The Unfortunates

The Arrival

It felt as if the days passed as fast as the blink of an eye until the day has finally come.

We took a plane to reach what is so called “The Fantasy Island” that I previously told you about, it was our destined location, once we’ve reached there, we went to the building were all of the magic happened, we climbed the stairs showing our newest staff a guide to how we run things, my legs got sore and I struggled to catch my breath as we continued walking, I tried to distract myself by drowning into my own thoughts that are filled of what is so called self-consciousness, but I failed miserably. We had to climb another twenty flights of stairs while I wondered, what am I going to do with my life with something that I have no escape from or at least that’s what I thought , but now, looking  back, I could’ve escaped from that place and I should’ve done that.  We finally arrived our wanted place, and in that year, it was designed to be grand so it can give the atmosphere of the life of luxury. On each year they had a different theme, and at that year, it was Royalty.

On the next day, our victims have arrived, at that day we were going to have our Arrival Celebration, we were arranged to stand next to each other in no specific order. I stood between James Thomson and Emily Hudson who looked liked an angel in her white dress and rosy apple cheeks, but how ironic, an angel that kills.

 Not everyone in the company attended the celebration, but enough did to make the room look full of people, we set in the corners a couple of cameras to make it look as if we were shooting the first episode of our reality show. And at that year, I was going to be the one to read the welcoming speech and to call the competitors’ names.

“Welcome,” I said as the cheers grew louder and louder. “Welcome to the 20th Supervivencia Games. Welcome to the day where we honor the philosophy of our ancestors, which tells us that those who can best manage change will survive and no other.”  I squeeze my fingers as hard as I can, trying so hard not to show my pain and sorrow that I feel and didn’t know why I felt it.

“Our competitors are at the age of teen, for some of you they may sound young, but let’s face it’s not like they’re going to die, aren’t they?” That was a lie, they were going to die and no one even would care about them, the pain in my heart increased and I felt that I’m in hell with all of the heat my body had, everyone fake laughed, except for the competitors , who of course thought that it was a real joke.

 “They stand on the precipice of adulthood.” I tried to sound as if my voice was solemn and gave equal weight to each word, but I failed miserably. “Decades ago our ancestors came to a conclusion that not the strongest or the most intelligent who will survive but those who can best integrate with different conditions”.

My eyes shift to the center of the room and then I start to look at everyone and everything around me. What do I believe in? I do not know; I do not know; I do not know is all what I had for an answer. “Therefore, we present to you The Games to let them become successful, rich and famous in a set of competitions held every day that will experiment their capability of surviving in different challenges each and every day”.

My legs go numb and I feel a lump in my throat, “and remember only a kind hearted person can reach the highest level of success” but who am I to speak, I was never kind hearted not in twenty two years, and for sure not for the rest of my life, I continued, “as for now, we shall celebrate the start of the newest season of The Games.” A round of applause started as I finished my speech. It sounded muffled. I tried to stand completely still, because if my legs were stuck to the ground and my body was stiff, I won’t shake.

 I read the first names, but I can’t tell one name from the other. One by one, each teenager smiles and the crowd cheers each and every single one of them, and I wonder until this day, how can someone be this good at lying and faking emotions and acts?

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If you asked me about that day, and what I would remember about it, I would probably answer you saying their faces and the aura that shined from their souls. It all started with Cher’s face when she was speaking to a couple of people in the celebration, the movement of her hair which was a rich shade of mahogany, flowed in waves to adorn her glowing, porcelain-like skin. Her eyes, framed by long lashes, were a bright, emerald-green and seemed to brighten the world. A straight nose, full lips - she seemed the picture of perfection, and by the way she talked, you can tell that she was so happy that she could not believe that this was actually happening.

As I walked towards the balcony, I met on my way Alexandre, his eyes were sensuous and radiant like pure diamond with a hint of sky blue, which captures every nerve of the mind of any person that sees them, there was just a unique beauty about him, that it could not be rightly justified with words. For the first time through our observation, he smiled, and his smile melted the hearts of however saw it.

When I walked back in to the room, I heard a loud yet an amazing laugh, and as I expected, it was him, Edward Rodriguez, standing like an idiot, a very charming idiot if I may say, his slightly tanned skin blended perfectly with his sandy blond hair. Loose strands of hair perfectly framed his oval shaped head. Wide green eyes brought out his natural beauty, and couldn't help but force you to stare. His thick light eyebrows showed content, but friendly at the same time. He was truly what people would describe as prince charming.

I turned around to see the twins, and the look on their faces just caused more pain in my heart, they were wearing the golden and the red dresses that we gave them earlier before the celebration, and it sure made them look like angels that fell from heaven, Kathy’s flawless olive skin accentuated her pecan shaped hazel eyes with long curly locks of dark brown hair hung loose down her back , grazing her tailbone it was something that sure made you look and wonder, how can a piece of art be an actual person, Emily with her short wavy hair flattering her glittering eyes that could even lighten the darkest night, while she was speaking and laughing, this is how I imagined they looked like in one of her parent’s parties before everything happened.

While I was walking towards one of the executives, I saw Daniel with his cheeks chiseled like a finely carved Michelangelo which added to his dark brown eyes a sense of mystery, pieces of his ebony dark hair fell across his face giving an accent, his face had nothing to do with misery as they called him, if you were in my place and if you saw him at that moment, you would’ve broke down to the thought that you were going to kill him, “how could I?” Would be the words that you say.

The rest of the night was filled with laughter, music, dancing and caviar, but once the celebration was done, we knew what was going to happen next, sly slow events of misfortune, an entertainment in our eyes though.

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