The Killing Games

EP4: The Last Gladiator

Wades POV

"God, I have a headache..."

I whispered to myself, watching all the nonsense that just took place. There is so much stuff going on at this point. Shawn is at the couch rocking back and fourth, a finger gone. Everyone is running around the house panicking and hollering. Claire wants to attack the twins, and Justine is attacking all the walls..

"Are you good?" I asked a pacing Claire as I opened the door to one of the bedrooms she was placed in. She was fanning herself with both hands. Jenna at the bed behind her giving her company to calm down. "I am perfectly fine." Claire replied. Obviously she was still angered.

After I checked on Claire, I went back to Shawn. I needed to make sure everyone on the Red team was fine, and level headed.I seemed like the only sane person out of the entire house. I believe that I should take on the 'Leader role' based on everyone's actions..

Everything got out of control after this ''Team challenge''. We all are shocked that Shawn and Nikki have to try to kill each other. Just visioning it is insane. Its quite hard to imagine...

I walked into the bedroom where Shawn was moved to. I was surprised to see London casually sitting at the edge of the bed next to Shawn.

I glanced over at Shawn's injured right hand, and my shirt was removed and replaced with a thick gauze bandage. London's hazel eyes pierced through me like nails as I walked through.

"You did this?" I asked her while looking at his hand. "Yeah babe, I did.." London replied furrowing her thick arched eyebrows in defense."I'm not a total raging b*tch.." She stated. The bandage perfectly wrapped.

"I worked in nursing for awhile.." London added flipping her long curly hair to her spine.

In a way I respected that. She didn't have to wrap Shawn's hand or help him. Maybe what Claire said got to her? London stood up and began strutting out the room.

"How are you feeling?" I asked a quiet depressed seeming Shawn. He looked beat down and tired. He slowly shook his head at my question. Visually not really wanting to answer.

"Can you pass me that?'" Shawn asked, pointing over to a drink with his good hand. "I cant move this hand at all, and it really hurts when I do.." He explained looking down at the wrapped right hand.I slipped the drink in his left hand and he began drinking.

"This just got real.." I felt the words blurt out to Shawn. He gazed up at me his eyes red and low. "Your gonna be versing Nikki..." I also added.

I watched the door from the corners of my eyes and began.. "Even though your incredibly hurt.." I paused.." I am betting all my money on you.." The words crept out my mouth as I told him. The words sounding so weird and inappropriate out loud.

From what I noticed Nikki had no back-bone. She stood there the whole time at the team challenge. It is quite sad if you ask me. You have a chance to fight for your life and stay out of this "Verses" mode, yet you didn't try.

Nikki was weak to me.

"Thanks..I guess?" Shawn replied to my advice. I just wanted him to feel a little better. He still had a shot to survive. Hope for A fighting chance.

If Shawn were to lose that would be less people on my team, and a advantage for the Blue team. I didn't want to lose at this game. I want to survive...

Justine's POV

All kinds of things ran in the back of my head. I was feeling confused and frustrated. In the backyard outside of the house Adam and I, called for a 'Blue team meeting'.