<Chosen>
When our plan was finally crafted it was go time. "We have exactly ten minutes before those vents fill with gas but it may be more as long as they don't get Sophia." I plan. Finn nods and our one issue was getting out of the handcuffs.
"It won't work, Chosen, it's a suicide mission." Finn sighs as if all hope was lost. Then I got it. I sat on his bed and tried my best to rip it open. "What the fuck are you doing, Jacobs?" He whisper yells. I hush him and continue to do what I'm doing until I reach the spring. Bingo.
"Are you strong enough to walk?" I hope. I see his face drop and he shakes his head. "It's okay, we're in this together." I assure him with a smile. I take the end of the spring and fidget with my lock and I try and try and try until I cut myself, deep. "Ah!" I drop the spring and my blood seeps into the bed. Finn gags and picks up the spring to try on his own and in less than five minutes it's free.
"Come on!" Finn screams, starting to unlock my lock. When I'm free we take a piece of the bedsheet and wrap my hand up. "What now?" He questions.
And all I have to do is point. And I point to the vents.
"Hell no." He says. I nod my head and move his bed to get a good leg up.
"Fifteen paces straight. Eight pages to either left or right and then thirty five! Jaeden saved us, Finn." I beam. Hope running through me. Finn seemed doubtful especially considering his circumstances. "Finn," my voice got quiet. "Why did do you do it? Why, man?" My voice broke, tears threading to spill.
He looks at me as if I asked him something unbelievable and to be fair, I kind of did. "There's one thing people need and I'm not saying food or water or that shit. I'm saying people need to feel like they belong to be okay. Football made me feel like I belonged. Being popular made me feel like I belonged. Hell, I had girls drooling over me and when the experiment happened everything changed. I realized that without football and without popularity, I was no one. And I caused problems I hurt Jack. I didn't want to be that person." Finn pauses for a second. I was in tears. He was right. "So, for everyone's sake, I would leave." Now Finn was in tears. "Maybe in heaven or whatever is waiting for me, I'll belong." Finn cried. I hugged him for a few moments.
Me and Finn would be in this together. I stood on Finn's bed and I held him up. I opened the vent and boosted Finn up. He winced every second that he had to pull himself up and I climbed up after him. We climbed in the ducts together.
We went fifteen paces straight and to our luck, there was only a left. But after eight paces left we were screwed. Finn and I looked at each other with sympathy. We had to spilt up. "Let's go both ways." I suggested, once more, tears.
Finn shook his head and bit his lip. I saw a tear escape his eye. He handed me a letter. "We only have a few minutes until the gas fills everything up, one of us deserve to live and if it's not me give it it Jack, please." Finn pleads. I quickly hand him a card of my own and he looks down at it and smiles, a tear fallen.
"Finn," I utter. He starts to head off left. "You belong Finn! You always have, you just never saw what we saw!" I screamed. Tears were streaming down my face. He was a brother to me, I can't lose him. But there was no response.
Only one of us would survive.
<Jack>
It was now or never. The end to this madness was near and we could feel it. Jaeden better have been right.
Fluids began to drain from my body, it was red, it was blood. My blood. I slowly began to feel light headed. In the corner I saw my father. He was crying. I looked back into the audience at these people. What did my blood possibly hold?
I look over the Jaeden who is being held down by two guards. He is keeping his eye on the clock. Ten seconds.
"One million." Jaeden's father called out, pointing to a lady in a big white hat. Another hand went up.
I can hardy keep my eyes open and I'm getting weaker and weaker.
The ten seconds are up and I look over a Jaeden who is playing with his shoe. I'll be frank, Jaeden never told me what to do. He told me to do as they say and he'll fix things. I began to get anxious as my blood began to drain.
Wyatt gave me a sympathetic look and tried to get out of his restrains. I never had a future, I knew it from the start. But maybe with these guys, I would.
I look straight forward, not bothering to look at Jaeden but when loud gasps escape the crowds lips I knew this had to be Jaeden's doings. I turn around and sure enough, there is Jaeden standing with a gun, pointing it at his father.
Jaeden may have been labeled as the leader. But he was definitely a hero.
