Survival of the Unworthy: Living

Did you read Survival of the Unworthy’s prequel, Hide and I’ll Seek? Chapter 1 of Survival of the Unworthy is below.

Aston looked into his father eyes, the man who claimed to know him, the man who he was supposed to trust the most, and the man who always swore to protect him. But as Aston looked into his eyes for some reason, he just saw a stranger. Aston and his father Steve sat at their wooden table in their brightly lit kitchen eating cereal and drinking coffee.  The day was a good summer day but all Aston wanted to do was eat his cereal and work at the construction site that his father was in charge of fixing. He knew this was the best that his life was going to get after his high school year.  A life of eating soggy cereal and working on fixing buildings with a whole bunch of sweaty guys as he waits for his life to be over.  Aston could never do anything better because the only thought he ever had was about that day at Portland Valley High and the fear that he developed from it.

Steve looked at his son. He understood the burden that his son carried because of what Aston’s mother told him of that day. He just didn’t believe that Aston would never be the way he used to be. His prankster, always laughing, son rarely cracked a smile anymore. Ever since his son moved to Texas with him, all Aston did was eat, stare, and work at the construction site. He barely graduated high school because he never did his work and he would disagree with his teachers far too much. Steve was looking at the newspaper trying to avoid Aston’s eyes but he knew that he would have to do something for his son, eventually.

“Aston, Ms. Angie invited you and me to hang out with her and her daughter on Saturday. You want to go?” Steve asked his son. Angie was the woman who Aston father’s was currently dating. She had a daughter the same age as Aston. Steve wanted Aston to do something with his life. Aston stares at his father blankly not really caring about what Ms. Angie did or didn’t do. He knew Ms. Angie was scared of him.

“I’m okay Dad, just tell Ms. Angie I said, ‘no thanks’,”  Aston said with a bored tone. Aston didn’t want to hang out with anybody because then he’d have to talk to people and he didn’t want to share anything about his life. Steve began to get frustrated with his son.

“I can’t do this Aston! You don’t want to do anything and you don’t talk about anything. Son, you have yet to show any emotion ever since that… that day, not even bad emotions. You’re scaring everybody away even your mother,” Steve yelled at Aston. Aston looked at his father and stood up from the table.

“AND WHAT DO YOU SUPPOSE I DO, DAD! CRY ABOUT EVERYONE THAT DIED THAT DAY,  CRY ABOUT HOW I GOT SHOT TWICE THAT DAY, CRY ABOUT BEING SCARED AND AFRAID OF ACTUALLY TALKING TO PEOPLE BECAUSE I CAN’T TRUST ANYBODY OR CRY ABOUT HOW MY MOTHER WON’T EVEN LOOK AT  ME BECAUSE SHE IS SCARED OF HER SON AND CAN’T RECOGNIZE HIM?!” Aston yelled.

“Exactly, where is the son that I used to know?” Steve said calmly surprised at how Aston reacted. “You need to talk to someone about what happen or it’ll be stuck on your mind and you will harm yourself or even worse…”

“Dad, it doesn’t matter what I do.” Aston interrupted. “It will always be there. The Aston that you used to know, doesn’t exist so you might as well leave it alone. I’m sorry, I’m such a disappointment and a burden,” Aston left the kitchen leaving his father tear-eyed.

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Roxie gives up and Mr. Boris points his gun to Roxie’s head. Tears run down Roxie’s eyes as she closes them. She knows this is her last day, last hour, and last-minute. Roxie hears the gunshot knowing what comes after. Expecting Mr. Boris to be dead, she opens her eyes believing to see the police officer that saved her life that day at Portland Valley High, but what she finds is Mr. Boris still pointing the gun in front of her head. She sees Warren at her left side with the gun pressed upon her forehead. Roxie breathed intensely, starting to hyperventilate. Why isn’t Mr. Boris dead?  Roxie hears another gunshot and her left shoulder starts to burn. She looks to see blood spill from the bullet wound in her shoulder. Then She looks up at Warren and sees his devious smile. She hears a second gunshot and her upper chest begins to ache. She screams, screams for help but nobody helps her. Mr. Boris’ gun is smoking and still pointed in Roxie’s direction. Roxie screams, “No!” But he not listening. Why isn’t she dead yet? Mr. Boris begins moving towards Warren when Roxie notices a shadow coming her way. She screams help but when she sees the shadow, she notices who the shadow is and knows there is no hope of getting out of this. The silhouette comes in front of Roxie and stabs her directly in the chest through her bullet wound. Then the silhouette places its mouth upon her ear.

“I’m coming,” it whispers and then shows its face. Mace. Mace then twists the knife in Roxie’s chest.

Roxie woke up gasping for air after her nightmare. She sat up in her bed and looked around her room for anything suspicious.

“Roxie, Baby what’s wrong?” Roxie boyfriend Michael asked. Michael sat up from the bed and grabbed Roxie’s waist. Roxie couldn’t seem to answer her boyfriend, the dreams she had felt so real and she was so stunned from it. Michael began to call Roxie’s name but she didn’t answer. Roxie felt on her chest and shoulder to see if they were bleeding but felt nothing. She sighed in relief and then got out of the bed. She looked at her boyfriend Michael, he looked worried.

“I’m okay. I had a bad dream, that’s all,” Roxie finally replied before Michael could say anything else. Roxie sped walked to the bathroom. She looked at herself in the mirror. Roxie didn’t even look the same from a year ago. Roxie had dyed her brown hair to a pitched black.  She never wore her hair curly and long anymore, only short and straight. Her usual smile that she used to wear was replaced with a stern look. Lastly, her eyes that used to light up the room was now dulled and mysterious.

Roxie stared at her two tattoos. She got her tattoos when she came to California, one tattoo was a flower blooming on the inner part of her arm. Her second was a huge tattoo that went from her left shoulder and swirled around her body to her right knee that quoted, “20 people dead. One thing I can prove is I don’t need saving, what I need is to face my long-awaited death.”

Roxie knew she changed but she didn’t know how to change back and she didn’t want to. Roxie knew that the only thing she would ever think about is that day. She walked back into her bedroom to see Michael getting dressed for work.  He worked as a mechanic at a little mechanic shop while he paid for college. Roxie moved into his apartment with him because UCLA didn’t pay for her room and board anymore.

As she looked at Michael, she didn’t know if she loved him or not.  She knew the reason she started dating him was because of his looks. He had perfect, smooth, curly hair that only covered the top of his head, dark chocolate-brown eyes, he was tall, and muscular. He had the nonchalant attitude that she was looking for at the time and he had caramel skin just like her. As the months gone by, he started losing the nonchalant attitude and started to care for her. She didn’t like that because he started asking questions about her life and about her parents. He found out about that day and confronted her, too. But she blew it off and exploded on him for bringing it up. He never brought it up again and she was glad he didn’t. She knew she like Michael because he was cool and was there for her, but that was it. She didn’t love him at all.

“Do you want to go with me to the shop today?” Michael asked. She smiled at him.

“No, I rather not be around people today,” she replied.

“Baby, I’m worried about you. For the past month, you haven’t wanted to see anybody. You keep waking up gasping for air, you’re on academic probation at UCLA, and you look at me like something wrong. Are you okay? Is it because of that day?”

Roxie looked at him with such anger and disdain. She didn’t want to be mad at him but that day, thinking about that day made her angry.

“I don’t want to talk about this,” Roxie whispered.

“You’re going to have to talk about this sooner or later. If not me, then a therapist, our adviser at school, your aunt…SOMEBODY!” Roxie was beyond pissed now. So pissed that she threw her alarm clock at the mirror and broke the glass.

“I DON’T NEED HELP AND I DON’T NEED TO TALK TO SOMEONE! DON’T EVER TALK ABOUT THAT DAY AGAIN!” Roxie yells. She was breathing hard and Michael just gave her a startled look. Roxie looked at the mirror, broken glass everywhere and then she ran into the bathroom.

Roxie looked at herself in the mirror again and sobbed.

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Hide and I’ll Seek Part II: Survival of the Unworthy Introduction

In Portland, Oregon, May 2012, two juniors, Roxie and Aston, were able to escape with their life from three psycho killers, Warren, Mace, and  Portland Valley High’s Guidance Counselor, Mr.Boris. After the death of 20 people, Roxie and Aston have finally escaped, but did they survive? Living miles away from each other , with Aston living in Texas, and Roxie living in Sunny California, The two should finally be able to have peace but for some reason the two can never forget the events that took place at Portland Valley High that day. They dwell on the past and frighten their families so much that the people they love send them to a camp to discuss their problems at HereWood Recovery Camp. Roxie and Aston are now forced to talk about that day with others that suffer just like them, and it scares them to have to discuss their problems.

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Soon talking about their problems won’t be the only thing that they have to deal with. There’s another game. Roxie and Aston, are again the main characters. This time the game is based on revenge and we all know who is out to get them, Mace.  With new players they can’t trust and a new dangerous location, Aston and Roxie need each other more than ever. One thing that is different about this game is that it’s not about saving and finding others, it’s all about surviving.

Hide and I’ll Seek: Vindicated

Aston looked at Mace in the corner of his eye with shock. She had a gun pointed to the side of his forehead. He turned to face her. She looked horrible. She had patches of bald spots in her hair, dried up blood on her arm, her face, and legs but somehow the most horrible thing Aston could see on her was her smile. Her smile was so devious.

“Mace, What?…when?…Why are you doing this?” Aston said. He didn’t even know what to think. I mean she used to talk about hurting people in the school, but he definitely remembers her not doing anything about it until now.

“Aston, Aston, Aston, so courageous but so stupid. Do you know how much I had to suffer in this school for three years? Warren and I?” She pointed to Warren when she said that and I notice that Warren had his gun up to Roxie head. For some reason, Roxie didn’t look as terrified. “Our parents don’t care for us and never did. They treat us like animals. My mother went crazy, she has been on suicide watch for three years. Plus my father doesn’t love me. He doesn’t even want to see me so I decide to do something that makes them feel horrible for how they had treated me. I going to show them how crazy a child can get when they are left alone.”

Aston stared at Mace and finally realizes how insane this girl is.

“Mace, do you realize how mess up that is? You and your little crew over there killed about 20 people tonight just so you can get back at your parents?” Aston asked furiously to Mace. Mace laughed and her laugh was so sinister that Aston had to back up a bit. Mace stopped laughing and uses the clip to place the bullets in her gun. Aston had so many feeling going through his system; he was afraid, angry, hurt and detached. Aston thought it might have been his time so he closed his eyes.

“So the people who were after us the entire night was Mace, Warren and some creep guy? The main question here  is who can the creep be?” Aston heard Roxie say.  Mace took the gun off Aston’s head and walk towards the other side of Aston where Roxie was. “Aston, I don’t know why it took me this long to find out. There is only one mutual friend that Mace and Warren have in common.”

Aston thought to himself, Who can it be? And then it all came back to him. He remembered when Mace used to say Warren and her always had to meet with the guidance counselor. He remembered her saying how her guidance counselor always wanted her to talk about her parents.

“Mr. Boris?” Aston yelled out and the creep took of his mask.

“Wow, Roxie you are so smart. It’s just sad that you’re too late.” The creep, who was now revealed as Mr. Boris, said.

“Well done with corrupting their minds! Your job was to help them work on their struggles that they had with their parents. Instead you encouraged them into becoming psychopaths .” Roxie yelled at Mr. Boris. Mr. Boris had a devious smile on his face, similar to what Mace had.

“I didn’t do this to them, they were meant to become what they are today. You can’t repair a mind that’s already broken, nobody helped me with mines. I had the worst family, my father left my mother with five children. My mother was a drug addict, addicted to PCP where I saw her cut out my brother and sister own tongues. The people in my community called me names and didn’t want to hang around me because of my mother. They threw things at me, called me names, and would beat me every day. She ruined my life! I had to change what was happening to me. So one day when she was high, I decided I couldn’t take it anymore. I told her I wanted to play a game. Yes, she played the game, alright. The game had its rules. She had to go in the house and search for all of the lighters she had in laying around the house. She knew exactly where all of them were. They were all in the kitchen draw. I told her if she finds them, she can have some of my cigarettes. She went to the house and grabbed each of her lighters. I left the cigarettes on the kitchen table but what she didn’t know is that I disconnected the gas to the stove. She burned that day alive and I watch my house crumble. I never regretted it. I’ve helped every student that has come to me their problems. Especially those with issues similar to mine. I’ve worked at five schools and none of my students have gotten caught. There has never been any survivors.”   Mr. Boris and Warren pointed the gun at Roxie. Aston didn’t make a sound but he knew what he was going to do. He snatch Mace’s gun and shot her in the leg. Mace screamed and fell to the ground. Mr. Boris and Warren looked at Mace while Aston grabbed Roxie by the hand so they could run.

Mr. Boris started shooting at them but they ran fast enough to be out of the tunnels light. Aston and Roxie tried to run as fast as he can but Roxie could barely run because of her twisted angle, Aston blood was leaking by the second and he was becoming a little droopy, and they couldn’t see where they were going.

“Roxie, do you still have your little flashlight?” Aston slurred his whisper.  Aston could hear Roxie feeling on her leg and then he felt something fall into his hand. Before he turned the flashlight on, he had smelled the worst stench he had ever smelled.

“Roxie, do you smell that?” Aston asked. He turned on the flashlight and Aston saw 12 dead bodies and rats eating the guts. Roxie covered her mouth and Aston just threw up.

“Roxie, we have to walk around it so we can get out of here,” Aston said.

“I rather die,” Roxie said, but then Aston grabbed her arm with his one good arm and walked around the rats. The rats weren’t bothering them at all. They just enjoyed the meal that was presented to them. Aston flashed the light on the bodies. The tunnel straight ahead was completely dark.

“Roxie, look! It’s a cell phone,” Aston said. The cell phone was near a puddle of blood with rats everywhere. He shushes the rats away and reaches through the blood for the cell phone. Then he recognizes the person that was dead. She died tonight when the shooting massacre happened. The cell phone had 2 bars for battery life but no reception. Maybe it was because they were in a tunnel. Aston gave Roxie the flashlight while he used the cell phone searching for bars. They walk through the tunnel but Aston couldn’t get anything, no reception at all. He finally got a faint reception but he needed to get to higher ground.

“Aston, look there’s a tunnel opening and a ladder.” Roxie announced. He saw the ladder and the tunnel. The ladder was a little high to reach and he knew he couldn’t lift up Roxie with one arm so he started climbing the ladder.

“Shine the flashlight on me,” Aston said. She did what he told her but she couldn’t hold a steady grip. The flashlight kept on moving. Aston saw that he was getting more bars when he climbed higher. He finally had enough bars to call the police. He dialed 911. The phone rang for at least 5 times.

“Hello 911, what’s your emergency?” the lady asked with a nosily voice.

“Hello,can you please help us. We are being chase in an underground tunnel by three serial killers. They killed many people at Portland Valley High, and they are still chasing us. We don’t know where we are but we have to be somewhere near Chinatown.” Aston shouted.

“Wait, sir. I’m going to try to locate your call.”

“Hurry because they are coming after—.” Aston didn’t get to finish because he got shot in his hand and he fell to the ground. He fell unconscious. Roxie ran to him when she saw Warren and Mr. Boris walking towards her.

“It’s a shame you couldn’t have joined us, Roxie. Your family is just as messed up as ours but–,” Mr. Boris said as he stepped on the cell phone.

“Killing people isn’t right. I’ve learned from my parents mistakes,” Roxie said confidently.

“Well, you’re mother is a prostitute and your father’s a drunk. They killed your brother but the social worker kept you in their custody. They deserved to die more than you, you can join us, get rid of that frustration and make them pay for your brother.”

Roxie didn’t say anything. Roxie was slowly reaching for the gun that Aston had in his pocket but it wouldn’t come out. Roxie gave up and Mr. Boris put his gun up to Roxie’s head. Tears went down Roxie’s eyes and she begins to close them. Roxie heard a gunshot thinking she was dead but then she heard a body drop.

“Hands in the air! Put your hands in the air now!” A stern voice yelled.  Roxie’s opened her eyes and saw all of the flashlights and guns. It was the police! The police shot Mr. Boris in the back and was handcuffing Warren.

“Excuse me miss, are you and your friend alright?” The police officer said.

“If you can get us to a hospital, we will be.” Roxie said with a smile and she finally breathed out a sigh or relief. She looked at the police officer’s cell phone on the side of his belt.

6am

(8 months later)

Roxie was coming home for her winter break in UCLA. She didn’t want to come back here. It brings so many memories that she wanted to forget. She didn’t want to see her mother and father, any of her dead friends, and she never wanted to step in Portland Valley High school, again. She went where any college student would go on their winter break: the mall.

She walked in the mall. It was empty even though it was around Christmas time. Maybe it was because she was there at exactly when it opened, 10am on Wednesday morning. She looked in the stores but didn’t buy anything. She didn’t want to be here in Portland but it was all for her aunt. She was in the food court when she saw somebody that she never thought she would see again. It was Aston. He spotted her too and stared at her from across the food court. Ever since that unforgettable day, Aston moved with his father in Texas. Roxie heard he was trying to convince his mother to move down there, too. Aston walked over to Roxie, and Roxie walked closer to Aston.

“Hey,” Aston said. He gave her a hug. She started the hug jumpy and frightened. But then she thought of Aston as that person who protected her and she sank into his arms. They separated and Roxie looked at his hand to see that the bullet wound from that night was still imprinted on his skin.

“Hopefully, we can finally have peace.” Aston said but he sounded hesitant because both of them still knew one was still out there, and they probably would never have peace until that person was dead.

Mace 

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Hide and I’ll Seek: Lost

Aston looked out of the corner and saw that the machine gun on the wall was out of bullets. He crawled out of the corner, where he was hiding, because he didn’t really know if the machine guns would come on or not. He had to find Roxie and they had to get out of the school. He wanted to save Mace but there was no chance he was even going to survive the next two riddles. He barely survived this one.

Aston headed for the door that he saw Warren and Roxie leave out of. He felt some water or some sort of liquid on the floor. He looked down and saw a lot of blood on the ground that was now on his hands. He felt like he was going to throw up again, and he knew after today that his appetite would never be the same again. He stood up and look around to see if anybody was still alive. Sadly, they were all dead. Aston couldn’t even cry anymore. He just left the gym.

Aston went into the hallway and he felt completely alone. He always had Roxie with him and now he was truly alone. He didn’t know where she was, and she didn’t even know if she was still alive but he wouldn’t give up on her. As he walked around the school he thought of ways that he could get out of the school.

He heard a noise in the hallway, like a scream. He look in front of him and in back to see if he saw anybody. He heard the screaming again. Aston was freaked out. He started walking faster until her heard the screaming again from the intercom. The screaming was getting louder and louder. Balls started falling from the ceiling, and this time, they were falling everywhere. The balls were even falling from the corners of the hall. He tumbled his way through the hall and the balls kept on coming. Then the lights began to blink on and off again. Aston was struggling, everything was now amped up: the balls were hitting faster and harder, the screaming continued to get louder, and the lights were blinking faster. Aston couldn’t take it anymore. He went to a classroom door to see if it was unlocked. He opens the door and runs into the room. It was dark and he still heard the screams, but his eyes and his body felt much better.

“Hello?” Somebody called out. Aston walks more into the room to see who it was.

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“ Warren! Warren! WARREN! Please put me down!” Roxie said as she beat on Warren back. Warren didn’t listen but she could hear him cursing.

Roxie thought I should be the one that’s angry. I’m getting carried to God Knows where and I’ve shot a person minutes ago.

Warren opens the door to the classroom and threw Roxie on the floor. Roxie fell face first and she hit her head. Roxie yelped in pain. She turned around to see Warren smiling over top of her.

“You’re gorgeous Roxie, Do you know that?” Warren asked Roxie as he gets on top of her. She turned her face in disgust. She didn’t want to face him. He yanked her face back towards his so she can look him in the eyes. He pulled her face with one hand and had the gun in the other.

“It’s a shame that you had stayed after school. You could have left but now I have to kill you. Roxie, this is just business and I’m sorry it had to be you.” He said trying to sound sincere but Roxie sees it as bull crap. He pointed the gun to her head. Roxie just looked at him. He smiled and then she kneed him in the privates. Warren let go of the gun and fell to her side. Roxie pushed the gun in the corner, got up, and ran out of the classroom.  The balls were falling, the screaming was coming through the intercom and the lights are flicking on and off. Roxie tried to run as fast but she couldn’t the balls were pulling her down.

She heard a huge slam and she ran as fast as she could. There was no way she was going to go back. She look back to see if she was being followed, and out of nowhere, she fell into a hole. She landed on her feet but something crack in her ankle. She screamed but then she covered her mouth. She didn’t want Warren to hear where she was. She heard footsteps and saw a shadow at the top of the hole. She hid more into the corner of the hole making sure she wasn’t seen. The shadow began to walk forward, away from the hole.

Roxie breathed out. She turned on her little flashlight and looked at her ankle. The bone wasn’t out of place but it was swollen. She tried to walk but it hurt. She pointed the flashlight forward to see if anything was in the hole with her and notices it is a tunnel. She walked forward but she stepped on something. She looked down and saw bodies. She covered her mouth so she wouldn’t scream but she knew this was foul.

Roxie thought this might be a way out of here.

She wanted to walk through the tunnel but instead she had to go back into the school. She had to find someone first.

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Hide and I’ll Seek: Trust

Warren, Aston, and Roxie walked into the gym to find one spotlight lit up in the middle. In the middle, they saw a table that was covered with a red table-cloth. Warren went over there to see what was on the table.

“You have to come see this,” Warren told Aston and Roxie. Aston and Roxie didn’t want to trust Warren but they had to play along as if they were all working together. Aston and Roxie walked over to the table holding hands, not letting go of each other. They walked over to find a pistol on a white plate. On the borders of the plate were five bullets.

“What do you think he wants us to do?” Aston whispered to Roxie. Roxie shook her head as if she didn’t know but she had an idea.

“Turn on the lights,” The creep announced on the intercom. The lights came on and Aston and Roxie saw six people hanged from the gym’s ceiling and six people on the ground chained up by their hands and feet.

“Anybody ever heard of a game called Russian roulette? It’s really easy and it’s a game of chance. You spend the revolver and if it lands on you, you have to put the trigger to your head. One person in the game will die but who might that person be?” the creep explained.

Roxie thought, this guy was twisted and crazy.

“There’s a twist to the game. Roxie, Aston, and Warren will be spinning the pistol and pulling the its trigger.  Each time they pull the trigger, there will be a chance that our people up top will fall to their death. The game is mandatory. If Warren, Roxie, and Aston decide to not play this game, then these twelve people will die. Let the games begin. The order will be Roxie, Warren, and Aston.”

Aston and Warren looked at Roxie to see if she was going to do something. She just stares in shock. When five minutes had passed and nothing happen, one person dropped from the ceiling. They were dead instantly.

“You should start, Roxie, or another person will drop.” The creep announced. Roxie looked at the body and decided to spend the gun. The people sitting on the floor were positioned in a circle around the plate where the gun was turning. The gun had stop on a boy in the left corner. Roxie grabbed the gun, her hands was shaking. She walked towards the boy and pointed the gun at his face.

“Roxie, put the gun on his forehead.” The creep announced on the intercom. Roxie continued to shake as she kneeled down and put the gun on his forehead. Roxie closed her eyes and pushes the trigger. Nothing, the boy was saved. Roxie breathed out and put the gun back on the plate.

“Warren, your turn.” The creep said. Warren breathed in, out, and then spin the gun. Roxie knew he was just trying to play the victim so she watches him pay along. The gun landed in the middle, facing a girl this time. Roxie could see the girl shaking from the middle of the gym. Warren walks slowly towards the girl, presses the gun to her forehead and then pulled the trigger, nothing again. Aston looks up to see if anybody was going to fall but everybody was still holding on.

“Aston, your turn and then it goes back to Roxie.”

Aston closed his eyes and spun the gun. The gun landed on the same girl who Warren had. Aston felt sorry for the girl and all the other people in this crazy game. Aston went up to the girl. He didn’t kneel down but he looked at her.

“Trust me.” He mouthed. She had tears going down her cheeks. Aston kneeled down, put the gun on her forehead, closed his eyes and pulled the trigger. Nothing happened, it was another blank trigger. Aston smiled to himself as he walked the gun back to the table. Before he got to the table, a body fell right in front of him. He screamed and jumped.

“Aston, put the gun on the table,” The creep said. Aston stepped over the dead body and put the gun on the plate. Before the creep announced that it was Roxie’s turn, Roxie was already spinning the gun. The gun landed on somebody on the far right corner next to the door. Roxie went over, she put the gun to the girl’s forehead.

“Sorry.”  She mouthed. She held the gun with both of her hands and then pulled the trigger.  Blood splattered everywhere. The blood was on Roxie face and her mouth. The blood was all over the girl’s forehead. Roxie put the gun down, looked at the girl, and started to cry.

Aston was about to go over to Roxie to comfort her until he looked up and saw that there weren’t only people hanging from the ceiling. There was also machine guns on the walls. As soon as Aston looked at them, they were pointed at Aston and Roxie.

“Roxie!” Aston yelled. Roxie look at him. “Run!”

As Roxie got up, the gun that was pointed at Aston went off.  Aston ran in the corner where the gun wasn’t able to reach him.

“Aston!” Roxie yelled.  She was going after Aston until Warren had tackled her and threw her over his shoulders. Then ran out of the gym with her dangling around his back.

“Roxie!”

Aston saw her get carried out and he couldn’t do anything about it because he was stuck in a corner. Aston knew that he had to get out of there, fast.

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Hide and I’ll Seek: Strange

Black shirt and blue jeans, he might as well have said Black or Latino person, Roxie thought. It was such a broad description.

They had about four more minutes to look for this person. Roxie and Aston were in the cafeteria pacing back and forth. Aston stared at Roxie with frightened eyes.

“I have to get Mace back. So we need to at least try to find her,” Aston said to Roxie. Roxie was looking more tired and stressed out than ever. Roxie cursed.

“I’m trying the best I can, Aston, but I have seen and heard six people killed tonight. I have been up since 4am yesterday morning. I’m tired and I’m scared. All I wanna do is go home. I know you want to find Mace, but I can’t take this anymore,” Roxie whined. Tears were finally flowing down her eyes. She fell to the ground and sobbed quietly.

Aston was pretty jumpy because of the amount time. He kneeled down and grabbed her face.

“You can’t crack Roxie. I need you and you need me. Roxie, you are stronger than me and we both need to put our heads together to save these people…ok?” Aston said. Aston didn’t like seeing Roxie upset especially since this was the first time she has broken down in front of him like this.

“Wait! Have you noticed that all the people who he’s been killing has been in Mr. Gliden’s class?” Roxie asked.

“No, not until now,” Aston replied.

“So think about it. Remember, in class, when we said that black people look good in white and white people look good in black? So this person started wearing black all the time?”

“Warren!” Both said in unison.

“But where could he be?” Aston asked.

“We should check the locker rooms again.”

Aston got up off the floor and then helped Roxie. They ran into the library to get the keys. They ran back out and then towards the locker room. Roxie was thinking, why wasn’t anything happening to them. Usually the light would be flickering on and off and something would be falling from the ceiling, but there was nothing.

Instead of entering the girls’ locker room, they went to the boys’. Aston turned on Roxie’s flashlight.

“Warren! Warren!” Roxie and Aston called out. They looked all around the locker room but they couldn’t find him.

“He’s not in here,” Aston yelled.  Aston was thinking there was probably only one minute left and he might not even make it to the same room Warren was in.

“Okay, where are the some other places that Warren would be?” Roxie asked.

“His classes,” Aston said.

“No, too obvious. There are only two classes I know he has and that’s because we have those classes together.”

“Hold up. Before they go to their first class and practice, the football team goes to see Coach Green. Coach Green teaches biology upstairs in room 209.”

Roxie and Aston ran towards Coach Green’s room. They still wasn’t any screaming, nothing falling from the ceiling or anything.

It’s probably over five minutes Roxie thought.

They ran to room 209. Aston checked to see if the door was locked but it was open. They walked in, turned on Roxie’s flashlight, and saw Warren lying on his back, locked in chains with tape across his mouth. He looked up and saw Aston and Roxie. He jerked around. Aston went over there with the key.

“10.9.8.7.” The creep continued to countdown.  Aston had Warren out by the time the creep got to six.

“Thanks, man,” Warren said to Aston. He walked over to Roxie and lifts her from the floor and gave her a big hug. Roxie face was in shock but she hugged him back.

“Good Job, Roxie and Aston. Three more people to save until you can save Mace,” The creep announce on the intercom.

“Just tell us what we have to do next.” Roxie said. She was rubbing her eyes and yawning. How was she sleepy at a time like this? Aston looked at her and he knew she was going to pass out soon. So it would be better if they got this done sooner than later.

“Patience Roxie. The riddle isn’t ready yet.”

“What?” she asked the creep but he didn’t say anything more. Warren and Aston watched Roxie. Roxie was getting angry and cranky. Roxie threw a book on the desk across the room.

“What now?” Roxie asked.

“I guess we wait,” Aston asked. She sat down in a chair and put her head down on the desk.

“I’m going to go to the locker room. I have a flashlight,” Warren said. He walked towards the door.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Aston added.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be fine.”

Aston let Warren go. This time it wouldn’t be his fault if Warren died. Aston didn’t have the patience anymore and he was too tired. Roxie put her head up and walked to the door to look out the window. The hallway only had a few lights on so he didn’t know if she could see anything anyway. She walked up to Aston and got close enough to be inches away from his face. Then she grabbed him by the sides of his face. They were so close that Aston thought they were going to kiss. He was about to say something but she put her finger on his lips.

“Don’t talk, just listen and follow.” Roxie whispered to Aston. Then she kissed Aston and with no surprise he kissed her back. It was a long kiss, too. Roxie slowly pulled away but she was still lingered close to his face.

“I think Warren’s working with the creep because why would it be that easy to save Warren but so hard to save everybody else?” Roxie whispered. Aston understood what she was coming from. He knew that they had more than five minutes to save him and there was no trouble finding him at all. The door was unlocked, the lights were on, there was no screaming, and no traps.

Aston was about to say something but she kissed him again. She grabbed his face harder and pull away.

“Don’t say anything, you are facing the camera. You say anything and he’ll know that we know. We just have to keep our cool and think of a way to get out of here.” Roxie pulled away and then put her head back on the desk. Aston look up and saw a camera right across from where he was sitting.

Five minutes later, Warren was back in the room.

“Got the flashlight,” Warren said. Aston just nodded. Roxie picked her head up and smiled at Warren.

“Did you take a nap?” Warren asked Roxie.

“Yep, now I’m full of energy and ready for anything,” Roxie said. She saw Warren smile quiver a bit but then he smile harder. Roxie turned to Aston to prove her point but he knew. Warren was working with the bad guy.

“Aston, Roxie, and Warren move to the gym.” The creep announced. Roxie thought it was strange that he was telling them to go somewhere. Warren began to walk out the room.

“You guys coming?” Warren asked. Aston and Roxie just nodded. Both of them were shaking. Warren walked out the door. Aston and Roxie held hands and followed Warren to the gym.

© Kendyl Walker and Hide and I’ll Seek, 2012. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to Kendyl Walker and Hide and I’ll Seek with appropriate and specific direction to the original content.

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Hide and I’ll Seek by Kendyl Walker is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License.