Death Choice

Paul Summer

*few months earlier*

The waiting room in Genesis Broadcast System's building was nearly empty. The production manager, Don Cingolani, was sitting in his office, finishing with his paperwork. Only one interview left before he could go home. He looked at his computer screen, a little kid smiled from the computer screen. In few minutes he will be at home for her. He opened the resume file of the last interviewee. "Mr. Summer?"

A young man, around the age of 24, came in the office. Brown hair, black eyes, around 5'6'' height. A very average guy. Perfect for the job.

"So, Paul, you are here for the Death Choice job, right?"

"Yes. Sir."

"Ok, first let me tell you a little about this job. Death Choice is a new reality show. I can't tell you a lot about it, but the competitors are very known people. Your job is to take care of everything they need behind the scenes. That means water, room service, even massage if they ask so. Everything they want, you are their man, ok?

"Ok."

"Now, you can't be annoying, bothersome or any sort of harassing, so you can't be all fanboy, can you do that?"

"Yes sir, I've been a staff guy in many movies and theaters, since I'm 16 I'm running on sets with glasses of water, it's all in my resume."

"Great, I don't need anything else. You are almost the only one to apply for this job. We start filming on March, I'll email you the location. Be there.

"Thank you so much, is a great opportunity"

"By the way" Don said "don't bring your phone, it's not safe, we will give you an encrypted device."

Paul Summer stood up and shook his hand. "Thank you sir" he said and walked out. Don looked at the screen one last time. "Soon baby" he whispered "soon, my love."

*present day*

Paul POV

I stood in a white room, filling glasses of water. I've been here for like 7 days and this job is fantastic! I feel like in heaven. The girls are nice, every single one of them. It's like a heaven-ish version of high school. I know some of them since I worked on "modern family" set and I got to know the others as well.

"Hey Paul!" I heard someone call me, Ariel Winter and Sarah Hyland raised their hand. I stood next to her sofa, bowed and in a butler's ton asked "what do you need mam?"

"Oh, cut all the formality" Ariel said

"I'm sorry mam, it's my job. I have to do what you ask me to"

"Ok, so I ask you formally to stop being formal and hug me like an old friend."

See what I mean? Heaven.

"So... who do you think won on Sunday?" Sarah asked.

"I don't know, I hope Brizzy" I smiled a little "she was so nice to me, she deserve to win."

"I hope it will be Laina" Ariel said. "Anna doesn't behave like she have that many fans"

"But that's why I like her!" Sarah said loudly "her modesty and her happiness, you can't not like that woman!"

Ariel was about to say something, but then a worried look took control on her face. Her eyes were pointing the door, I looked back and saw Laina walking in with a scared, shocked, frozen face. Her hands were shaking and her lips were trying to mumble something. I grabbed a cup of water and rushed to her as two girls seated her on one of the sofas. She sipped and started to talk, telling us that Anna was killed. I froze, Anna was the nicest of the girls. she didn't believe anyone would cast her, she didn't took herself as a celebrity. Every time I gave her something she thanked me in the greatest gratitude. Sometimes she even gave me a hug. No one in the last 6 years treated me like that. I wanted to ask her if she was sure, but before I could say anything the walls became black and a lot of big men with huge suits and helmets to hide their face came in the room. Two big man grabbed each girl. "Sarah! Ariel!" I yelled, and ran after the big men. They took them to a big elevator and shut the door before I could get there. I ran to the staff rooms and yelled "help me! Someone took the girls!"

"Yeah, yeah, we know. Come and watch with us!" They told me. On the TV, Emma Watson and Jennifer Lawrence were chained toa a wall, struggling as the charts fill up. Emma's Chart was full after few seconds and a huge blade came out of the wall piercing Emma's stomach. She screamed a painful, shivering chilling scream. "NOOOO" Jennifer cried and powerlessly fell until the chains stopped her. I watched the other guys rolling on the floor, laughing at Emma drowning in her own blood, dying slowly and painfully. Suddenly I felt a hand hitting my shoulder "put your helmet Summer, you are on the first night shift"

My name is Paul Summer, and I work in hell.