Unlucky #4

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Nothing could have prepared me for the sudden swish of air that flew by my ears; or the piercing scream that girl let out as the bag she was stuffed into was pushed down a black hole that appeared right there.

That girl that was numbered right after me had been chosen as this year's sacrifice.

There was chatter among the remaining lot as we watched the little minions run back into the darkness where the Master had once sat.

From my peripheral vision, I was able to see my own family cry out, but not from sadness. While the rest of the families was put down over the fact that their child wasn't chosen, mine had been praying to the Master that he wouldn't choose me.

It would seem that our prayers have been answered.

"There is an announcement to make." Our Elder held up his hands once more to get everybody's attention. "This year, our Master was unable to choose just one. It would see that these years of unsated hunger has made him crave more; therefore, one more sacrifice has been chosen to accompany the girl."

It felt like I had been punched in the gut, all the air in my lungs hitched. My legs began to tremble uncontrollably. It wouldn't shock me if my body decided to just give out right there; maybe then instead of possibly being chosen, I would be whisked away for medical purposes.

The room went silent once more, as we waited to hear who would be the 2nd person chosen tonight.

"No other girl was chosen." He announced quickly, the four other girls standing in the lot sprinted away from the center.

That left just 5 boys.

I had a 1 in 5 chance of getting chosen; that's a 20% chance. They are low but still possible.

"Congratulations..." Why is it a congrats? It should be an I'm sorry. This made me so angry. The elders were more than happy to put up their own children for this monster we call a Master. "#4."

There was no sack that was placed over me.

Instead, the black hole opened directly under me, causing my body to fall through. Just like the girl before me, my last word was a piercing scream.

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