The Games - A YouTuber Fanfic

The Games Part Five

(DISCLAIMER: THIS PART CONTAINS SCENES OF VIOLENCE AND STRONG LANGUAGE. READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED.)

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All around him was chaos. The second the air horn had went off he made a run for it, blocking out everyone around him. Blinking in the harsh sunlight of the Game Center, he forced his eyes to adjust to the landscape. From what he could see they were at the edge of an endless jungle. He quickly scanned his surroundings looking for anything he could use to defend himself with. A glimmer of light caught his eye and he quickly looked to his left to see a long sword that was half hidden in the earth. The sound of an explosion startled him, but he didn’t have time to look back. Phillip made a run for it, snatching the sword up and running towards the jungle. As he broke through the entrance to the trees his breath caught on the humidity, causing him to hyperventilate. If he survived his competitors, he would surely die of dehydration in here. He spied a fallen tree and made a beeline for it, jumping over it with ease. He crouched down in the small cave-like space it had made to catch his breath and focus his thoughts.

“Okay Philly D. Think.” He said quietly to himself. While his mind frantically searched for a rough plan, the sound of the air horn echoed through the Game Center again. Oh god, what now? He thought to himself, terror gripping his otherwise stony exterior.

TYLER OF TYLEROAKLEY AND CRAIG OF WHEEZYWAITER ARE NOW DEAD.

“Shit!” Phillip spat. Who had killed them? Oh god, they were actually playing. He scooted back farther against the fallen tree, resting the sword in front of him as his first line of defense. I need to find water, he thought. His thirst already had a strong grip on him. He cursed himself silently for not taking advantage of it back in his room. His room. Already it seemed like years had passed since Mitchell and him had spent the night with the nurses. God only knew what they had done while they were asleep. He selfishly prayed this would all be over soon, and that he would make it out of here alive. He wouldn’t allow himself to think of the alternative.

He quietly peered out from his shallow hiding spot, surveying the area for any of his competitors. Seeing that the coast was clear he bolted, moving swiftly through the jungle in search of water.

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“Charlie! Hey, Charlie!” Charlie turned, holding out the knife he had found in front of him. When the air horn had sounded Charlie had made a run for it like everyone else. He had spied a backpack lying near the trees and picked it up without stopping. As he was running he saw Tyler and Craig succumb to The Games. Tyler had lost it as soon as the horn sounded and tried ripping his suit off. The suit imploded, leaving nothing of Tyler behind but a sick puddle of blood and flesh, ribbons of white fabric mixed in. Craig had tripped and Ben had seized the moment. He came from behind and snapped his neck quickly, ending it before Craig had a chance to see him coming. Charlie had just kept running. His mind paralyzed to the carnage around him. They had been his friends, and he hadn’t even stopped for them. There was no time for guilt though, not here, not yet. As he turned he saw Alex standing in front of him, halfway hidden behind a nearby tree.

“Charlie, it’s me we’re still a team right?” Charlie let out a sigh of relief and dropped the hand holding the knife down to his side.

“Of course Alex. I’m just grateful it’s you. Did you see what happened to Craig and Tyler? Tyler. Alex he was our friend and I just kept running. I just kept running and now he’s dead. He’s dead and Craig’s dead and Ben KILLED him! He actually…”