Songs for this chapter:
To build a home - The Cinema Orchestra (This song is really good, you should defiantly hear that)
Say something - A Great Big World ft. Christina Arguilera
Stay With Me - Sam Smith

I close my eyes, taking a deep breath and place my hands on the couch. This is it. This is what we have been training for; this is what I have been training for. I just don’t know if I’m ready yet, but then again; who are? Who are ready to become a serial killer, who’s only target is to survive. It’s kill or be killed, and that’s probably the only thing, keeping people going in this sick game. I know that I wont be able to win this game; I’m not strong or intelligent enough. It’s a person like Zayn who will win. Zayn. Just hearing his name make my head cloudy. Ever since our kiss, my feelings for him has grown. But I know, we can never be together. In this game, there’s one winner. One. One person to survive, one person to be free. One last string in this cobweb.
“You okay?” Somebody asks behind me, making me open my eyes, looking up. It’s Zayn, I should have known. Who else would be in our apartment?
“Yeah, just thinking,” I say, straightening my shirt.
“About the game?” He asks.
“About everything” I answer honestly.
“I can’t believe today is the day,” He says, and look straight into my eyes. I realize how close we are. I can feel his hot breath on my skin. He’s taller than me, so I have to look up to find his deep eyes.
“I know. I can’t believe I’m about to witness the first day off the end,” I say, and feel my eyes beginning to water.
“Hey, I won’t let anything happened to you. We’re in this together, remember that. I’m going to protect you,” He says, and his gaze falling to my lips.
“You and I both know that I’m not ready for this,” I say, and take a small step away from him.
“Listen,” He says, and step’s towards me, placing his hand under my chin, making me face him, “none of us are ready, but you have to do this. Not only because off survival, but because of your mom. They toke her away from you and your siblings, don’t let them take you too.” He whispers the last part, still having his hand under my chin.
Our noses are nearly touching, our eyes locked together. My gaze finds his lips. I have to feel them one last time, feel good one last time. I close my eyes, and lean in. Our lips find each other quickly, and I feel fireworks interrupt in my stomach. This must be what happiness feels like.
His lips are soft and gentle, gently massaging mine. He licks my bottom lip, asking for entrance. I gladly let him in, his tongue quickly finding mine, making them move dance.
A knock on the door interrupts our kiss. We quickly pull apart, Zayn walking over to the door, and opening it. Two men comes in, both in uniform. The first one walks over to Zayn, the next one coming over to me. He steps behind me, grapping my arms, holding them in a strong lock behind my back. I flinch in pain, but he just hold them tighter. I close my eyes hard, and feel small tears rolling down my checks.
“Move,” The guard holding me sternly says, and push me forward.
“Hey, let her go,” Zayn screams beside me, also being hold in a lock.
“Shut up, you prick,” The man holding me says, pushing me through the door. I look around seeing all off the other contestants getting the same treatment. The guard leads me into one off the lifts, only me and him in there.
“Let me go,” I say, and try to wiggle out off his grip.
“Shut up you bitch,” he says, and throws me onto the floor. Before I can think about it, he has started to kick me, making tears poor down my checks. He grasp my arms, and pull me up, making me once again stand in front of him, him having a solid grip on my hands. The lift-doors open, and he pushes me out side.
I get lead outside, the other contestants walking behind me. I get showed into a train, and get shown to a seat. The train is also one big dollar sign. The seats are big, with lots and lots of foot space. There’s big tables filled with food, and everything looks expensive. There’s twelve seats pr. Carriage, and from what I can see, Zayn isn’t in here. The seats are sat in a square, two seats on each side, facing ach other. I suck it up, and stop crying, whipping my tearstained checks. Next to me is some curly headed guy, and across from me is Louis and Camille. I’m glad I sit with Lou and Camille, since I already know them, and the curly lad seem to be good friends with Lou.
“Hi, I’m Harry,” The guy next to me turns to me and says, pulling out his hand for me to shake.
“I’m Perrie,” I say, and shake his hand.
“Where are you from?” He asks, and we make eye contact. His green eyes are beautiful, but nothing compared to Zayn’s.
“District 5. You?” I ask, and look over to Camille and Louis who’s in what seems like a deep conversation.
“District three,” He says, and I see Zayn walk into the carriage. He comes over to us, and Harry and Zayn do that weird bro-hug thing.
“You know each other?” I ask, looking up at Zayn.
“Yeah, we met at lunch at practice,” Zayn says, shove his hands into his pockets.
“Why did you come over here?” I ask curios.
“Just to check up on you. Oh, and now I know that you sit next to Harry, him and I should switch seats, since I sit next to Gemma,” He answers.
“That would be great,” Harry says, and stand up. He walks out of the carriage, and Zayn sits down.
“Who’s Gemma?” I ask, and look at Zayn.
“The girl from Harry’s district. They’re siblings, so Harry is kind off overprotective off her,” He says, and send one off his charming smiles.
“So this is it huh? Once this ride is over, it’s kill or be killed,” I say, and look out of the window.
“I guess. It’s kind of depressing, but I’m glad it’s finally here,” Zayn says, and I look at him in confusion. Why would he be glad about this?
“Why are you happy about this? How can anybody be happy over knowing they’re on their way to hell?” I ask.
“It’s exactly that. Knowing when I’m going to die. I have been living in fear the last couple of days, knowing that my life was about to end. I’m glad it’s finally happening, so I can give it over with.”
I think about his words. They’re true. I have been living in fear the last couple of days. Those days were slowly killing me, from the inside and out; the game is just going to get rid of me for good.
“You ready?” Louis ask us, interrupting our conversation.
“Are you?” I ask, turning the question around.
“Nope.” He says, and I just simply nod.
“So, here’s the deal. Both off our districts are in danger. Alone we’ll be weak, but together we could be great. So, I think we should make an alliance,” Louis says, and look at both Zayn and I.
I look at Zayn, looking for some sort off reaction. He look back at me, and I signal for him to talk.
“Uhhmmm, we like the idea. What kind off alliance?” Zayn asks, looking at Louis.
“Nothing big. Well first off all, we won’t kill each other. Second of all, we’ll be together the most of the time. Of course, we can split up, but it’ll be a good way to kill other people faster. As a group, we can easily attack other contestants, and kill them instantly,” Louis answers, and take a sip off his coffee.
“I think that it’s a great idea,” I answer, and look at Zayn.
“I agree,” Zayn says, and before our conversation can go any further, the train stops. This is it; this is the beginning off the end.

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