Survival of the Fittest: Friends Forever {Complete}

6

The doors opened, and I saw Fanta. "Everyone up, and follow me!" He demanded. Everyone did as told and got up, "if you try to make a run, you will be killed or worse. Do you understand?" Everyone nodded, worried to what was going to happen. I was the last out, walking with Fanta just barely behind everybody. Fanta giving directions on where to go.

"Who's fucking idea was this?" I growled.

"Brian's. Trust me, I didn't want to do this. When I saw who was being put in after you, I was mortified."

"You were mortified?" I glared at him. "Is my deal really off?" Fanta looked at me with a sad expression.

"I'm afraid so. I'm still talking with Brian to let you keep it."

"Don't. It's not worth it. Besides, I haven't had the risk of the possibility of actually dying." I told him. As I knew we were nearing the arena, I quickly asked, "why did he do this? He said I had to be 'strong enough'. The hell does he want?"

"He does this to everyone that's newish and he knows is strong enough. He needs proof that you can handle any and everything. He told me mine time would be soon too." As we reached the doors, and they opened, I muttered one last thing to him.

"I'm going to kick his ass into next year after this." And I walked in along with everyone else.

"New rules have been put in place!" Fanta said once everyone was inside. "You have 30 minutes! Four must go! And because someone is absent in the office, if the time is up, and four aren't gone. We will make it happen." With that, he left. The door shut, leaving us in the dark until the dim black lights came on. I ran to the back, hiding behind the bail of hay. The arena hasn't changed since last week. They kept it the same.

To the right of me, I heard a snap. I looked over to see my brother. "Nugget," I whispered, and he looked over. He scooted next to me, both our backs against the hay. "Please, stay here. I don't want you hurt."

"I'll be fine. Gino came at me and it was all good." He smiled.

"Dude he's an easy kill. These others, not so much."

"Jase, sis. Trust me?" It broke my heart, but I always did. I slowly nodded and he patted my shoulder. "I love ya sis." With that, he left. There was a loud scream then silence, but there was still muffled screams from the same area. I looked over the hay, seeing if there was anyone really out. I saw my brother run across the floor, but slip on god knows what, and fell onto the knife he was holding. He didn't get up.

My jaw dropped and my vision started to cloud. "Dumbass," I heard someone chuckle just a few feet away. I looked over to barley see MacKenzie. My face twisted into unmistakable anger. I stood up, walked over and behind her. I knelt down, grabbed her mouth and pulled he backwards onto the ground, sitting on her stomach. I grabbed the knife that appeared next to me, putting it to her throat.

"Did you call him a dumbass?" Fear ran across her face and in her eyes. She tried to push me off, but when she tried, I pushed the knife harder against her throat. "Did you call him. A. Dumb. Ass." I growled. She frantically shook her head, and tried screaming. "You did. You always make fun of him. I've told you not to. That. Is. It." I pushed the knife against her throat as hard as I could, and cut all the way across it. So deep, if there was enough light, you'd see the bones. I pulled my hands away from her mouth and throat, then plunged the weapon into her chest. Over, and over again. All the anger and fear I had, coming all out in this moment.

A loud buzzer sounded, and the doors opened. And I was afraid time was up, and they would let Dean in. "Let's go!" A wave of relief came over me when it wasn't my pup. I got off a bloody MacKenzie and made my way out. I could see my brother laying on the floor, blood pooling around him.

But I also saw the fourth kill. Bradley. No doubt King's handy work. He was covered, and I mean covered, in cuts and gashes. Some of him wasn't even on him anymore. If you could think of the worse horror movie way to die, that was him times ten.

When we got back to the barn, people were a bit wigged out. Can you blame them? King and Jordan were okay, but the others, not so much. King knows death, and Jordan was in the military. So they both weren't to freaked about what happened.

"What the fuck is this place?"

"This is so far from okay."

"Ask Jase, she knows!" One said and they looked at me. I looked blankly at them, and made my way to my corner upstairs. Do you know that feeling? That feeling of emptiness? Where you don't feel happy, mad, sad, alive? Just a hallow shell that nothing can fill? That was me at the moment. My brother had been killed, I should've told him no and stay with me. Make him stay. And I never truly realized how hard this is going to be. Killing my friends, the people I love and care for so much. The two ass-wipes were dead, but the rest? Not in the slightest easy.

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The next day slowly rolled around, and slowly passed bye. By the afternoon, food came and it was sandwiches. I didn't try and go for it. I stayed put in my corner under the balcony. I was lost in space. Not thinking of anything, except my brother. Then Pat. Then Justin and Tyler. And finally King and Jordan. They were my friends, family. Back then, you only think about what could possibly happen if you lost them. And here I was, we were, living it.

Later, my empty thoughts were interrupted by the shadow that sat in front of me. I could see it was Tyler, but I didn't show any type of emotion towards him. "You good?" I shook my head slowly, keeping my eyes on the floor. "You wanna talk?"

"About what?" I asked.

"Anything. What's going on in that head of yours?"

"Death. Depression. It's my fault. That Nugget's dead. That you alll with will be as well. And that I can't stop it." I told him, never moving anything but my mouth.

"It's not your—"

"Don't!" I shouted, finally looking up at him, and everyone looked at us. "Don't ever say that. This is my fault. You all specifically being here, is twisted and sick. But so is what I do. If I knew it was you guys, I'd have hung myself when I found out."

"What are you talking about? No one here knew we'd be here." I glare at him, and shake my head, standing up.

"Really? Everyone here knows the other and are friends! That's not weird to you?" He looked at me in shock. "I'm sorry. I need to go." And I walked to my upstairs corner for the rest of the day. However, when night came, Pat came up and sat next me. He pulled me to him, and I laid against him. Enjoying the warmth, comfort, and safety I felt when I was with him. Have always felt with him. And fell asleep.