Flickering Lights 1-2 #Wattys2014

The Survivor

When I entered the room I was still with shock. This room was not like the other rooms. It was much more different. There were no desks like the classroom. Or tables like the resteraunt. Instead, there was nothingness. It was just a circular room dimly lit. Completely bare. That was apart from the one knife positioned in the centre of the floor. I looked at Mathew. He was looking at the knife too. We both knew what it meant.

Suddenly the old fashioned microphone lowered from ceiling. I hated that microphone. It was only bad news. It spoke in that same sinister voice

"So theres only two of you now? Where did the rest of you go? Oh yeah. I remember. Theyre DEAD. Ahahaha. Well this room is called Live or Die because well you live or die. This room is also different to the others. In this particular room, the lights will not be going out at a random time. You will have a minute to decide who lives or dies. And if you have not chosen by the minute, you will both die. Have fun!!" It laughed a sinister laugh as the microphone lowered back up into the cracked ceiling.

I didn't even notice that the door had shut behind me. There was no way out now. Suddenly another voice started speaking. But it wasn't the same one I had just listened to. It was even darker. It was counting down. I looked at Mathew in panick.

"60, 59, 58, 57"

Neither of us moved for a while. We didn't know what to do. The voice continued counting.

"53, 52, 51"

What Mathew did next shocked me. Completely. It was so fast. He ran over to me and pressed his lips against mine. They were warm and tender. It wasn't long before we were wrapped in eachothers arms. I had seen Mathew as a friend throughout this. I guess I hadn't realised up until now. But I guess it was because he stuck up for me. It' funny how quickly things can happen. Death. Love.

"39, 38, 37, 36"

But it was all over to quickly and I was brought out of my one happy moment I had, had here and into the real world. The clock continued counting.

"32, 31, 30, 29"

I looked at Mathew. Well I looked where I thought he was anyway. He had moved to the middle of the room and picked up the knife. I didn't know what to think at first. But then as he came closer, I realised. He was going to kill me. But I wasn't scared. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

"27, 26, 25, 24"

Death didn't come. At least not for me anyway. What he did next surprised me more than the kiss. He tilted his head back and took something out from his back pocket. It was the vile. It was Vanessas. Half empty because of my ankle. He took off the lid and threw it away. In a second he poured all the liquid down his throat. I realised what he was going to do now. I ran over to him to try and stop him. But it was too late.

"17, 16, 15, 14"

He had already plunged the knife into his stomache. He instantly dropped to the floor. "Goodbye Julie" Were his last words. And then his eyes closed and he fell backwards.

"10, 9, 8, 7"

It was the worst sight I had ever seen in my life. It was worse than all the other deaths. I opened my mouth to say something but nothing came out. And then the tears started rolling.

"3, 2, 1, 0" Suddenly the lights flickered out. Darkness. That was all I remember after that. Except from a sharp sting in my back. Then I woke up at home. Well what I thought was home. It was a hotel. I'm guessing I was knocked out with a tranquilizer. And thats it. I was the survivor.