Left for Dead

Chapter 3

Left for Dead Chapter 3

GABE'S POV

I placed the sharp steel of the machete on Claire's throat.

I concentrated hard, then spoke with the grit of my morning voice. The microphone clipped to the collar of my shirt projected my voice through the speakers placed around the building.

"You have twenty-four hours for one of you to be dead, Victoria and Alex. I have cameras planted around the building so i will know when one of you is dead. If no one is dead by exactly 10:57 and 21 seconds, I will slit Claire's throat then come after both of you. Think about this decision, as it could be the difference between life and death. Choose wisely."

I turned off the microphone and decided to say a few words to my friend Claire.

"Listen up, bitch! I don't want to kill you, but because of the little game here," he added air quotation marks over "game", "I might have to kill you. I just need to get something off my chest. I'm in love with you, but if I have to kill you, I will gladly do it. If you say one word to me, then you will die here and now, and I'll kill Alex and Victoria. So you could cause the death of yourself, your little boyfriend, and your best friend."

If looks could kill, I'd be on the floor, dead. I leaned in close to her face.

"You have more on your shoulders than you should. We'll let this little thing play out for a while."

Claire loosened the gag with her tongue and shot a large glob of spit into my eye.

“You ASSHOLE!” I yelled. I raised my hand in a blind fury and brought it down onto her face with an amount of force I didn’t know I had. Her head was turned, and a small tear slipped down her purple cheek.

“Bitch, get ready. I see pain in the near future for you!” I yelled in her face. I used the machete that was held up to her neck and poked the small, but razor sharp edge into her wrist.

She screamed with the agony of a thousand demons, but it was music to my psycho ears!

I dragged the small tip up her arm perpendicular to her wrist, along her vein. I knew not to cut too deep, or else she would die too soon. I wouldn’t have as much fun that way.

I let a small chuckle escape my lips. This was fun!

‘Keep doing what you’re doing, and they’re all sure to be dead. Drag it out the longest amount possible.’ Z told me.

“Hey cunt! Wake up! Your punishment isn’t over yet!” I yelled in her pale face. She had passed out because of the pain earlier.

I pulled the edge out of her skin, splattering blood everywhere.

I then pierced her other arm and did the exact same cut. But this time I went deeper, and hit the bone so I could make her suffer a bit more.

This plan was going beautifully.

ALEX’S POV

11:19 AM

Earlier I made my way up to the fifth floor janitor’s closet. It was the smallest room I could find that would comfort me with it’s random items.

My stomach made a loud growling sound, so I decided to go get something to eat from the kitchen.

I walked into the small kitchen a few minutes later. I grabbed an apple out of the small refrigerator. I walked over to the cutlery drawer and took a knife out to cut the apple with.

A loud animalistic screech filed the air. I turned, and Victoria jumped on my back. I rammed her against the wall in a frenzied back pedal. She grunted and sharply inhaled. I brought the knife in my hand down into her hand that was cutting into my neck. She shrieked and let go of me.