Kyra's POV

I sat with Jaydon at lunch talking about who may die tonight. It's a sad topic, and dreadful, but we have our predictions. I find that in the morning, no one eats, but by lunch, everyone is chowing down on food. Only after knowing him for a few days, I began to like him. He's a good guy and I enjoy his company. Without him, I wouldn't know what to do. My dad still thinks that we will become close friends, then have a deeper relationship.

I get it, it's dad. When we finished, we took our plates to the dishwasher and sat back down cradling our drinks. "Well . . . no, it's not like that." I say smiling, taking a drink of water.

"What? No." he smiled back.

"Yes, it's a bit different. Trust me."

"I can't believe it."

"I know."

The room cleared out within seconds after everyone finished. We stayed back and talked in the quiet room, owning it. Talking softly to ourselves is the most peaceful thing that I've had all day. I took a sip of water, finishing it. I got up to refill the bottle as Jaydon kept talking.

"So . . . who do you think is going to die?"

"I don't know hopefully not someone I love . . . or it will be heartbreaking for me."

"I have no idea, but my gut tells me that's going to be a male, maybe an adult."

"My dad?"

"Maybe, but there are two more males."

"I forgot about them. I believe one is Daniel as I know the others' name is Ethan."

"Mmm." Jaydon took a sip of water, then sat in silence as I sat down across from him. I looked at him as he stared, dead eyes at the desk, then scanned the roof before glancing back at me. "What's wrong?" I ask quietly. "Hmm?" he snapped into the real world. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing. I'm alright . . . just a bit tired. Couldn't sleep last night from thinking of how people are dying and someone roaming around at night killing the innocence." I see something in his eyes, but I don't know what. It's hard nowadays to see right through people to their deepest, darkest secrets. For him, I can't and I usually do. My parents say that it's a sixth sense of mine and a talent. I can see right through people if they are lying or not. But Jaydon? I can't seem to see through him, and it's hard. "You sure?"

"Yes." I stared at him for a long period of time. He eagled me through my eyes, locking gazes. "Do you want me to go?" I ask, breaking the silence.

"No, don't go."

"Do you want to do something?"

"Just stay here and talk . . . or head back to my room and hang there." He leaned forward, crossing his arms. "Head back to your room?" I smiled, nodding that I agree and only talk and not much more. Hopefully. He gestured his head and mouthed, "lets go," to signal that we are moving to his room. We walked down the hallway talking a bit. No one was in view as we passed through the hallway, although I do know that the other teens are in the gym, hugging it as usual. I didn't mind as I got my own friend group, just Jaydon and I. Don't know where the parents and adults are, though. They are always everywhere, outside, in a pod, in a classroom or a room.

We entered the blue pod laughing and giggling. I take a sip of water swallowing it as fast as I can before I spit out with laughter. I laughed so hard that I fell to the ground, not breathing and feeling light headed. My mom used to do this all the time when she was younger, for no reason, and called them "laugh attacks." as they would just show up. He fell beside me, still laughing too.

We finally calmed down and got back up, rushing to his room. He slammed the door and sat against it. I sit with him against the door resting my head back. I turn my head to him and smile at my heart's content. Jaydon smiled back. Everytime he smiled, I felt warm. I like him as a friend and nothing more. I'm not ready for a relationship yet, even if my parents-my dad- is worried about men. I'm not gay, nor do I love men in that way. I'm straight and thinking to not date until I'm around nineteen or so.

I just want to be friends with him, but deep down, there is something wrong and I don't know what. I have a feeling that there is more to him than he is showing, or telling.

Kylo's POV

He sat in his room, on the bed with the door closed and blinds open to let the light in, on his iPad, reading. Everyone was outside enjoying the sun outside. He needed some time alone doing his own thing. If he wasn't here in the deadly school, Kylo would be out there catching criminals and such. Instead, he's trapped with everyone else.

Kylo lost a friend, an old friend, but a friend. Samantha' the first adult that died, and the first that died from the survivors. He knows that now all the survivors won't live, but that doesn't mean that the rest of them may live. But the killer has other plans. He couldn't concentrate on his reading as a train of thoughts raced through his mind. Turning it off and throwing to the other side of the couch, Kylo laid back and rubbed his face, staring off into space, flashing back to all the horrifying events that occurred back in the summer of 2019.

Blinking from staring too long, a figure appeared right in front of him. Aria's. He remembered hearing screams from the portables. Hearing Makayla's scream of terror. Finding that her friend had been slaughtered right outside this very door. It's funny that they can't remember anything important or good things from the past . . . but they can remember everything that happened at the time. Even he can remember things that he wasn't there or a part of. He can memorize the story that Makayla told him about Ian and her getting chased by the killer, surviving it, but she has a scar on her thigh. To this day, it's still visible clearly.

Kyra asked about it when she was very young, around seven or so, she would ask what happened. They lied and said that Makayla accidently dropped the knife while putting it away after drying it. "Hi Aria," he said.

"Hi Kylo."

She glanced at her phone on instagram, then back at him. "I know that you guys would end up together. My ship has sailed, it's been a long trip, but it delivered it's packaging."

Aria laughed before disappearing into thin air, then came a hurdling scream right outside the door. Knowing Aria is getting killed. The screams faded as he stared blankly at the wall. Kylo closed his eyes for a little while. He saw images flickering through behind his eyelids. The past has come back to haunt him.

Seeing his dead friends on the ground, slaughtered. Seeing the horrified classmates as one by one, the kids die. Seeing Evan, Andrew, Miles, Aria, Grace, Quinn, Elaina and others from his two years together as a class. In grade nine they would be all separated, so what difference did it make? But they would still be together physically instead of them dead. They'd still be here today if it weren't for the killing games. 

He thought back to all of the events that happened that led them from after the killings, through high school, college or universities. When he proposed to Makayla, from when she had Kyra, Ashton.

Ashton.

How is he? Is he doing okay?

Kylo thought of his son at his parents' place. Kylo is very glad that Ashton isn't here right now. Who knows what could happen if he's here. He opened his eyes and texted his parents, then him. They both said that they're okay. Ashton phoned him, picking up on the first ring.

"Hey buddy, how're you doing?"

"Fine, I guess. You?"

"I'm okay, just seems pretty boring at the moment. All the drama and action happens when we're asleep and we never get to see it."

"Who's the killer?"

"I don't know, none of us knows. Except the killer but he or she won't say."

At that moment, Makayla walks into the room, closing the door quietly when she notices him on the phone. Walking towards him, settling on the bed beside him. "Is mom with you, or Kyra?"

"Mom is. Kyra's out with someone right now."

"Can I talk to her?"

"Here you go." Kylo passed it to her and she took the phone, bringing it to her ear. "Hey, sweetie, what's happening?"

"Nothing much, just can't wait for you guys to get home."

"Same here. I miss you so much, I can't wait to get out of here alive, but your dad and I are proud that you aren't here with us. I don't know how you would cope with it."

"I'm glad that I'm not there either."

He could hear his son's voice on the other side of the line as Makayla spoke to him. "When are you coming home?"

"When the two weeks are up. So on the fifteenth of May. On a Tuesday."

Makayla and Kylo locked gazes as he leaned his head on his hand. He dozed off until Makayla snapped him into reality again, saying goodbye to Ashton. She gave him the phone, then tucked it away in his pocket. Without saying a word, she leaned against his chest, curling up. Only being three, he didn't expect her to get comfy, but from the feel of it, she is. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her in. She fell into an instant sleep for a while. Kylo's not blaming her, they barely got sleep last night as they worried about their daughter, Kyra.

He closed his eyes once more, seeing if he could sleep for a while.