THE FLAME TORCH #book 2 (Completed)

The Flame Torch: Chapter Twelve

My name is Alyssa Thomas, and I've lost all of my memories about myself. My friends and I have escape the Games called Capture The Flag but leaving some incredibly great friends behind. I have found out that we were being used for TV amusement by these TV host and who has created the Games of Capture The Flag. Watch out Elizabeth Winter because we're coming for you. We're now trapped in a total new Game. And we have to play because one of us is in infected. And if we don't play one of us would die. Now we're playing the Game called... The Flame Torch.

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We were now in a type of vehicle. It was bigger than the bus but it was not as big as a truck. But it was big enough to fit everyone inside.

"GUYS PULL OVER!"

John had slammed the brakes in the middle of the road as everyone jolted forward with a grunt and smashing their heads against the window, a person or the chair in front of them. John had turned around to face whoever had said that with an disgusted look.

But before he could even ask, Dylan had opened the car door as he violently shook and vomited on the grass next to the car. Grace had got out of the car to help Dylan. She rubbed his back in patterns as he continued.

Once he got back in the car he looked very pale, his eyes had bags underneath them, he was shaking violently. Once he sat down with Grace he instantly fell into her lap. Grace had looked down with a worried smile as she played with his hair.

"Is he okay?" Colton had asked in a concern type of tone. Grace shrugged as she looked down at him and sighed, worriedly.

"I-I don't know? His been telling me that he's been sick a bit lately." She stroked his cheek as he snoozed off. His soft snores could be heard even though they weren't very loud. His chest evaluated up and then down, slowly.

"What's his temperature?" Kaya had asked, as she stared down at the sleeping beauty aka Dylan. Grace got her hand on his forehead as she quickly got her hand off of him.

"His frickin' freezing!" She was trying to warm her fingertips with her breath and then she started to rub her hands together to gain warmth eagerly. But she looked down at him with a worried and confused look. She looked up at us. "But earlier he kept complaining that it was hot. But why would he think his hot when he's absolutely freezing?" She asked as we all shrugged.

"Good question Grace... But how and why is he..." Before Josh could continue on, he gave us all an worried expression like some bad happened. And with the look on his face something bad will come out of that mouth. "What if Dylan has The Flame Torch?" He asked as my eyes widen.

Dylan has a chance that he has The Flame Torch... Even though we don't know the symptoms of the disease. So what ever happens next, I bet it can't be to good or it's just around the corner.

"John drive NOW and step on it! Erick explain to John where the Safe Haven is!" I demanded as they nodded and they began what they were told to do. John had put his foot on the petal as he drove off.

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Dylan was getting worse by the second or even faster. He started to shake violently, sweat falling down his pale face, he was apparently freezing and he said that he was hot, we had to get him a bucket so we can get to the mountains on time. He was vomiting his poor guts out.

"Hey John? Do you know the symptoms of The Flame Torch disease?" Emma asked him as he shrugged.

"A little bit... Why?"

"Because we bloody want to know who has the bloody Flame Torch and what will bloody happen." Thomas explained to him. John nodded as a sigh was heard.