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F I V E
Yeri gulped as Joy threatened the girls. She dropped the shovels she had been holding, and walked to stand beside Joy, signalling her defeat. Wendy too just gave up and stood beside the other two. Irene having no option, admitted defeat and sat down along with the girls.
"Sad, huh?" Joy said, as she sat down. "We've gone crazy."
Irene scoffed, "I've always been crazy; psychotic even." She smiled at Joy, mockingly. "But you? You're the most horrendously crazy bitch I've seen."
Joy clenched her fists as Yeri looked at Joy and signalled her not to get angry. Joy looked away and sighed, before glaring at Irene. "Gun. Out. Now."
Irene smiled before placing the gun beside the flower planted above Seulgi's body. Then the four girls held out their fists.
On the first try, all four of them displayed 'rock'. Their hearts felt as if they were about to burst. On the second try, Yeri displayed the 'rock', while the rest had 'scissors' out, saving Yeri. She almost yelped.
The rest of the girls had been sweating out of nervousness, even if the weather was extremely cold. The ground was so cold, but their legs were heated up from the nervousness. "Rock, paper, scissors." Wendy said as she displayed 'scissors', along with Irene. It was Joy who displayed 'paper', and that determined her to be the next victim.
Wendy looked at Joy, with a open mouth, "Joy... We--We can s-stop." She said, but Joy disagreed.
Joy looked at Irene, and took the gun. She handed to Irene right away. "Kill me."
Yeri clutched Joy's upper arm, desperately looking into her best friend's eyes. "Joy. Don't do this. Please." Tears fell out of her eyes; she couldn't see her best friend dying. She had seen how Wendy looked when she killed her own best friend with her own hands. She couldn't see Joy killing herself, let alone someone else kill Joy.
Joy interwined her fingers with Yeri's, "It's alright, Yeri. I love you, okay?" She gave her a last smile before giving the gun over to Irene who looked at her with a shocked face. Yeri started crying and Wendy hugged her and the two girls closed their eyes.
Irene couldn't shoot Joy. No, she needed to stop it. "Joy," She whispered, when Joy came closer, "Please, let's stop now." But Joy wouldn't. She held Irene's hand and the two clutched the gun together. Irene's finger held the trigger alright, but she wouldn't pull it. She knew Joy would die.
"Joy! I won't do it." Irene said firmly, but Joy just smiled, before her finger overlapped Irene's on the trigger. The two girl's still didn't dare to look. "Joy," Irene exhasperated. "Joy, please! Joy, Joy, JOY!" She shouted but Joy had pulled the trigger. Wendy gasped as she smelt the gun powder and Yeri opened her eyes and would have almost screamed if Wendy hadn't held it back.
