up and stab her, no effort.

When all the girls were out in the hall, the voice spoke again. “Please line up single file, and proceed to the exit.”

Elizabeth swore. Her room was at the other end of the hall, near where they entered. She was not going to be first.

She stormed her way over, and ended up fairly close to the front of line, behind that girl, Hannah. 

She could picture her knife stabbing between her shoulder blades, Hannah crying out in pain, and dying, knowing that she never should have offended the great, Elizabeth Morty…

Elizabeth shook off her daydreams as the door opened, and stepped out into blinding light. Cheers filled the air, and Elizabeth waved at the crowd.

“Elizabeth!” A few people cheered.

Thanks for all the free advertising, Michael. Elizabeth thought. I’ll kill you quickly as thanks. 

The announcer’s voice boomed, "Our tributes of the first ever Death Games!”

Elizabeth could see the boys off to another side, and two figures in the middle of the two rows. Alan and Anastasia. Hugging

I am sooooo killing them. Elizabeth thought.

"In honor of the people of America, one school shall fight to the death until one boy and girl remain, who shall receive one wish, and all the fame they could have ever wished for!” the President shouted from somewhere.

Elizabeth was surprised that the old dunderhead even had the ability to shout into a microphone.

“Tune in on Wednesday for the first ever episode of The Death Games!” the announcer shouted, and we were all escorted back into our appropriate hallways, a guard having to separate Alan and Anastasia.

I swear, those two are so stupid with their love for each other. I can’t wait to crush poor little Anastasia’s heart when I stomp out Alan’s life. Elizabeth thought gleefully.

All the girls slowly filed into their rooms, closing the doors behind them. Elizabeth sat down on the end of her sad little bed, not really caring that her old clothes were gone. She bet that Michael’s phone was gone too. She doubted he could have snuck it out of his room in that jumpsuit. 

She, however, pulled out her notebook. She had hidden it under her mattress, guessing that they would never have thought to check there.

She greedily scanned the names, and began to add causes of death to each name, readjusting the order of names where necessary. 

They’re all so dead. Elizabeth laughed mentally.