Murder in the Dark

Murder in the Dark 2

Thanks everyone who is reading this! I actually already have it all written out from an app on my iPhone.  However, I'm adding and improing it a lot, so I hope you enjoy it!  Feel free to comment or write me a message.  I love talking to people! :) Well here's the next part of the story!

             I turned around to stare the murderer in the face, trying to hide my face in the shadows, because I didn't want the person to know my identity.

            "Got you," Jason smirked. I glared at him out of the corner of my eye, releasing my full fury in that one blazing look.  If only looks could kill... However, not even my intense anger could change how cute Jason looked standing there.  Jason was tall for his age- about 6'2" I think. Of course, how would I know other than from a casual glance?  Stalker is definitely not my style.  Besides, if I wanted to stalk someone (which I don't!), I would definitely not follow around Jason the "perfect guy".   I shook my head, annoyed at the direction my thoughts were taking me.  Unfortunately, the movement of my head gave Jason the smallest glimpse of my face; but it was enough.

            "Jess?" Jason asked, surprise emerging from his light blue eyes.  A deep blue lined the edges of them, that made people not want to look away.  But I did, not wanting to fall under their hypnotic spell.

            "What's it to you?" I grumbled.

            Jason grinned, slightly while cocking his head.  "Oh, nothing.  I've just heard that you're unbeatable at this game," he answered, running his hand through his ruffled blonde hair.  It stood out in the darkness, so he quickly pulled up the hood on his hoody, letting him almost vanish into the darkness.  I always wondered if he dyed his hair blonde.  After all, the roots were brown, so it's possible right?

            "I am.  Just you wait and we'll see who gets who next!" I shot back at him.

            Justin rolled his eyes and shrugged, innocently. "Jeez it's just a game."

            I glared at him and stalked away, hearing him chuckle as I left. Enraged, I had no desire to face the other players, so I slunk towards the bathroom which both the dead and the living were allowed access. I swung open the door, glad to find it tenantless. I leaned up against the wall and slid to the bottom slowly, grateful for the light. I hated dying, even if it was just a game. The game was called Murder in the Dark. My school would occasionally have parties and open up the school for a massive game of Murder in the Dark.  Since my school is three stories high, it can get VERY intense. At 10:00 at night without any lights on, save for the ones in bathrooms and one lone room, darkness dominates. One person is appointed the "murderer" and everyone runs to hide anywhere in the school. The murderer leaves his refuge to find everyone and "kill them." The simple words, "You're dead" kills anyone within a ten foot radius.  Of course the murderer has to see them though. Dead people hang out in a room set apart for them till the game is done, something I didn't want to do. Meanwhile, the murderer will have hidden the first person he killed (otherwise known as the first victim), and it's everyone's job to find him/her before the murderer kills a majority of the citizens. It's a fun game... until you get killed.

            I stood up and looked in the mirror. I was surprised at the indignation and resentment pouring from my eyes. My long, curly brown hair fell over my shoulders in a tangled mess, and my bright grey eyes glared at me in defiance. I like my eyes.  Specks of green are spotted throughout the irises, and they clearly show my defiant and independent personality.  Being a sporty girl, I'm very competitive.  No one tells me what to do, and I don't like getting beaten at anything. That was why I had to have my revenge.