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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Epilogue: Insatiable
Her breath is heavy. She knows she isn't built for this, but she has no other choice. Plans change, so you need to adjust accordingly.
The police will be looking, she knows. But what else is there to do? She won't turn herself in. That stupid bitch told them everything. There's no going back now.
And that traitor. It was never part of her plan to have Rodney cuddle up with Zoe, let alone any of those bitches. But at the party before she starting bringing them downstairs, he told her that if he got close to Zoe, it would help. So she went with it.
How was she supposed to know he'd actually fall for her?
Whatever. I can do this without him.
It's too heavy. She lets go of the ankles and the legs drop, hitting the ground with a loud thunk. She sighs and glances down.
"You were always so underwhelming."
While searching with her eyes to find a good place to bury or just dispose of the body, the leaves under her rustle and crackle. Her heart leaps into her throat as she looks down to see her move.
Ximena groans, her arm lifting slowly to her face. When she opens her eyes, they meet Monica's. She lets out a startled shriek. But she can't fight back now. She can't even run.
"H-How...?" she manages to mutter. "They told me I was safe..."
Monica smirks. "You never were."
Taking the dagger from her garter, she doesn't hesitate this time. She lunges the blade into her chest. Stab stab stab. Blood casts off as she swings her arm back but she doesn't care. Ximena goes limp one last time, a glaze slipping over her eyes. Satisfied, Monica pulls the dagger out of her and wipes it off before putting it away.
The truth is, Ximena was collateral. She never had any real beef with her. Ximena never did anything directly to her like the rest had. But she was practically glued to Adrien's side. If she took Adrien but left Ximena, Ximena would've alerted the police. She knew it would've been safer to take her too.
Little did Ximena know that a friendship got her killed.
Burying her would be too much work. She could burn her or put her in the river. Burning would get rid of the evidence but she'd need kindling and accelerant. Could she pull it off without a trip to the hardware store?
As she turns around to search the forest, she spots the outline of a figure. Out of instinct, she jumps and lets out a short scream. After composing herself, she reaches for her weapon and steps towards them.
The blood rushes out of her face when she sees who it is. She pauses.
"What are you doing here?"
He leans against a tree, his pose casual. She sees him smirk through the light peeking through the trees. "I figured you could use some help."
"Not from you," she sneers. "You're lucky I don't kill you right now."
He lifts a hand. "Stand down. I'm being genuine." As he steps towards her, she tenses but her body tries to fight it. "I still care about your mission."
"Is that so?" She cocks her head. "Last time I checked, you chose that whore over me."
A dark look crosses his face. His eyes read pain but his mouth says hatred. "She found me out. She wants nothing to do with me."
It takes everything out of her not to laugh and tell him she told him so. She resists. "Still, it takes a lot of balls to help a fugitive. I'm a wanted murderer now."
He grins, and her heart pounds hard. "I suppose that makes me one too." He shrugs. "By association, or whatever."
"Are you going to help me then?" She sighs and gestures to the body. "She's fucking heavy for a twig."
Reaching down into a bag she just now noticed, he pulls out paint thinner and a lighter. "This help?"
She can't control her grin. "Hell yes."
Together, they build a fire and roll Ximena's body under the wood. He douses it with the accelerant but pauses. She meets his eyes and he holds out the lighter.
"Would you like the honors?"
She takes it. "Yes."
With a flick of the zippo, it lights and she tosses it onto the fire. It blazes, rich red and orange flames lick hungrily. Her eyes are glued on it, it's beauty captivating her.
"Now what?" Rodney asks.
The flames reflect in her irises as she whispers into the night. It's her deepest vow.
"I'm going to kill Zoe."
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Author's End Note:
Hi everyone! I want to thank those of you who've read till the end. It means so much to me. I would like to say a few words before I hit that box that says the story is complete.
First of all, I can't believe it's over. This story was merely an idea I had in a dream, and I finished it. Since I started college, I've been lacking inspiration, so this felt so nice to finish a new story. And now you've been able to read it.
I know this wasn't my best work, but I am proud of how it came to be. It has helped me get out of the rut I was stuck in. I do have plans to eventually do rewrites, change things up, make it more solid. But for now, I'll leave it be.
I specifically want to thank one of my best friends for reading this story, leaving comments, helping me make necessary changes, etc. Luna, thank you. This story wouldn't be here without you.
And lastly, I want to comment on the story. I believe that is shows everyone has flaws, everyone has secrets. And sometimes, the people who are the nicest can hurt you. Although it isn't the best life lesson there is, I think it means something.
