The Devil's Playground

Chapter 2: Choices

A loud beeping sound woke me up. I opened my eyes and shot up to my feet ready to defend myself if something was happening, at the other side of the room was the huge metal door that was locked previously. A green light was showing, symbolising that it was unlocked and I could continue with my escape. When I opened the door I was greeted with a terrible smell, there was another message of blood, it said "Will you kill to survive?" All of a sudden distant screams could be heard further down the hallway "help, help me, please. HELP ME!!" There was someone else in here apart from me? I immediately rushed down to the next metal door, I came to a stop and thought to myself. What if this person is faking it? What if this person could help me? What if this person could kill me? I cautiously opened the door.

My eyes immediately caught eyes of what looked a body, beaten, bloodied and bruised. The body turned over to reveal his face to me, I recognised him immediately. All of a sudden rage and hatred filled my body, this guys name was Steven Melia. How did I recognise him? All my life through primary school and high school this son of a bitch made my life a misery, he broke me inside and made me want to kill myself. And now he was laying in front of me, legs broken and begging me to help him.

"Well well well. What a turn of events, you have reached the second task and found the one who almost drove yourself to meet your own demise. On the table to your left you will find a gun and one bullet, you know what to do, you have 10 minutes, have fun. Time to play." Kill the one who drove me to deep, dark, depression and made me want to kill myself, all through my school life. I walked over to the table, picked up the gun and loaded it with the bullet, I stood over Steven's mangled and broken body. The sight of him was an exact image of how I felt on the inside back in my school. "Please Adam, don't do this. I'm sorry for what I did, think about this." I gave Steven a devilish smirk and without a second thought...I pulled the trigger.

I dropped the gun and fell to the floor and spew out vomit. I felt sick, I didn't know what came over me, All the anger and rage left my body and it filled with fear and shock. My mind began to race with the thoughts of Steven bullying me and the thoughts began to hurt me on the inside the more they appeared. All of a sudden I heard a gunshot and the thoughts dissapeared. Through all of that moment, I felt possessed by something evil, I continued into the next room. It was another safe room with all of the same items in it as before. "So. How did it feel to become the devil and play with your victim before you damned him to the pits of hell. You must wait until the next day to continue, I believe the news is on TV right now. Wouldn't want to miss it." I followed everything he said and sat on the rugged and cold mattress.

"Unfortunately...The police have called off their search for Adam Cooke as they believe that the 18 year old is dead. After a 24 hour search, they could not find anything and had no trace of how to find him. All that we can say is...Rest In Peace Adam Cooke". I could not believe what I just heard, I'm.....Dead, now I had to escape and show everyone that I am alive. Nothing was going to stop me, I prepared to go to sleep and forget about the feeling of being dead and killing Steven. I wonder what awaits me in the next layer of hell.