The One Direction Games

Chapter Eight

Chapter 8

Kayli's POV

We check the Target where I became a group with them.

We look everywhere but can't find her. "She's not here," I say, grasping my knife, "She might be at Apple."

We go to the store and see the three of them laughing and partying.

I throw one of the five knives we brought in at none of them in particular.

It hits Samantha right in the heart and she falls.

Niyah is behind me, trying to keep from crying. Her face buried inside my back.

"What the?!" Jean yells.

Carla is behind her trying to see the girl behind me.

Jean runs around me and snatches Niyah, and runs everywhere.

Carla obviously gets a look at her sister.

Jean laughs evilly and flip outs a pocket knife, pinning down Niyah.

"Bye, hun. Hope ya had a nice life," she mocks. And falls over.

I notice Carla stabbed her in the back, right in the center.

"I'm sorry I ditched you. But you found my sister unharmed. Thank you." She says calmly.

We go back to the hotel in the room filled with food.

"Which boy is y'all's favorites?" Carla asks.

I shrug.

"Zayn..." Dianne says dreamily.

"How bout you?" She asks Niyah.

"I-I don't like them," she replies.

"Yeah but who's the cutest?" She takes out a big picture out of a bag. Where did she get that?

"Uhh... That one." She points to Niall.

"Ooohh!!!" She mocks and laughs.

"Mines Zayn." She smiles again.

"You wanna go... Meet the boys?" I ask. "Oh my god yes!!" Carla and Dianne shout.

I lead them to the building next door and show them the window. Harry got it fixed.

I knock on it and he answers by letting us in.

"You've brought more people," he says.

"What's your names?"

"Carla," and "Niyah."

"Would you like to meet the other boys?" Harry asks.

"Yes!" The girls whisper-cheer.

He quietly leads us down to another room.

"Well hello, Harry. Who are they?" Louis asks. "This is Niyah, Kayli, Carla, and Dianne," he motions to each of us.

He invites us in and notices Niyah immediately.

"Wow, you're small," he says, "how old are you?"

"I'm 13." She answers.

"But the age limit is 14-19.. Oh yeah, they told us they'd get just one girl younger and one girl older just to get more drama. I guess you're that younger girl."

"Wait, how many people are still alive?" I ask.

He flicks on the tv. "56. Three were taken out for night killing, but they haven't been taken out of the alive group yet. So 53 are in here."

"Oh looky here," the tv man says, look at that crowd. I think I see an alliance here."

He shows a screen with four different angles of a group of girls... Arena girls.

"I see at least 20 people in that group, Tav," he says to his cohost.

The group is a bunch of mean and nasty looking girls, looking like they've killed at least 2 people each and gripping a knife hard.

And they're leader....

Jean