The Decimation Game: Twisted Reality

Chapter Four: A False Accusation

It was the petite figure of a feminine teenager. Her face wasn’t visibly under her deep, black hair. She had dark ripped jean and a biker jacket. Her skin was, no pun intended, deathly pale.

 She was lying in a pool of a red liquid, presumably her own blood.

I instantly felt dizzy and my vision blurred. Who is, or was, she? Why would someone have killed?

I had barley contemplated these questions when I was hit with a thick wave of foul smelling air, the smell of decaying flesh. It smelled so bad I felt whatever food I had in me work its way up to my throat and it took everything I had to keep it down.

Hypnotically, as if I was a zombie, I dragged myself to her. I had to be sure she was dead. I turned her corpse over to face me. As I did so I caught glimpse of her eyes that were still wide open.

They were a striking green and looked as if they would have been beautiful at some point in time. Right now they were lifeless, cold, and frightening.

When I finished turning her over I felt a warm substance begin to gush on my hand, the hand that was currently on her back. The killer must have literally backstabbed her, and done it recently as the wound was still open and the blood was warm.

I moved my hand down her wrist trying to find a pulse but I was only welcomed to more blood. Slowly looking down to her wrist, I saw a sight so horrifying I dropped her dead carcass in shock.

 Her hand, well it wasn’t there. It looked as if something had ripped her hand off. Chunks of flesh still remained dangling from her dismembered wrist. It was coated in blood and was still bleeding, refusing to clot.

Like the frightened child this sight had turned me in, I screamed. Albeit this wasn’t my most masculine moment but could you really blame me? The second I did so, seven pairs of feet sprinted into the room.

As if planned, each of them gasped at the sight the second they entered the room.

Suddenly, with anger I never expected to see from him, Alex was yelling at me.

“You bastard, you killed her!” His nostril flared and his breath quickened and got louder. He looked like a bull ready to charge, and I probably looked like a shiny new red towel. Without warning he lunged at me.

“Hold it boy, he obviously didn’t kill her.” Abraham stated sternly while he held Alex back with help from Aaron. Alex was visually fuming. His face was completely red and his eyes were ink. I saw small specs of tears on his cheeks, he was crying!

“How can you say that? Look at the blood on his hands, it obvious he killed her.”

     “Abel couldn’t have killed her for three main reasons. Number one: There are ten of us in this game. The person we don’t see is obviously the killer as that person was the last one she’d seen; they fled after the job was done.

Number two: did you not notice her hand was chopped off? I doubt Abel has a knife, and even if he did, it would have taken him a while to cut her hand off., not the twenty seconds he’s been in this room.

“Lastly, did you actually look at your surroundings? Obviously not, otherwise you’d see the vent above you open.” He said pointing to a vent right above the dead body.

It was opened and just big enough to fit a small person in. Dried blood was easily seeable; whoever killed her hadn’t been very discreet.

Alex noticed this and visible calmed down, his anger evaporating, leaving only a sad broken boy.

 He must have had some sort of relationship with her. He slumped a bit and mumbled something about going back to the lobby. The girl, Abigail, followed.