Ethan
"Ethan, what the hell did you just get us into?" Grayson raises his voice.
"I don't know, Gray. But if it's the only way to get out of here then we have to do it." I say.
"We have three hours to solve this psycho's puzzles or we die." Gray says. "I'm calling the police." He whips out his phone from his back pocket and dials 9-1-1. "What the hell?" He gasps and takes the phone from his ear.
"What is it?" I ask.
"There's a 'no service' signal but I have five dots."
"Oh, did I forget to mention that your phone signals are being jammed so you can't call for help? Sorry." The psycho says through the speakers.
"Shit!" Grayson yells and chucks his phone at the ground. It surprisingly doesn't shatter.
"The clock is ticking, boys. Better find that key quick!" The speakers click off.
"Gray, come on. We need to do this if we're gonna get out of here." I say to my brother.
"Fine. Let's just find the damn key."
"Okay, where in this part of the warehouse could someone hide a key?" I ask.
"Oh, I don't know, everywhere!"
"Gray, calm down. We're both on edge right now but we need to focus."
"Okay, okay. Let's split up and look around." Gray says in a much calmer tone.
"Good idea."
Grayson and I walk away from each other and go to opposite side of the warehouse. We search everywhere for the next, maybe, twenty minutes, but we find nothing.
"There's one place we haven't checked." I say and look to my right.
Grayson follows my gaze. "The foam pit." He says.
"It has to be in there. It's the only place it could be in." I say and we walk to the ladder.
We both climb into the foam pit and start feeling around at the bottom.
"Anything?" Grayson asks.
"Not yet." I answer but then my hand brushes against something cold and metallic feeling. "Wait a minute. I think I found something." I grab the object and bring it up. It's the key. "Yes!"
"Very good, Ethan." That dreaded voice says through the speakers. "That key will break upon use, so choose which room to enter wisely." The psycho's voice disappears.
"Only one room? Which one do we choose?" I ask. "There's the editing room, the kitchen, the bathroom, and they're all booby trapped."
"I say we go for the kitchen." Gray answers.
"I agree. We need to be prepared for whatever his psycho throws at us."
"Expect the unexpected, got it."
We climb the ladder that goes from the foam pit to the upper deck above the editing room. I test the knob to see if it will turn but it's locked. I insert the key and turn it. The door unlocks and like the psycho said, the key breaks.
Grayson and I walk down the steps and into the kitchen. Four sets of dual pistols sit on the table in the middle of the room. We walk over to the guns.
"You have made it to your first challenge, Dolan Twins. Before you sit four pairs of identical pistols- two Glocks, two Berettas, two 9 millimeters, and two revolvers. All of these guns contain blank ammo cartridges except for one. Find that pistol and you win this challenge, but there's a catch. You must shoot each of the guns at each other and hope you picked the right one. If not, one of you will die. And each pistol is equipped with a laser sight, so there's no way to trick me into thinking you missed. Also, you must aim at each others' head or heart. Now, begin!" The psycho's voice booms over the speakers.
"Okay, Grayson. Pick a set." I say.
"No! What if I shoot you?" He asks.
"We both have an equal chance of killing each other. We'll both be just as guilty."
"Fine. The Berettas." He takes a Beretta in hand and I take the other in mine.
We stand at opposite ends of the room and line up our laser sights with each other's chests.
"3...2...1!" We countdown in unison and pull the triggers. Flashes come from the barrels but neither me nor Grayson go down. We both breathe a sigh of relief.
"One down. Three to go, boys." The voice says.
Gray and I put the guns back on the table and pick up the Glocks. We take the same stances at our ends of the room and fire. More blanks.
"Down to two, boys. Fifty-fifty chance of killing each other." This psycho's voice is gonna haunt my dreams.
"What do you wanna do, E?" Grayson asks.
My eyes go back and forth from the revolvers to the 9 millimeters. Finally, I just grab one of the revolvers. Grayson takes the other.
"You sure about this, bro?" He asks.
"I'd be lying if I said I wasn't scared shitless." I answer.
"Me too." Grayson says. "I love you, Ethan."
"Love you too, Grayson."
We pull the triggers.
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You're Not Alone// A Dolan Twins Thriller
Mystery / Thriller"We'll play your game." Ethan says. "What do we have to do?" "As of right now, you both are trapped in this one area of the warehouse with all other rooms being locked. But if you find the key that hidden in this room, then you may open one door but...
