Tobias

Tobias     Chapter Fifteen

I looked over at Sam. "What should we do?" I asked him. He looked terrified. I'm sure I did too. He shook his head and took off down one of the hallways. I sighed and went down the other knowing that sticking together would be wrong. People always die when they stay together in horror movies. I'd be better off alone…

The maze of hallways seemed to go on forever until I reached a big room, a door open at the other side of it.  "Sam?" I called, wondering if he could here.

There was the sound of metal being bumped or hit in the other room. I walked towards the door and saw Sam fumbling with something behind a table.

"Sam?" I said again. He didn't look up, kept fumbling with the object in his hands. I looked at the metal table in front of me and the black lock box. I lifted the lid and saw a black pistol sitting inside. Then Sam looked at me.

"Don't pick up that gun, Tobi," He said looking me dead in the eyes, lifting his gun pointing it at me.

"Sam, what are you doing?" I reached in slowly and wrapped my hand around the handle.

"I said don't pick it up!" He shouted, pulling the trigger. He missed, the bullet going into the wall behind me. He pulled the trigger again but there was just a clicking sound. Sam widened his eyes looking at me.

"Shoot him," Someone said into my ear. Sam's eyes were pleading at me, filling and spilling tears quickly.

I raised my gun and bit my lip, trying to hold in the cry I knew was coming. I had to kill one of my best friends. My hand was shaking and tears blurred my vision.

Sam closed his eyes as I blinked my vision clear again.

"Shoot him!" The voice said again, sounding irritated this time.

"I'm sorry, Sam." I said, my voice cracking. Sam broke down crying as I started to pull the trigger. I shot him in the hip, making Sam cry out and clutch at his hip. A door opened and I dropped the gun, it clattering to the floor, and dashed out.

The door shut behind me and I was lead down a hallway back to where I started.

I didn't realize I was crying until I could taste the salty water on my tongue. I first thing I had tasted in a few days. The door opened at the end of the hall opening to a room with my friends, empty trays in front of them.

"Tobi!" Zoe shouted throwing herself in my arms. I looked at Cam apologetically, the tears still spilling down my cheeks. His eyes filled with tears and he lowered his head to his hands, his body shaking with silent sobs. I buried my face into Zoe's wavy hair, smelling her comforting scent.

She held me tight as I let myself cry into her shoulder. Someone had gone to Cam and was comforting him as well. Mason sat silently in the corner staring at something  on the floor.

Gabri was holding his hand, rubbing it softly trying to comfort him. Cam had slowly gotten up, his fists clenched at his sides.

"You killed my brother?" He looked at me with cold, dark eyes. Zoe turned and looked at him.  I pushed Zoe away as Cam started breathing heavily. He reminded me of an agitated gorilla.

"He shot at me first, Cam." I raised my hands defensively.

"You killed my brother!" he screamed, getting up in my face. His breath smelled of tuna and burnt toast. I pushed him back a little, trying to get him out of my face. He raised a fist a socked me in the cheek. Alright then. Want to play rough? I can play rough.

I lifted my fist and hit him in the face, causing him to stumble back several feet.

 "Boys! Stop! What are you doing?!" Bria screamed from where Cam had been sitting. "You're friends! Friends don't fight each other!"

Cam wiped at a trail of blood coming from his mouth, his lip had been split. Nothing major.

"Yeah? Well we're not friends. Friends don't kill their friend's brother!" Cam spat at me in a hateful way.

"I had no choice!"

"There's always a choice, you mother f*****g liar!" Cam charged at me, aiming low as if to shoulder tackle me like we'd learned in football. I dodged out of the way and he ran into the concrete wall, knocking him out cold.

Bria screamed again as Cam collapsed, I grabbed Zoe and pulled her to the  corner sitting down with her. Zoe looked at me expectantly and I tried to ignore her for as long as I could.

"What?" I finally said, sighing.

"What's it like out there?" She gestured to the door.

"A maze."

"What about when you get through it?" She asked.

"Zoe, I really don't want to talk about it." She put her head on my shoulder.

"Okay, we don't have to. Just promise me you won't turn against me."

"Why would I do that?"

"Because that's what they want, they only feed us when two people are out for the room, they make friends try to kill each other. I just know they want to turn us against each other…" Zoe said, trailing off.