The Writer Games | Once In A Lifetime & World Edition

Finals: Emily Andersen

My phone buzzes, a short vibration from my back pocket. I fish it out, staring at the screen.

"Russia is the biggest country in the world, beating out the second largest country by almost 3,000,000 square miles."

Fun-fucking-facts.

I shut off my iPhone, Pete Wentz's face going black at I stuffed it back in my pocket.

"Enya, where the fuck  are you?" I twisted Alek's flask in my hand, biting my lip. "Oh hell,  she could be anywhere. Biggest country, remember?"

Another snowflake caught on my cheek.

"Emily, you coming, da?" I laughed, trying not to laugh.

"Da, Alek. Coming. Da.  Da. Da." Alek threw his nearly empty flask at my head, but I caught it  just in time. Popping the cap open, I poured the continents into my  mouth, flashing Alek a wicked smile. "Guess you don't need this  anymore."

"Emily? Hello?" My eyes  flashed open as I watched a older girl squint down at me. She had a  tumble of pale golden hair and wide brown eyes.

"Enya?" She fit the description Alek had given. She nodded, watching me hesitantly.

"You were sleep.." Ah,  this one obviously didn't have much experience with English, not the way  Alek had. "What?" She struggled to find the words. She settled on  pointing wildly at flask that I had. "You killed him." It was the first  real sentence of the day. Way to fucking go.

"I-" I began, but I closed my eyes, shaking my head.

"You going to make up with Pip, eh?" Alek asked, watching the sleeping figure of our other ally.

"You know, instead of  make out!" Alek burst out laughing at his own joke, and I joined in,  whacking him on the shoulder. Something rustled in the forest, but I  ignored it, too caught up in laughter to worry.

Maybe it was my fault.  Maybe if I had listened, or heard the footsteps, this wouldn't have  happened. Maybe Alek would be standing here, with his girlfriend or  whatever the fuck she was, instead of me.

"My, my, my. Such love."  We whipped around, the blood paling from my face as I watched Jace come  closer. His thin sword hung low on his hip.

Alek stood up, stumbling  a bit. "Hey!" he slurred. "Hey!" I groaned, clenching my fists in fear.  Alek was fucking drunk, the flask long emptied on the beach beside us.  "We don't have anymore. None, da."

"Jace." I interrupted, watching him carefully. "You don't need to do this. We-"

He laughed, a cold, high pitched sound. "I don't? Of course I do! It isn't winning if I didn't."

"Hey! Emily and Pip were  going to make-up. Or out. Team Emino!" He collapsed on the sand, a fit  of giggled consuming him. Jace and I shared a quick look at each other.

I took a hesitant step  towards Jace, and then another, until our lips were almost touching. "If  you walk away, then I'll give you want you want."

Jace paused, like he was  truly going to accept my offer. Not that I had a fucking offer. I  wasn't a fucking prostitute. In a sweep of his hand, Jace pushed me to  the ground. I cried out in pain as I fell, curling on the ground as I  pressed my hand against the gash in my leg.

It wasn't until I heard his pain infused scream that I remembered Alek. "No!" I yelled, but Jace had already removed his sword.

Pip didn't even awake as the cannon rang.

Filled with anger, I  grabbed Enya by the collar. "Listen here, you Russian whore. I avenged  him." I released her, and threw the flask at her. "I fucking avenged  him.