HOLLY

"Okay, uh, you guys have any ideas where in the world the exit would be?" I asked, in spite of finding a way out. 

I'm really sick of being in here and I can't take it anymore. 

Gave me lockdown vibes. Ironic. 

"Um, maybe down like 5 or 6 floors?" Rose said. I mentally agreed until I heard someone disagree. I mean, who'd disagree? It was pretty logical.

The place was way worse. It was almost pitch black, with the exception of the floor being a creepy dark wood flooring. I could see shoeprints into the floor somehow. 

Why were literally living a horror movie? Was it because we lived in L.A.? It is known for being creepy as hell. 

I tried moving my hair out of my face to see more of the room until realizing it was in a ponytail and the room was just dark. Geez, why the hell did I forget so easily? Not very helpful considering I could've literally died at any second.

"No, no that's way too many. Maybe like 3 or 4." Kat said. 

I can't wait until we get out of here. 

But why did there have to be floors? I would honestly rather be dead. Better than being in this hellhole.

"Look up little children. Neither of you two are right. Today will be the last day all of you breathe." A voice popped out. In my shock it took me a while to realize who was the one that had said that? Oh yeah...

A guard.

Help.

"Jesus Christ!" I flinched from the sound of the voice. 

Not gonna lie, it was kinda hot. It was a girl's voice that was a little raspy, mixed with it sounding like she had just lost her voice recently.

Still hot. 

"And just where did you come from?" I asked, trying to match her level of intimidation towards us.

"A city known as San Antonio. Way better than this over taxed hell hole. But I'm not here to talk money. I'm here to kill every single one of you. Who wants to go first?" She said. 

I had to do something about this. 

Looks like I had to put to work the one thing my dad passed down to me.

A resting bitch face. 

I was about to ask Preston for his sword, when the guard spoke up. 

"Eeny, meeny, miny, moe, the one that's going to die is... " She fiddles with a pocket knife in her fingers as she figured out who she wanted to die. Giving it one last spin, she put the pocket knife away and I see her contemplate if she wanted to grab the pistol I could see hiding in her waistband, or a (I assumed) sword  and she eyed Rachel. 

"You."

We all had some hesitation to fight back, considering we all were her guards and signed a contract to even get shot for her as her guardians. Which I still couldn't comprehend because we had done all of that.

Showed what kind of people we were. 

Then, I heard a voice I hadn't heard in hours.

"You're not going to let her die!" Charlie jumped in front of Rachel and something happened none of us would've seen coming.

She put her left hand by her waistband and grabbed a pistol she did a mediocre job hiding.

Still, Charlie was willing to be shot to protect her. 

We would all take a bullet for each other, but never did I ever imagine that we would be forced into a scenario in which one of us would actually have to. 

She shot him, in the chest, three times.

That one's gonna take some time to get out of my head.

"Hmm. Not the kill I wanted, but it's something." She got a chill run down her spine. "Yes boss, I'm on my way." I heard her whisper. "You're lucky I have to go. I would've killed another one of you."

We all just stood and looked at each other. 

Each and every one of us was sad deep down, because Charlie was one of the most wholesome and down to earth people to exist.

I sighed and was about to say something, then got cut off.

"Jesus Christ, where the hell did Charlie come from?!" Jacob asked.

We all murmured agreements.

Where did he come from?

 He'd been so quiet for hours, none of us thought of him. 

But now he's dead.

"Well, I don't know. But we've all got to get going before more of us die." I said. "Rest in Peace Charlie." I said to myself.