The Queenwood games

"Do you really think i care about dying after all the tests ive done!?"

//Sorry for the really long chapter, I was soooo bored on my plane flight. Again no editing can't be bothered 😂.

Jemima
Jemima walked chin pointed up, back straight, mouth tilted up at the side with a small smile. Her heels made a statisfuing clacking noise, as they collided with the schools polished  concrete. Her eyes shined with aggressive and positivity  mad light. Her ears twitched slightly as she heard the sound of approaching footsetps. Clenching her muscles she readied herself for a fight.

A warm breath tickled her neck, "What would an angle such as yourself be doing walking around alone at these hours?".

Just from his voice Jemima could tell it was Bryan. Jemima, unbanosed to the other players, had taken her time, carefully hacking into the schools main frame and studying each and everyone of them. She knew everyone from their favourite ice cream flavour to their best childhood friend.

Jemima turner around with a huge smile on her face, perfect white teeth shown wide. Bryan stepped closer to her dropping his arm around her shoulders, a smug look on his face. With his other free hand he reached down and slapped her ass. Jemima was ready to behead this creep when an idea started to form in her mind. She lent forward pressing her lips to his cheek and gave him a wink. She had learnt from extensive studies that this guy really wasn't at full brain capacity as he thought he was, rather ,she thought with a small smile and an inconspicuous  laugh, he was filled with a whole lot of bullshit. Again he took that as an agreement to continue. He smiled and began to pull her towards the bathrooms. She shook her head also smiling and lent in to whisper

"I know a place.... I'll lead you there. Cover your eyes.". He grinned and quickly complied. It only took Jemima a few minutes to lead him down to the car park. She could barley hold back her laughter. Gentley she took his hands away form his eyes a real smile on her face. It took him a moment to resister what was going on.

"What the fuck!?" Infront of him were the body's of Travis, Daniel and Blaze all with the same dent on their heads. He whirled around but not quick enough. Jemimas hand clenched on his face, nails cutting into his skin, drawing a thin trickle of crimson blood. She was a pretty girl, so most people didn't really realise just how strong she was. Jemima lifted the boy of his feet and hurled him into the wall opposite her. He hit the wall with a dull crunch. She walked forward, grabbing a chair as she did so she raised it over her head Jhon Sina style. "This is for slapping my ass you prick." Her voice was alive with barely contained excitement and pleasure. She smacked him on the head, just as she did with the other boys. A spurt of blood shot from the dent, covering her black Prada heels. He was dead but it wasn't the end. As much as it didn't seem like it, Jemima enjoyed being organised. Pulling a small black book out of her pocket she bent down, swiping her finger in the still warm blood. Opening up to a fresh page she put a single line of his blood. Her third kill. She smiled, tucking the book away. She loved the thrill of watching someone die.

Chiara
She was uncomfortable. It had been days and she still felt as if she was being watched. For what felt like the hundredth time she logged into the access frame and clicked open the security feed. She could see Izzy being dragged by Alex into the canteen, presumably to put ice on her arm. He switched to the forth floor, where she could see Jo stalking one of the generics, Chuck. She switched to the lornance campus's  where Liv sat, alone in the seminar room looking at a blank wall, Chiara shivered. She looked insane. Moving on she switched to the basement. No surprise. Jemima has continued to cover the camera. She closed the application again, hanging her head in her hands. She was loosing it. She was no longer in control any more. Someone had taken the carpet from under her feet, and the worst part? She would be utterly defenceless if anyone found out. Well maybe not utterly..... Grabbing her apple phone she shot of a quick test to Cameron. For some unknown reason, she honestly had no idea when or how, but Cameron had fallen in love with her. He was her own personal lap dog or more... Hell hound. He was her only connection to still  conduct and manipulate the games, And frankly he was a good source.

A soft knock sounded at the door. Chiara practically lept out of the seat. Her heart beat was running a million miles an hour. Slowly she reached into her desk draw and pulled out a screw driver. "Hello...?". No answer. Now Chiara's heart was almost prepared to leap out of her chest. This wasn't right. Cameron wouldn't do that. He would usually just say something flirty and barge in. Edging forward carefully she grasped hold of the door knob. Cautiosally she unlocked the door. Almost Immidakty she was thrown backwards by someone charging into the room. In seconds she was pinned against the table, Alex holding a knife to her throat.

"What the fuck I thought you were in the canteen!?". Chiara shrieked.

"Nope, ever heard of photos, printers and duct tape?".

Chiara swore under her breath, she had been too anxious to realise that the security footage of Izzy and Alex hadn't changed for almost twenty minutes. The knife began to cut deeper into her throat making Chiara gasp. A warm trickle of blood found its way down her throat.

"What the the actual hell Alex!? What do you want?"

"Your going to give me the power over these goddamned games..."

"Or what?"

"You die-"

"Please do you think I care about dying after all the tests and results I've done? God damn I'd welcome it if I didn't love winning so much!"

Alex snarled makingbthe knife bite deeper into her throat. "Don't interrupt me again," she hissed "as I was saying, you die and your boyfriend dies.". Chiara's scoff died in her throat as Izzy dragged Cameron inside the room, locking the door behind them. Chiara may be dead inside but she did care if she was responsible for killing someone.

"Izzy....Would you really kill someone just to help Alex win?". Izzy's eyes turned stormy as she walked forward and yanked Chiara upright by the hair. She smiled in Chiara's face before backhanding her and sending her spinning away. Chiara stood upright shakily blood dripping from the corner of her mouth.

"I'm perfectly capable of winning on my own you bitch, also..... Why on earth would I help you after you killed her!". Tears began to well in Izzy's eyes. Confusion flashed on Chiara's face before Izzy slapped her again. Quick as a flash the two grabbed Cameron and turned the knife on him.

"FINE FINE! I'll help you." Chiara spat blood in Izzy's face. Alex stood back smiling, twirling her knife from finger to finger.

Chiara sighed defeated,"Then I guess our job is done here.". Alex smiled cruelly before slamming the huilt of her dagger down onto the unsuspecting boys head. Chiara stood mouth hanging open in shock and anger.

"For safe keeping, just to make sure you don't try anything mmmm k?" Izzy snickered swaggering out of the room, dragging the limo boys body behind her. Alex turned on her heel to leave before stopping and seeming to think something. Spinning around he's slammned her fist into Chiara's gut, forcing her onto her knees, before kicking her repeatedly in the stomach. Chiara gagged, coughing blood. After five kicks Alex stepped back, allowing Chiara to crawl into the feotel position. Alex stashed away pausing at the door just long enough to say, "and that was for being an asshole to me..."

"When...What did I do to you?" Chiara crocked through bloody lips.

"You forcing me to kill Izzy, soon." Alex muttered, emotion cracking through her voice.

Chiara watched helpless as her vision started to go black, the last thing she saw was a pull of her own blood seeping onto the woollen floor thinking, "that's going to be a tough stain to get out", before she passed out.