Number Three

chapter three of live!

“Emma? Can I help look with you?” Candy asks me.

“Sure.” She's kind of getting annoying, I was hoping she'd make some friends. But there's no one of her age in our group... I wonder who she hates. I voice the question, “So... who do you hate?” I ask.

“Al.” Her little voice says, so full of menace I'm surprised.

“Why?”

“He. Raped. My. Sister.” She says, trembling, her face a dark red. “And I ratted him out. But there was no proof, because my sister was dying when I found her, she told me, but no one would believe me. But he hates me for almost getting him in jail.”

I'm shocked. I don't know what to say. And then I really don't when she bursts into tears. Thankfully I am saved when Al bursts through the bushes. “Shae just killed someone on the England team, and she found a shelter.”

Shae? Kill someone?! Ha! I'll believe it when I see it. We follow him, Candy steaming behind him, her hands clenching into tight fists, shooting daggers with her eyes. We get to a river with a cave near it a very yummy looking boy stands looking shocked at Shae. Shae stands, tears running down her cheeks, staring at a hulk on the ground.

“You don't understand! They were going to kill me!” She shouts at someone shouting at her.

“No we weren't! We were helping her, I swear! Now who are you going to believe, the murderer, or me, the handsome British guy?” Yummy says.

“How do we know you didn't do it!?” She screams at him.

“I'm not the one crying. And you admitted it yourself.”

“Yes! I killed him! But he was going to kill ME!” Her voice breaks when she points to the dead guy. His head is at an odd angle and his eyes stare up in a confused expression, like right before he died someone said something he didn't understand.

~

“Your idea is going wonderfully, my dear.” The woman says, curled up next to the writer for the show, watching the footage.

“Two deaths in less than a day, and one a murder! Brilliant, my dear, brilliant.”

“Thank you Genevieve, I appreciate your praise.” He replies, his eyes trailing down her body that twines around him. Covered by a white, fluffy robe, cinched at her tiny waist.

“I think you deserve a reward... I'm going to take a bath, care to join me?” She smirks. He gulps and gets up to follow her, she drops her robe and walks away.

~

Oh my god. I can't believe I killed him. His friends carry him away for a “funeral”. I'm not invited, but near it, where I can hear everything, I cry. I definitely cry more than anyone at the funeral. I'm not a murderer! It was self defense! I hear a crunching of twigs. I look up and through my blurry eyes I see it's Jerk Hot Guy.

“DON'T COME NEAR ME!” I scream.

“Jeez! I just came to apologize.”

“Apologize? You made me kill someone! I'll NEVER be able to forget that! You ruined me!” I say.

“Hey, it was your choice to kill him!”

“He was going to kill me!”

“Okay, you know what? Let's start over, I'm Nathan, call me Nat.”

“Shae.”I sniff.

“He was a bad guy, anyway, he was talking about raping you, before we jumped you, I figured if you got away, we might as well not do that, and that's a horrible thing to do to someone.”

“Oh my god, that a*****e!” I exclaim, maybe I shouldn't be so sorry. He was going to force me to have sex and then kill me.

“And to be honest, I didn't want to kill you, I only wanted the cave. You can have that.”

“Thanks. I think.”

“What did your team get for a supply?” He asks.

“Flint, you?”

“Clubs, for killing things.” He says, I wince at that, the guy I killed tried to brain me with the club. We sit there for a while, not saying much, though I'd love to hear him talk more. Nat leaves. The funeral is over and my group comes out, “Nat told us the truth, are you okay?” Al asks.

“Yeah, I'm fine, do you wanna go to the cave and see if the flint works?”

They nod and we walk toward the cave. We gather some dry brush and leaves along the way. We reach the cave and put all the kindling into a pile. I watch as Al bangs together two of the rocks, again and again and no spark erupts. We sit there for hours and one by one, we drift away, huddling next to each other for warmth.

Al even gives up. He walks over to Emma and cuddles her, Emma presses her butt up to him. Yet again, ugh. Everyone is asleep. How could I sleep when I just killed someone? He was trying to kill me! And even rape me! Didn't he deserve that? I absentmindedly pick up the two rocks and play with them in my hands. They slide against each other suddenly, knocking together and sliding at the same time. A big, bright spark flies into the air and lands on the kindling. I gaze, dumbfounded, at the smoldering brush. Quickly I get down on my hands and knees and blow into the kindling a small flame emerges and takes up more and more. Soon, I have a roaring fire.

People start to wake up from the unexpected heat and the loud popping sounds.

“Did you do that? How?” People ask. They sit around in a circle, watching in the light of the fire as I smash the rocks together, another spark leaps off and lands on Al's shirt.

“Sorry!” I mutter.

“Sorry? Don't be sorry! We have the biggest advantage in this game! Fire!”

Author's Note

reviews please! spelling and grammar is always appreciated!

Reviews

[Tegon Maus]

I think you need to fill in a few more details it reads like an out line. Good concept, poor flow

[Sylvana]

I don't particularly like Genevieve... but anyway great chapter. :D

[jennifer little]

great work loved it

[Abbie]

great chapter! this is a really good book so far! Can't wait to read more :)