Survival of the Fittest: Friends Forever {Complete}

7

Fanta once again escorted us to the arena, but I was in front so I couldn't talk to him. Once in, he explained what was to happen and left. 30 minutes, 3 dead. I hid behind a bail that was almost sitting against the wall.

"Chey! No, please!" It was Sam. There was a scream, then silence. But I could faintly hear her mutter an 'I'm sorry'. There was shuffling around for a while, then heard someone next to me. I looked carefully to see Pat.

"Pat please," I whisper, putting my hands up, when he saw me. He came over and sat beside me.

"Can I trust you?" He asked, holding his knife up. That broke my heart like no one could believe.

"Yes. I swear. I couldn't ever hurt you." He took a second before nodding. "I love you Patty. How could you think that? That I'd ever hurt you?"

"I don't know what to think right now." He put the knife down. "It's fucking insane right now."

"No!" A yell from Luke came. One more, I feared.

"I'm gonna go," I grabbed his arm before he could leave. "Jase. It'll be okay." He said, and broke out of my grasp. Did I just loose them both? my heart ached. My brother, and the one I truly love. After a bit of silence, muffled screams were heard, then it was back to silent.

The door didn't open, which was weird. I got up and quietly went across the floor to the other side. And damn it, I wish I hadn't. "Pat?" I whispered, dropping to my knees softly.

"Jase," he stuttered, holding his stomach. I moved his hands and replace them with my own.

"It's okay. It'll be okay." I muttered.

"It's not."

"Yes it will." I tried to figure something out to maybe help, but there truly wasn't. Other than my hope. I saw Pat reach next to him, and hold up a knife in his shaking hand.

"Please." He said, and I shook my head. "You need to. Or you might die. Or they'll do something right?"

"I can't Pat. I lost my brother, not you too."

"Please Jase. I can't...If you love me...do this for me." My heart finally and completely shattered.

"Who did this?" I asked, and heard a thudding noise. "Ten seconds. Pat, who did this?"

"If you—"

"Fine. You win, like always," I chuckled nervously. I set the blade above his heart.

"Cheyenne," he set his hand on mine, and 'helped' me push it in. "I love...you." Was the last thing I would ever hear. I pulled it out slowly, before dropping it on the floor, and laying my head against his.

"I love you too," I whispered, kissing him on the forehead. The doors opened, and I could hear Dean bark.

"You got lucky today," someone said. "Let's go!" I sat up, and looked at him one last time. I closed his eyes and stood up, following behind everyone else. Dean was at the front of the arena doors, Fanta holding him. When Dean saw me, he was happy, but I could tell he was also sad, because I was. I quickly scratch his head, and walked into the barn with everybody.

Everything turned to white noise. Not caring to hear anything. As Jordan and King were together, and Justin was sitting on a bail talking with Tyler, I was in my favorite little corner. "I told Pat what would happen if he died. I can't do this." I said to myself, then I glare at the wall, "my knife." A black blade with a snakeskin handle appeared in the wall. I pull it out and spin it. "Oh baby, how I missed you." I sat on the floor, rolling up my left sleeve all the way. I cut off the sleeve that was covering the previous cuts, then angrily cut from my wrist, to the top of my forearm. I was beyond pissed. Some cuts got deep, some had just hardly broken skin. I cut across the palm of my still healing hand.

But it wasn't enough. I took off my left boot and pushed down the sock to show my ankle. I cut the inside over, and over, and over. After that, I slipped my knife into my right boot, pulled on my left one and leaned against the wall. I could feel tears flooding down my cheeks in anger, sadness, pain. I heard footsteps approach, and saw Tyler. "Alright. Now it's time to talk." He said, pointing to my shredded arm.

"I wish I was dead right now."

"No you don't."

"No, I really do. They won't let me kill myself. And I'd kill myself to save Nugget, or Pat, or anyone I care for. I mean, Pat's with my brother so they're having a great time right now I bet. Causing all types of trouble." Tyler was silent for a moment, thinking.

"I won't let you die Jase. You mean to much to them." I looked at him, confused. "Pat and your brother. Yes, trust me, I know it hurts. But, if you kill yourself or just throw yourself in front of that knife, how do you think they'd feel if they were here?"

"But they're not..."

"That's not what I asked. If they were here, what would they think? They'd want you to kick some ass." I chuckled at the last part. "What?"

"If Nugget was here, he'd say, 'kick ass then eat grass'. Just cause he's him." We both smiled and laughed.

"I promise you, it'll be okay. Okay?" I nodded in response.

"How can you promise that though? Don't make promises in here, that you can't keep."

"I won't let you die. I know I shouldn't trust you, but I do. I heard you talking with that guy the first time like you were friends. And with that dog, I looked back for a second, not seeing or hearing you, I saw you pet him like he's your pet." I looked at him, petrified. He's going to me the one to kill me, I thought. "I know you're in on this, but I can tell that we were not what you were expecting. You have people here, that do this thing, that care about you."

"So why don't you kill me? If you're going to in two days, just tell me. Don't hide it."

"Because I don't want to. You have a reason to stay alive, don't you?" I nodded. Kick Brian's ass, be with my pup, and be with my boys. "So, if that's motivation enough, I will keep you safe for as long as I can."

"Alright," I whispered. "But, don't keep me safe if you can't or don't want to." He nodded, rubbing my back before he walked off.