Roomscapes I - survive

Chapter 17 ~ Wonders and sticky red liquid

 ** PARKER'S POV **

"What was that all about?" I ask as we walk to nowhere specific, "I mean... you know the love confession thing and all..." I don't know why I'm asking, but I still do, since I couldn't stand the extremely awkward silence when no one talked, "I don't know." Val said firmly, her tone emotionless. "Are you alright?" I ask, trying to understand this mood swing, "Yea, I'm fine, now let's get out of here before we drown in blood." she seems a bit..umm... harsh. She acted like nothing had happened yet completely different. Before I knew it, she was about five feet away from me, her head up and posture straight, holding on tight to her bow and feeling her knife in her belt pocket every two seconds, "We need to kill more people, get their discs and knives, we're running out of killing supplies and I have a feeling we're going to need quite a few..." I felt a shiver up my spine at the words, how manipulated and vicious they sounded. I thought how before anything serious had happened she was so funny and playful, always telling Adriana not to give up and smiling whenever she could to enlighten the mood, now she was holding on tight to her weapons, probably thinking of how to kill whoever happens to appear. I must've been crazy, but I didn't know how to feel about all this.

 ** CAMERON'S POV **

Shit. This is awful. I hate this. All of this. I want to kill myself and I don't even know why. I rolled my eyes as Jordyn tried to flirt with me. "I swear I was worried sick about you!" she says and giggles as she hugs my arm tightly. Ouch. I doubt she was actually worried about me, but I decided to let it go and forced a smile to my face. She was cute and all but I still couldn't get Val's disgusted face out of my head, she was mad. I knew it. And she wasn't going to hide and cry, she was going to get ready and come. Come and kill me. I didn't want her to kill me, I wanted to apologize and tell her that never in a million years would she expirience me hurting her...physically... I knew that I had already hurt her enough emotionally, and I felt sick at the thought. I am an idiot. I closed my eyes tightly for a second, hoping this would all come to an end, and I could go back home--wherever that was-- and live life like normal kids, I wished I could go back to the moment when Jordyn suggested I went out and killed Adriana and Kristen and Val, and voted against it instead of just remembering the first time I saw her and nodding without thinking. I knew if I wanted to get out of here I would have to kill her, but I didn't know if I wanted to kill her, I didn't know if I wanted to get out of here either if those were the conditions, I didn't know how to feel yet I couldn't block the feeling inside of me.... what is this!? What is wrong with me?!

 ** NICOLE'S POV **

"It's almost night," Caitlynn announced proudly, knowing I would ask how she knew, "Oh." I simply said, moving my hair from my face. "You wanna know how I knew, huh? Do ya? Do ya?" no matter how hard I've tried to tell her we were going to die a painful death, she still refused to not be happy about everything and so cheerful and informational all the time. "Fine, it doesn't matter if you want to know or not," she said, and I had noticed I had been ignoring her, oops. I was about to talk and apologize when she blurted, "I'll tell you anyway!" she clapped her hands, and started telling me how she knew it by touching and sensing the walls and all the puzzles and how she counted every minute, and blah blah. "Get it!?" she was excited, and I was clearly not, "I read it in a book, too... oh, and did you know I read Divergent!? And The Fault In Our Stars? And Vampire Academy!?" she started talking about how each book amazed her and how she felt happy while reading, like she was carried away to another world of fictional characters and romance. I, of course, ignored most of it until a loud noise made the room shake and I jumped, surprised and ready to attack. "I know what this is," Caitlynn said, her voice excited and calm, "Everyone passed," she announced, "We're moving on to the next phase...

  ** VALENTINA'S POV **

The blood started leaving the room, extremely quickly. After about five seconds, all the blood was gone, and the floors and walls were stained.  Yuck. What's happening? Just as the thought entered my head, water started falling from the roof, lots of it, and I gasped, begging for air. "Parker!" I screamed, terrified. " You know how to swim?" he simply asked, hiding his panicked side, "Yes." I answered truthfully as the water reached my knee level. "Parker... I'm scared, we're going to die, this room has no ways to escape it." I said and took a long, deep breath, knowing it would be one of my last. "We'll make it," he simply said, and we exchanged a worried look, "I promise." I hoped he was right. "Follow me." he said, and before I knew it, we were swimming, the room more than halfway filled with with water... not to mention it was pink, too, due to the previous blood rain. We went up for air, and I felt dizzy, only inches of fresh air left in the room. "It was nice to meet you," he said, and grinned, laughing a little, " I really don't think this is the best time to joke around." I roll my eyes anyway, a habit I have had since who knows when. "If you make it, tell Cameron he's a bitch." I say and smile, "I sure will." and we both laughed until the room was covered in pink water and after a few minutes I felt everything get blurry and my head spun dizzily... so this is what it felt like to drown... my lungs were aching and my nostrils were strugling and stinging. And to my surprise, everything turned dark, and I said goodbye to the world before closing my eyes for one last time. 

I opened my eyes and was shocked to see that I could breathe and was no longer struggling to find air. I blinked a few times before starting to think properly.  I must be in heaven? Where am I? Am I dead? I am probably dead. I was proved wrong when I took a deep breath and sat up, bringing into sight a lightly lit room, somehow different from the others. I stood up and soon realized I was soaked. That's great. I was cold, and I was just beginning to realize how cold it was in here. Fudge. It was cold. I started to cough and my head buzzed and I fell to the ground, breathing heavily. Was I sick? Oh no, please don't tell me I was sick. All of a sudden everything stopped, the cold, the buzzing, the coughing. I was conscious enough to realize Parker wasn't here. It was just me. I got up and started to inspect the room. It was small, with nothing inside of it at all. Like nothing. It was just a floor, walls, and a roof. That's it. Everything was black. I wasn't so surprised at the fact. I waited there for a while, putting my wet hair into a messy bun. I rubbed my cheeks and waited for something to happen. And then a fog started to fill the room, and I panicked. The room, I'll say once again, was small. And with the fog starting to fill it up, it wouldn't take long before my lungs tasted the odd smell. I hesitated, but then realized I had nothing to lose, so I took a long, big breath and let the weird gas enter my nostrils and fill my lungs. The second I exhaled, everything was black, and I fell to the ground, once again seeing the dead competitors' emotionless expressions before losing every bit of consciousness I had left in me and closing my eyes...