The Most Powerful (The Unchangeable)

Chapter 11 (A Tragic History)

"Guns is to be shot at one of the two. You are supposed to try to hit the replica," the instructions read.

"This is just a game to kill us off," I said, urgently grabbing for the gun. "I better do it. I'm the smartest of all of you." It seemed most had agreed as they trotted over to the machine. I am probably the smartest, but I mainly didn't want to die. The rest, damaged goods. They can take a bullet.

"You do realize that if any of the Chosen Animals die for good, you'll die too," both replicas of Thumper said at the same exact time. It was impossible to tell them apart.

"Well then, what the hell," I said, then shooting at one of them. A buzzer literally went off near the sign, indicating that I had shot the real Thumper instead of the clone. I hardly even started, yet I already had poor judgment.

I went to Thumper's sidekick, Spunky. I shot at one of the cats, as I waited for a buzzer to ring in my ears like a game of Jeopardy. Yet, nothing happened. Which meant, I shot the clone.

I went down the line, only killing clones, to my luck. Spunky, Bear, Piggy and Puma all survived my judgements. Once I got to Molly, I could almost tell that the real one would get shot down. I looked into the dog's most innocent eyes. I pulled the trigger, aiming in between the eyes. And sure enough, once the body dropped dead, the buzzer rang in my eardrums once again.

Up next was Bella. I also had a strange vibe when I aimed at one of the cat's heads. The petite body dropped, as the buzzer rang once again. I had already killed Thumper, Molly, and Bella. Now there was only one person left.

I slowly raised the gun to a Samantha's head. My hands shook as I put my finger on the trigger. If she dies, she won't come back. She's not like the rest. They have a chance to live even if we fail. She will only make it if we succeed. Which, with these clowns, we never would.

I flinched as the bullet flew from the gun, hitting Samantha in between the eyes. I stood silently, waiting for the buzzer, as Samantha's body hit the ground. Samantha's face lit up in sheer joy when the buzzer made no sound. I sighed in relief, trying not to make eye contact with Samantha.

As our group of heathens started to walk away from our battlefield, we each took a good glimpse back upon the three that were now deceased, and possibly forever deceased. Here lies Thumper, Molly, and Bella. May they rest in peace, I thought to myself bitterly. I couldn't help but to smirk at the irony of it. Even if it was depressing.

Trial five was the easiest. We were forced to dismantle a bomb before it blew up in our faces. Yet, I know my weapons. So I dismantled the bomb, saving all of the lucky bastards in my group.

But eventually, we had officially made it to trial six, the last trial. This one is considered to be the worst. Yet, unlike all the other trials, we couldn't run. This one, we would have to fight.

As though reading my mind, Samantha blurted, "Why do you always run?" She looked me in the eyes right before heading in to our next trial. At a time like this, she wants to question? "Not only physically.... every problem that you have ever had, you run from. Why do you always run?"

Samantha had seemed to finally grown some brains. But that wasn't necessarily a good thing when asking this very question. Yet, as though ignoring the other's presence, I answered her honestly.

"Because running's faster." I then lost eye contact, and walked into the next trial.

"Sam," Piggy called as I spun around. They were all staring at me helplessly, walking into a shield that they couldn't go through. Like an invisible barrier. But only to keep all of them out. Not even Samantha would go through. I was solo. Which must mean that in this trial, I was alone.