THE DEATH SENTENCE (Part One) #book 3 (Completed)

The Death Sentence: Chapter Six

My name is Alyssa Thomas and I'm an surviver of both Capture The Flag and The Flame Torch Winter Games. I have created The Games making my friends lives miserable and there memories taken from them. My memories came back to me, and I don't know how to feel? Myself, Tyler and Erick have escaped from Elizabeth Winter's grasp. And we have found my brother in Lighten City. And there is a high chance that I'll see my friends again; including Aris. And this time, this isn't a Game...this is an actual Death Sentence.

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This couldn't be happening! I-I thought he was dead? No way! I must be imagining it? Yes I obviously must? Winter must've put something in my head while I was asleep or when they in planted my memories back or something? Why? Because there is no way that he is still alive! I shook my head with disagreement. Anger and confusion had washed all over me. There was no way he could be my brother! He couldn't be my brother! He killed Blake!

"Alyssa? Is that you?" He asked me in a surprising soft tone. His soft forest green eyes had stated straight into my own orbs. I had stood still, I swore I can't move by how much this is. I tried taking deep breaths to try to remain calm. But how can you remain calm when he killed your best friends friend? Which is Will tried to kill me and Aris pushed him causing the bullet to head in Dylan's direction which ended up killing Blake instead.

"Y-y-y-you're my b-b-brother?" I asked him all of a sudden. I have said it in a confused statement as my eyes were still wide, I felt like I haven't even blinked yet.

Will had looked up at me confusingly as he nodded slowly. He had nodded slowly like he was trying to get me to understand him. My head is aching now by how hard I am thinking.

"You're alive?" I blurted all of sudden? He nodded again, slowly. My feelings went blank as my mind was pounding by how hard I was thinking as irrational thoughts washed through my mind.

There is no way he could be my brother. A: he tried to touch me. B: he hated me, especially when I accidentally spilt my soup on him. C: HE BLOODY KILLED BLAKE DAMNIT! Woah did I just used bloody? I think I've been hanging out with Thomas too much? But you understand what I mean aye? Probably not but...just bare with me.

I stared at Will as he gave me worried eyes. He kept poking his head out of the door way as he does it nervously and worriedly. Why did he keep doing that? Was something worrying him? Did he do anything wrong again?

"Yes yes...now please come in I don't want to disturb the neighbours." Will says nervously, as he pushes us all inside of his room. He pushes us aside as he locks up the door. But why did he lock up his door exactly?

I was still shocked that Will was alive and he was my brother. How could he still be alive? How is he my brother exactly? We don't even look a like! We don't even act similar, yet a lot of siblings don't act like each other but they have some similarities of behaviour. Me and Will...nope.

I looked at Will who was in his door looking scared. He calmed down as he walks over to us with an worried look. He places his hands on my arm which I didn't even realise.

"I think you need to sit down." Will says as me and the others sits down on this old lounge that he has. The lounge was a brown leather colour that could fit around three or two maybe, it was only a small lounge. It looked old and broken, like it would clasp any second. Tyler, Erick and myself say on the couch. Tyler on my left and Erick on my right; and I was in the middle.

Will walks out of my guess the lounge room. How do I know? Because of the lounge which is in the lounge room...huh? Never mind. He walks out with an dinning table chair. The chair was painted white as the paint looked old and was falling apart. I saw scraps of old brown wood on the chair with the old white paint. He placed the hair in front of me as he turned it around facing him as he sits down with his legs out of the chair top and he rested his arms in the chairs head.