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Chapter 10 - Chapter 10 - Will

Will opened his eyes as somebody shook him awake. The first thing he saw was the glowing numbers of the clock, showing 59. His eyes widened as the cold feeling of an iron blade was plunged into his hand. He gasped, standing up, looking around in panic. A hand covered his mouth, grabbing his hair and plunging it in a bucket of water. He felt nails dig into his hands, pulling them back.

How far was he from the camp? Could anybody hear him right now?

He thrashed wildly, but the hand in his hair pushed him down further. In a desperate attempt, he shoved his head fully in the bucket to make it tip, but instead he ended up choking. As soon as he opened his mouth, water flowed in, in his lungs, his nose. Was this his karma from killing another person?

As his vision blurred, he was yanked out harshly, slamming into the concrete. He gasped, hunching on the ground, coughing up water. His eyes welled up and the throbbing in his head blinded his vision in pain. He collapsed on the ground, gagging and soaked.

"Payback," a voice muttered above him. Will looked up hazily as a cold hand grabbed him by the collar, Oscar's pale hair and gray eyes filling his vision. Will groaned, looking away.

"Fucking psychopath," he muttered. "I saved you." His vision blurred as he felt himself passing out, but Oscar slapped him awake, dropping him on the ground and standing up. Will winced in pain, covering his head with his now bruised hands.

"Get up," Oscar demanded. Will crawled to his feet, too tired to argue. "300, 308 and 309 are still missing, and it's been six hours."

"What are you going to do, save them?" Will asked, rubbing his head to make the dizziness go away. If he blacked out now, he was afraid Oscar would murder him.

"Perhaps," Oscar shrugged. "Maybe I'll use you as a bargaining chip." Will didn't respond, focusing on keeping himself upright and the figure that was getting slowly and slowly further away. As he stumbled after Oscar with heavy and uneven steps, his mind started to wander.

Was this Oscar's true personality? Behind his blank and obedient facade? Perhaps it was Will's mistake - he should never have pushed a cold blooded murderer anyway. No matter how disgusted or manipulative Will was or could be, he had pushed his luck too much. It was his fault he did so.

As his vision blurred, he felt his world turn upside down, falling to the ground with a silent thud.

Will woke up tied up to a supporting beam, two wide-eyed girls staring at him. He looked around, his muscles aching and his head throbbing perhaps worse than before, trying to get a hold of his situation.

"Emma," he muttered, making out with the black haired girl. Beside her, "Hannah." He laughed, leaning his head back sluggishly. "I found you."

"Yeah right you did," Emma huffed, kicking him in the crotch from her pole. "That blonde ass literally dumped your dead body on the ground. We thought he actually killed you."

"I feel dead," Will replied dryly. He tried moving his arms, but they were tied tightly around the pole, the rope scratching against his hands and wrists. He felt like his blood had stopped circulating and his limbs were about to fall off now. He took a deep breath, giving up and slumping against the pole. He felt lightheaded and tired, and his limbs hurt everywhere.

A figure entered, kicking the door open and glowering at them, a pair of pliers in his hand. Will laughed nervously, smiling and trying not to mentally freak out. The figure, a boy with his hair tied up in a bun above his head, was splattered with blood, although Will didn't know where it came from. Nonetheless, he didn't seem to be here for good reasons.

"Morning, sir." Will didn't mean for his voice to crack, but his whole body hurt too much right now. Although he had signed up for a killing game, he didn't expect so much pain so early, so he hadn't mentally prepared for it. Perhaps it had been a mistake on this part when he brought a flower pot on the ginger-haired girl.

"You disgust me," the boy hissed, walking towards Will.

"Yup, sorry," Will replied nervously. The boy bent down beside him, glaring daggers into his face.

"You… you…" he started, lowering his head. Will could already anticipate the rupture of screaming he would unleash in a few seconds. "Give me your hand."

"I can't, sir. My hands are tied." The boy growled, slashing the pliers down at the bundle of ropes at his hands. Will winced as it cut into his flesh but didn't complain, waiting for him to finish hacking away at the ropes. He sat there for a few minutes, in a daze of pain, before he realized the ropes were already in shreds and the only thing he was cutting at was his palms. He jolted back, holding his hands by his chest.

"Stay still," the boy demanded. Will shook his head, getting up and backing away, towards the door.

"Wait wait wait, calm down, let's compromise." Will spluttered, holding out his hands before the boy could lunge towards him and rip all his fingers off. His hands were bleeding, but he barely felt them, so it wasn't too bad.

"Compromise my ass!" the boy snapped, swinging his pliers widely. Will didn't understand why he was so angry. "I could kill you right now, you know? Just like you murdered Rachel and captured Isa and Eliah! I could – no, scratch that. I will kill you right now!"

"Yup, I know," Will replied, glancing behind him. Weary eyes were staring in his direction, and he recognized two familiar faces. He groaned, rubbing his head. "Oscar, you fucking traitor," he muttered. Oscar glanced at him, shrugging. On the ground there was a bloody body, 309. That must have been where the boy got all his blood. Looking back at the boy, he chuckled, rubbing his head.

"Hey, um, I can tell you who the protectee is," Will tried.

"You are," a girl said from behind him, crossing her arms. "We aren't stupid." His eyes widened.

"Huh?? Wait-" he caught Oscar's eye, but his expression was blank as always. "Who told you that?" Although he asked, he already knew the answer.

"Your little traitor did," a tall black-haired boy replied. Will shook his head, trying to comprehend the situation. He couldn't think very clearly right now, but he could manage.

"He's wrong," Will replied, trying to calm down. "The protectee is still in the base."

"He did his pledge," the tall boy said matter-of-factly.

"His what."

"Hey! You are in NO place to question us right now," the boy hissed from behind him, wrapping an arm around his neck in a choke hold. The girl stood up dramatically, a flaming passion in her eyes.

"This dishonest young man mercilessly betrayed his comrades without even a second thought, striking ruthlessly at this poor mute boy with a frightening metal rod." Will's brain was too tired to register what she had said.

"That's great," he muttered, nodding slightly.