Death Choice

Hope

It's been 10 days since Anna was murdered and changed our life forever. The pile of bodies just gets bigger. Emma was the second, and every 3.5 days another girl was killed on TV, so the entire planet will watch.
The methods got more complicated every kill. After the blade slithered the innocent Emma Watson like an apple we thought it couldn't be worse, but we were wrong of course. The third match was on Saturday between Lilly Singh and Zoe Sugg. They just stood there on a little platform with ropes around their necks, and the platform started losing height like an elevator. And when Zoe's platform reached just low enough, the rope tightened and hold her between the sky and ground, chocking slowly, horrifyingly, until no life energy left inside her. We expected to see tears on Lilly's face, on our faces. But the cheeks remained dry. There was no tears left, no power in our soul to cry for something wrong. We all knew something needs to be done, but no one had the courage to go against something so powerful. We just voted, hoping that today our idol, friend, won't die.

More names were published every day. Billie Piper and Karen Gillan were the next, and the list included names such as Katie Cassidy, Ariel Winter and Chloë Grace Moretz. Big stars, names in our culture, our world, soon will be written on gravestones and monuments. The next episode is planned for tomorrow, we need to do something, but we can't get out of our couch.

I was sitting in my friend's house on Wednesday morning, every time someone died everyone who could went to the funeral to comfort her family, maybe as a way of apologizing about their part in the kill. But only the real friends remained in the house until the next episode aired, and back again. A little tradition created from the horror.

We sat in Zoe's house, Joe couldn't talk, I can relate to that, few first class youtubers brought up memories, others sat and listen and I, together with few others, just watched on TV how the streets becoming red.
"This is CNN news with a special report about an explosion in Toronto, Canada. It... seems like it is the born house of Lilly Singh, the youtuber who survived this night. We have no verified reports about casualties but the pictures are very disturbing."
The world is going wild and there is no way of stopping it. I needed some water, I stood up and progressed towards the kitchen. I heard talking, I stood by the door and listened.

The person in the kitchen's POV

"Don't talk to me like I'm a third grader, Bruce, you know I'm much smarter than that!"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Stuart. But my people are not knights, we do not intend to save some damsels in distress and we surely don't have the time for that!

"I don't need time, I need soldiers! Every day that past another girls might die, and you say you have more important things to do? Like what, bombing another dunes in the deserts? After all the things I..."

"We appreciate the help, sir. But the US army have no time to spend for some heroic acts, I might have the same name, but I am not Batman."

"Don't expect any more of my gadgets, Bruce. Good luck saving the pyramids."

"Mr. Stuart, wa-"

I threw the phone into the hot water, watching it dying, that's what people do these days, am I right? Watching people die, for fun. Since the first one died I'm trying to get someone to help me with the mission. But no one is creative enough. The army these days is all about protocols and rules, like robots, waiting for the next mission. What good will that give me? I need someone creative, that's what my inventions are for, creativity. All I need is few soldiers who are bit smarter than a stup-

"I think I can help you sir" a young man opened the door. Did I talk out loud again? I really need to stop doing that. "I'm sorry, stranger, but I really don't think you can. This is a dangerous business and you never killed a guy according to your eyes."

"Look, they killed my best friend, and I have another friends missing. I can't let Anna die for nothing or any other die at all. You said you need creative people, we are the most creative you can get."

I looked at him, he didn't look scared at all, and his eyes had a fire I can't explain. "You've got courage kid, I'll give you that." I told him. "You're right, I do need soldiers. Only you is not enough, but I think I have an idea. Do you have any actor friends?"

"Not me personally, no. but I do know someone who works on CW productions"

"Good, that's what I need, get me Stephan Amell, we are going to get your friends back home."

I shook his hand, his eyes filled with hope, and for the first time in those crazy weeks, I saw a smile. We stood in silent as a blond woman ran into the kitchen with a phone "James, you need to see this."

*meanwhile, in Death Choice prison*

Paul's POV

I stood in the black room with the survivors. I needed to make sure they don't hurt themselves or any of my colleges hurt them. It's been 7 days since my life became hell. Well, 10 if you count the day I didn't know a thing. The other guys trusted me, even though I wasn't cruel to the girls like them. Maybe being the only sane man in a place can get you friends. The actresses was strong, but the YouTube girls couldn't stop crying. I went to the water bar to get some water and when I wasn't looking, Lilly sent her hand to behind her soak and pulled out a knife, she stood up and started approaching me. I turned around and saw her just in time to stop her from stabbing me. The other guys aimed their guns "DON'T SHOOT!" I yelled. "DON'T YOU DARE TO SHOOT!" I looked into her black eyes, she opened her hand slowly and the knife dropped to the ground, my arms embraced her body slowly, making a hug. My shoulder became wet from the tears, but I didn't care, I wish I could cry.

I hugged her for five minute, until she fell asleep. I stepped outside of the room and another guy came in to replace me. I walked into the dining room. Few guys sat there gathered, giggling from time to time, Jake from the tech department saw me. "Hey, Paul! Come and watch with us." The phone screen was almost dark, a little flashlight pointed on a girl that looked familiar, but the video quality was too poor to identify. Two guys giggled on the speaker, and another one talked. His voice was cruel, like a mean smile was scattered on his face.

"Bark for us, Red. Bark for us!" he said, followed by a small, weak cry "n...no pl...please"
an electric Taser sounded from the speaker, followed by a strong, eerie scream and few giggles,
"Come on, you red hair bastard, BARK!"

Few, tiny, scared barks came out, everyone clapped. I came near Jake's hear and whispered "when is this video from?"
"Just now!" he whispered back. "This is a live stream from Facebook."

There aren't many things that can surprise me these days, but it was hard to believe.

Anna is somehow alive, and she is suffering.

AN

i know this story is short and maybe bad, it is my first one after all, but i will finish this book, and it just gets more crazy and a little bit Sci-Fi. i'll upload much less now since the jewish high days are coming, see you soon!