Sons of Liberty University | Hamilton College AU

Chapter 34 - Wanna Play a Game?

Alex

"Pstt!"

John and I groggily opened our eyes and sat up in bed, looking at each other confusedly.

"Guys! Wake up!"

We both reluctantly got out of bed. John answered the door.

A pretty girl with long blonde hair that I recognized as Elizabeth Blackwell (really fiery temper, can and will fight you if you make fun of her fancy pants medical degree, once punched Thomas Jefferson in the face for it) was bouncing up and down excitedly in a grey tank top and yellow pajama pants. She looked absolutely ecstatic to be waking us up at three in the morning.

"Lizzie, why are you here?" John groaned.

"Murder," she said in a really creepy voice. "It's starting tomorrow. Just thought I should give you guys a head's up, and, do you want to play?"

John slowly put his arm in front of me, looking very concerned. "I'm sorry?"

She giggled. God, this girl just got ten times creepier. "Silly Johnny!" she laughed, then booped him on the nose. It was my turn to put my arm up in front of him. "Murder is a game Columbia and SoLU (Sons of Liberty University) play twice a year together. Everyone who wants to play gets a plastic knife shoved under their door at midnight on Monday with someone's name on it. Your job is to find and 'kill' that person for the next week. If you succeed, you get that person's knife, and so on and so forth until there is one lone survivor. You can't kill someone in the dining room, their room, or in a classroom while that classroom is occupied until the last day. Or if they're naked." She giggled madly again at that. "I'm on the planning committee for Murder, I always am, but I don't know the grand prize. I'm pretty sure it's a bottle of Vodka, though."

We relaxed.

"It sounds actually kind of cool," John said. "And funny. I mean, it doesn't sound that bad--"

"You're wrong."

We jumped (except for Lizzie because at this point she was the embodiment of fear) at the voice. Another figure kinda just walked out of the shadows.

It was Angelica.

"Murder is terrifying. Normally it's played near Halloween, but with what happened with you," she said, then looked at me. "We figured it would be better to do it a few weeks later to help you move on from the stress. But Murder gets super intense as the week goes on. Some floors will unscrew most of their lights to make it harder to find the right person. Some people will walk around in nothing but a towel so that if and when a person comes at them, they can drop it and be immune. I know from experience how damaging it is." She shuddered. "I will never look at Thomas Paine the same way again, that's for sure."

John and I looked at each other.

"Well, do you boys want to play?" Lizzie asked innocently.

John shrugged. "Sure. Why the hell not?" He looked to me. "Babe?"

I needed to get out of the house, didn't I?

"Sure."