The Alpha's Games

Five

Under dressed is a slim comparison to how these girls are dressed.

Poofy thick ball gowns and thin brittle looking heels accompany these girls.

Their lips are painted either too dark or light. Their eyelids are sparkly and matching their dress. Sharp winged liner makes their sea blue eyes icy.

The boys are dressed simpler, in a button up shirt and black slacks. Their hair is styled in a way that would make regular girls from my hometown faint. Perhaps being attractive for a guy is one of the only ways to be noticed. The thought makes me wrinkle my nose.

For a while I am alone bearing the annoying, excited chatter from the other girls. Eventually Christiana finds me and compliments my makeup before asking questions like " how do I look?" " will Chris like it?" " I'm nervous what should I say?" But she doesn't give me the chance to answer as she immediantly jumps to another question or answers for herself. Chris enters the room after a measured amount of time and almost everyone squeals.

"Ladies! You look beautiful" again they sigh dreamily.
" I believe Christina is next?" Everyone mumbles unhappily.

Christina flattens her hair quickly before looking up at Chris, she gives him a dazzling smile. Then Christiana picks up her spring green dress and runs to Chris with cherry red cheeks. He smiles warmly at her before opening the glass door for outside. Before stepping out his eyes scan the room and lock when they find me. I don't understand what he is doing but I don't break our gaze. Only when Christina pops her head back in to ask if he's ready does he look away.

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Seconds go slowly and minutes seem to be an eternity. Waiters in purple overalls tend to my needs as I watch each person file in and out. I am given strawberry milk and a bowl of noodle soup as I wait. Still nothing can tame my nonstop moving as I wait. Boredom has always been an enemy of mine.

So I tap my foot rapidly. I chew on my lip. I fiddle with my honey brown hair. Anything and everything to stop my mind from wandering. As each person comes back into this room huge smiles are on their faces. They are vibrating with positive energy and an ecstatic mood.

"Are you alright?" A sweet and melodic voice asks me.

I only turn my head when I feel a hand on my shoulder. The action is featherlight and harmless. Still I pull away as if their hand were scorching hot.

"I'm just a little fidgety" I reply glancing upward.

I am met with bold bottle green eyes and a kind smile. His eyes are captivating and majestic. So different than the regular somewhat plain colors of everyone in Deneb. The man nods his head understandably.

"I can take you somewhere else if you would like."

The man is so polite I immediantly feel suspicion towards him. Why would he want to help me? Still I nod my head the mere thought of being away from these wild people sounds like a blessing.

The man is gloveless so reluctantly I take his hand when he holds it out. He seems confident enough that we are not mates however. So I take his hand and stand, brushing at my dress. We weave in and out of the talking parties with simple "excuse me's."

The other contestants don't even seem to care that I am wandering off with a strange individual. They continue with their empty minded chatter and sequels about fantasies with Chris. The man and I turn a corner and my shoulder sag in relief. There was no more bustle about the games. No more talk about sexual fantasies with our Alpha. Now the empty hallways were completely silent. My muscles relax and I allow myself a small smile.

"I'm Cayson" the man next to me states. Then he drops my hand and side steps. Making sure there was a good distance between us.
"Caliana" I retort.
"Where do you want to go?" Cayson asks stopping in place. His eyes are trained on the floor.
"Piano room?" I ask lightly.
"I'll be your escort" He says motioning his hands in front of him.

For some reason his words make me grin. He is  the first to not congratulate me on my honor in competing in this slaughter house. The first to give me an act of real kindness.

We continue to walk down the golden hallways in silence. I absorb every once of it like a sponge. On the opposite side of the mansion we walk towards a white door. Near the edges the paint is peeling. How long has it been since someone has came in here?

"Here we are" Cayson says pushing open the door.

I bite my lip to suppress a smile when the door opens. In the middle of the room is a grand piano. On the piano there is a small vase of roses that fill the room with it's aroma. Opposite of the piano is a small fern green couch with leaves embroidered into the surface. To make this room even more spectacular a crystal chandelier with lights hang over the piano.

"It's stunning" I murmur.
"Go for it. I'll sit out of here."

I nod my head and watch as he steps out and closed the door. The moment I am completely alone I break into a huge grin. First I run and jump around the room. Twirling and spinning as if I was in ballet again. Then when I'm panting heavily I remove my shoes. Pattering softly over to the piano.

I sit onto the bench and sink into the soft material. With a shaky hand I raise my fingers up to the piano keys. Delicately I press one key. The piano sings the key to me and I close my eyes and hum the note. I press another key, making it louder. I keep my eyes closed and hum another note with the piano. As if I were back home my fingers begin to softly play on the piano. I let the music consume me, swaying back and forth as I play. When I finish my first song I don't stop. I continue to play as if time were infinite.

After a while I play so much my fingers begin to hurt. The raw yet small taste of freedom has uplifted my spirits. My fingers are both pounding with pain and tingling with pleasure. My skin feels electrified and the hair on the back of my neck stands. Not in fear, but in happiness that I've finally been able to do something. Something that doesn't include these games or trying to survive. It feels gratifying and my emotions seem depraved of this feeling.

When playing becomes to painful for my hands I raise and begin to dance again. Spinning on the cool marble with the balls of my feet. My long untamed hair whips around my face, making it hard to see my surroundings. I spin until my stomach gurgles and I stumble into someone's arms. My head is spinning, my vision is blurry, my stomach is upset, yet I giggle. I look up at the savior who has caught me and grin.

The person is still blurry yet I can make out a breathtaking smile. So sweet and sunny it causes my breathing to quicken. The sun pouring in through a small window highlights his eyes. Eyes the color of ocean waves on a bright day at the beach. His eyes were soft and as the sun hesitantly shone in them I could pick out flakes of gold. The flakes looked as if driftwood had settled in the sea green waves. His eyes are a tempting home to my fearful soul.

"How long have you been here?" I whisper.

He shrugs his shoulders as an answer. My cheeks tinge red and I bite my lip in embarrassment.

"You are just attracted to trouble aren't you?"
"I'm attracted to rationality" I retort but I know my argument is invalid.
"Come on freckles I'll allow you to play later" Chris says confidently.

I frown and stare at my hands for a second. I then glance back up into those ocean eyes. They could could wash me away if they tried.

"I could die tomorrow" I say glancing up at him.

Chris ignores my remark and continues to sunnily smile. His gloved hand gently pushes on my lower back as he guides me out. We walk together through the mazed hallways. Then outside of my door he turns to me.

"I doubt it" he whispers into my ear coolly and confidently.

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