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Task Four: If You're Two-Faced... - Females

Audrey Blackwood [21]

We  had a big wedding. Parents, grandparents, second cousins you name it,  they were there. Seth and I danced long after the guests were gone and  the food had been packaged up and ready to take home in small take-out  bags. It was just us, and the music to guide our feet as they drifted  across the floor. The world felt endless, as if I had everything at my  fingertips. My insecurities were gone and my dreams were unfolding  before my eyes and as I looked at Seth, I could tell the same was  happening for him.

I  hum our wedding song as my feet gently slide down the long dark  hallway, my mind wandering and my soul aching. After the debriefing last  night it was made clear that as a whole group we wouldn't make it until  the end. I chose Amari to be my ally, seeing as how if we survived  together once we can do it again. She's strong, smart, and she knows the  pain of missing our children back home. But, we both chose to leave our  children, a sick feeling the both of us also know all too well. After  my stomach growled both of us realized we forgot about something as  important as eating; we can't survive this pit of hell without it.

It  probably wasn't the smartest choice we have ever made, but we split up  to search for a morsel or two. How we'll find each other again, God only  knows.
The hallway moans and doors creek open and closed, inviting  me in for a taste of something sweet and savoury or something as evil  and painful as Hell itself. I consider venturing into one of these  doors; I've already been to Hell and back in more ways than one. The  lights sway above me, threatening to shatter and explode onto my body.

I close my eyes and take a deep breath; this is all a dream... none of this is real...

"Mom?"

I  quickly turn around to the tiny voice and my jaw falls open and I feel  weak in the knees. Hunter is standing in the middle of the hallway, his  face hard and solemn and his chest pushes out, much like how his father  used to stand. He looks hurt, sad and his eyes glare as if he has been  betrayed. A single tear drop escapes from his eye. I lunge forwards and  embrace him in a hug so tight I think he might break. With my sleeve I  wipe the tear from his cheek and instantly he pulls back, a look of  revolt in the form of a scowl on his face.

"Get  off me!" He screams and folds his arms across his chest. The little boy  before me begins to change; his arms become skinnier, his head becomes  larger and his eyes... they change from blue to pure black. In just the  blink of an eye I went from looking at my son to an... alien. I open my  mouth to scream and the alien sighs, reaching forwards and covering my  mouth.

"Relax," he mumbles and rolls his big black eyes. "I come in peace."

"What..."

"Yeah,  I thought seeing your kid would make you turn and walk the other way,  but I guess I was wrong about you, you're not as tough as you come  across."

The  alien just stands there, staring at me. He has clothes on; a yellow  stained t-shirt and tight black jeans. His face is lined with scars and  there's an open wound that's bleeding orange goo on his knee. He sees me  looking at it and stamps his foot impatiently.

"Would you just go already? These hallways don't belong to you!"

"And  they belong to you?" I laugh and poke the little guy on the shoulder.  His skin begins to turn red and I swear I could see steam boiling out of  his ears.

"No!  They belong to a greater force that is bigger than us! Don't you get  it? All of you are going to be picked off, one by one and they're going  to pick their teeth with your bones when they're done. So shoo! Look for  food elsewhere!"