Hostage

Scarlett Fox

What happened next was up to the Chosen.

I did my best to look for Scar, but the crack was small- I couldn't find her. Maybe she had gotten away, or maybe she had . . .

No. That wouldn't happen.

She couldn't possibly escape; there was no way out once you were out there.

Well, that isn't exactly true. If the Chosens are smart enough, they'll make a big group, give each other a few cuts, then go after the door protecters gradually.

That was my plan; but so far I had only done so much to be sure it worked.

There she was!

I found Scar in a screaming fury, shredding Shadow into peices with an axe she had forced out of the hands of a dying Allie Myers.

I could tell her leg was a large fault, even though she hid it quite well.

The games had been going on for maybe thirty minutes or so when it happened.

There were only three people left- Sammy Stevens, Jared Evers, and Scar.

Scar's power was that she could control fire. She was currently throwing fireballs at a swiftly dodging Sammy Stevens when Jared Evers gave a smirk.

No.

Jared suddenly drew out his razor-sharp Wolverine type claws and slowly approached Scar, a grin plastered on his unshaved face, but sadness in his eyes.

I could tell he didn't want to kill her.

You see, in these games, the pride of slaughtering your fellow freak is only for show . . . For most people that's true.

Jared Evers was certainly not the killing type. His claws were a blessing and a curse to him.

As the tears welled up in his eyes, he crept toward Scar with a devilish smirk.

The claws came across her neck so fast it was hard to see.

The entire crowd gasped in unison.

Scarlett Fox fell to the ground in a heap. Her eyes welled with tears, and then they glazed suddenly, as if clouds had appeared where her pupils should have been. She smiled up at Jared Evers one last time before her eyes fluttered closed and her movement slowed, then stopped completely.

I heard a waking yawn beside me and turned to see Fox opening her bright green eyes.

They darkened suddenly. "Is Scar still alive?"

I could only respond by gaping, open-mouthed, at Fox.

"She's . . . She's dead, isn't she?" Fox whispered to me, obviously holding back a rage of emotion.

I nodded slowly. "I'm so sorry, Fox . . . I, I should've saved her, I should've given her a plan, I should've hijacked her collar, I should've . . . " I stopped talking, realizing there was no point.

"Jett . . . It's okay," Fox smiles wearily, wrapping me in a hug.

No it isn't.

And now, now that Scar was dead, I was determined to make the people who made this stupid thing in the first place pay.

Not Jared Evers, not Sammy Stevens, not anyone here. This wasn't their choice.

No, now I was going for the Army. I was going for the Organization. The big leagues. And they were going to pay for what they did to Scar.

Maybe even with their lives.

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ayye. so I haven't updated in you know, like forever. sorry about that. this book is kinda sorta hard to write. so yeahh. (but I love it <3)

soooo none of you ever commented on my point of view question, so I think I'll just stick to Jett's point of view for now.

thanks for reading! ilyasm💕

~Flash💙