Zoe wakes up in a strange room without a clue on how she got there. She and the seven other people are instructed to play a game. A game that will push them all to their limits, that will expose their deepest, darkest secrets. A game meant to kill...
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Chapter Two: Blood
I sit motionless, absolutely consumed by fear. I watch as the red droplets trickle down from the wound on Adrien's chest to the surface of the table. The white table now stained with blood.
Chris stands abruptly, as his face was literally inches from Adrien's. In horror, he stumbles backwards. "Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy fucking..."
Ximena cries in the corner, her knees pulled up to her chest as she sobs onto her legs. James stares at the body, his eyes wide behind his glasses and blood splattered onto his pristine sweater. Jen tries to blink away tears as her body shakes. The booklet nearly falls out of her hands. Rodney runs his hands through his hair, disbelief and fear mixed emotions pouring out of him like sweat.
And then there's Monica. She has the true look of horror plastered on her face. Her mouth is twisted into a half-cry, half-gasp. Tears slip down her cheeks. Anguish seeps in her eyes, like she's begging some higher power for this to be a joke. I can only imagine how sick she feels from the sight of this; as long as I've known her, Monica has hated horror of any kind. Horror movies, gore, etc.
What feels like hours goes by. In truth, it must have been ten minutes. After everyone has calmed down - not entirely, I doubt we will ever calm down - we look to each other for what to do next.
"What now?" Ximena asks meekly.
Jen wipes the tears from her cheeks before opening the booklet. "I-I don't know."
"Wait," Rodney says. "Look. There." He points at the knife in Adrien's chest. "There's something there."
Chris uneasily steps forward. He leans down to inspect it closely. "Oh shit," he mutters. "It's paper. A note."
"Well, grab it!" James hisses.
"Fuck off, Princeton," he sneers back.
"Guys!" Jen steps between them. "Now is not the time to fight." She takes a deep breath. "I'll do it."
Oh, God. "Jen, are you sure?" I find myself asking.
She nods, albeit hesitantly. "I am the leader. It should be me."
Jen hands the booklet to Rodney as she approaches the body. She swallows and closes her eyes tight before she grabs the handle of the blade and pulls it out.
More blood oozes from the wound, spreading onto the table. Ximena jumps back when blood drips onto the floor. Jen gags but forges through. She peels the paper from the handle before dropping the knife onto the table with a loud clank.
Her hands shake as she unrolls it.
"One of you broke the rules. They were penalized. The game has changed. Leader turn to page four in the book."
As she puts the paper down, Jen realizes her hands are now covered in blood. Adrien's blood. She gasps and steps back, staring at her palms.
"Here," Rodney steps forward, taking the edge of his shirt into his hands before tearing it. He hands the ripped piece to Jen.
