She closed the door right in my fucking face!

Like are you seriously kidding me?! She closed the door after I know she saw me. Like the past few days, we have spent moving throughout this arena together has meant absolutely nothing to her! Like I was the scum between her fingernails!

Alicia, you don't have time to be mad. Now is action time!

I quickly face the middle of the arena where The Reaper is standing swinging her scythe back and forth. She locks eyes with me, and for a second I feel my legs freeze up from the icy stare that she's giving me and the other girl who was unfortunate enough not to make it in a house.

"I've been a bit bloodthirsty," says the Reaper in her deceptively sweet voice. "It's been a long time since the last time that I drew blood from someone."

We're going to try and keep it that way.

The Reaper starts at a sprint towards me. Her scythe is shining from the ceramic lighting in the room. She swings it tauntingly with a menacing smile as she nears me.

Okay, Alicia. You need a game plan.

Step one: get the fuck away from the scythe.

She's about ten feet from me by the time I finally come to my senses and start running away. Had I not been in soccer my whole life, she probably would have caught me, but I sprinted ahead and made it to the girl named Charlotte before she dug her scythe into me.

"If we fight her together we have a better chance at beating her," I say grabbing her arm and sprinting away with her in tow. The girl squeals behind me but continues to run. She looks behind us, and the Reaper is probably 5 feet behind us. "New plan," I say outstretching my arm. "Split up!"

We split in opposite directions, and I step my running up. I haven't run this hard since the time our team made state championship our freshman year. I am almost to the opposite end of the room when an ear-splitting scream fills my ears.

I turn around right as the scythe is being pulled out of the girl named Charlotte's chest. I look down at my ankle, and her light starts to flicker away as a single tear falls down my face.

And then there were 8.

It's not fair. None of us, and I mean none of us, deserve what we are going through right now. Every single child that they've pulled into this twisted game that they've been playing for God knows how long is a victim. There are no words to describe the hatred that burns inside of me for Eros and this stupid place they call Capewood.

I want to go home. I want to hug my dad. I want to gossip about my dad with my mom and grandma while we drink that nasty tea she's always making us drink. I want to go to Homecoming that was supposed to happen the week before I was taken. I want to be a normal kid.

Charlotte's body hits the floor with a loud thud. Her eyes opened wide and frozen in terror. I've never seen a dead body before. My mom and dad had me young, so all of my grandparents are young. I've never had to experience death this close.

But the way her limbs just carelessly just tossed around. The way her body lost all of its control and inhibition and just flopped. That's something that I will never be able to un-see.

That's also something I'm not going to let happen to me.

"I was hoping for more of a fight," says the Reaper as she stomps her foot in the ground. She touches the blood that is on the edge of her scythe and places a line across her forehead. "I guess it's up to you to at least give me a show before I kill you."

"Keep dreaming," I say. "You have to catch me to kill me,"

"You can't run forever, darling," she says flashing her sickly white teeth.

She's right. I can't run forever. If I'm going to survive this moment I'm going to have to fight her. The only question is: how the hell do you fight someone with a scythe when you have nothing?!

She laughs as she starts to move forward, stepping over Charlotte's dead body. I start to jog around the perimeter of the room, and each time I come to a turning point I take a slightly inverted turn to make the jog more circular. She's following me with her body, just spinning around constantly. As I get closer, I start to think of what the hell I'm going to do when it gets time to strike.

Without warning, the Reaper swings her scythe directly at me. I slide on the ground and slam my heel directly into her ankle. She lets out a giant scream, and I hear a snap that is the sound of an ankle breaking.

"You little bitch!" she screams at me.

"You can't catch me if you can't move, darling," I say emphasizing her word against her.

She lets out a giant roar and starts swinging her scythe in every direction. I dodge each of the blow, each time a burst of adrenaline shoots through my body as I avoid each deadly blow. She swings the scythe low, and it hits my foot directly in the middle. I fall the ground screaming and grab a hold on my foot right as she rips it out.

"You would think you'd learn by now, sweetie," she says as she raises the scythe high above her head. I roll over to the side with her broken ankle, "I always get the kill,"

She swings the scythe down, and I roll over, barely missing the blade as she swings it down. I grab onto the smooth metal shaft of the weapon and pull it towards me and the direction of her injured ankle. She lets out a shriek of pain as she lets go of the scythe and falls to the ground. I quickly kick the scythe away with my good foot as she reaches for it and tries to get on top of me. She jumps over me in an attempt to get the scythe, but I grab onto her lousy ankle and twist it in every given direction.

She lets out another high pitched scream, and I get up and stomp her head into the ground. She lies there motionless as I get up and run over to the scythe and spin around. The other babydoll masks are running over to try and stop me, but this is my chance to make a statement.

"Do it," she says looking at me intently. "Do it now,"

"What-" I begin to say, but she cuts me off.

"I lost, I deserve to pay the consequence of that. Do it now!"

I swing down the blade into her back, and she lets out a giant cough of blood. She uses the last bit of energy to look up at me and smile. "Good luck," is all she manages to say as her body goes limp.