The Killing Games

EP10: Tug- O'War

Jenna's POV

"Please don't think about this to much" Said Claire. "How can I not? I'm going to be forced to try and kill you in a few days.." I blurted out to Claire.

Two days ago, we were scored the lowest when we had failed the 'Hangmen' challenge.  I was upset.  I didn't want to hurt Claire.  She was like my sister, and she's been here helping me since day one.

"This is unbelievable." I mumbled.
Claire sighed and lowered her head as we were alone in the room. "Jenna.. If we have to do this,  let's just get this over with.  No hard feelings or nothing personal.  Your my best friend,  but I will be damned if you DONT fight your hardest against me. "

I gasped at her words, not knowing how to respond. "Don't hold back Jenna. That day we go into Judgement, you give it your all... Because I know I will". With that said, Claire exited the room quietly.

Codys POV

London finally was talking, but it was only few words and mostly head nods, and shakes.  The house was now beginning to slim down.It grew more quiet and depressing in the resort home. Everything was unreal now. Shawn,  Adam, And Paris are dead. Only more deaths would be arising. There was only seven of us still alive, and soon the number will be six. 

Justine wasn't himself as well. He was always mumbling to himself,  pacing around, and writing in his journal. He was indeed a reck."I'm fine.. " London blankly said, whenever I asked if she was OK.  I just wanted us both to get out of here together.  That was my only wish.

"Guys! " Nikki called, through the house.  London and I, joined everyone to see hooded grim reapers at the door. We knew exactly what this meant by now.  Not saying a word, Claire stepped out,  A hesitant Jenna followed shortly after,  giving us unsure glances while she exited. I cleared my throat. I was friends with both those girls.  "Good luck you two,  and goodbye. " I told them,  not knowing who would return.

Blindfolded,  and escorted in the back of the van, Claire and Jenna took off. One of the closest bonds forced to kill another. The home eerie and silent, we all strolled off among the home,  sustaining are doings before we were interrupted. I passed the bedrooms catching eye of Justine on the edge of his bed.

"...." Justine mumbled to himself indistinctly. I cringed and knocked at the door. Catching his attention, he glanced up.  His eyes appearing as if he hadn't slept in over a month or longer. "Uh,  you doing fine bro? " I asked,  attempting to seem casual.  However, I've been worried for him.  He just hasn't been himself for awhile.
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I'm good.. Thanks.. " Justine retorted blandly. I nodded feeling awkward and just slowly backed out from the silent room,  letting him think.

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Claire's POV

I bet 'The Games' happy right about now .He got what he wanted. That day I made that mistake, he bluntly told Jenna and I, he wanted to watch us kill another. Jenna should have went ahead and shot me. I was sick of fighting, but apart of me kept  assuring me "Your going to get out of this" the voice repeats.  I listen and I resume. Now I'll have to attempt take the life of Jenna.

I was pulled from the van and escorted by a unseen, rough hand of a soilder. The cold wind swept across my face and graced my pores softly. My heart trembled out, my senses were rising. I felt on alert as I was guided into somewhere, I couldn't see.