3rd Person POV
It was live or die. That's it, that's all you need to know. They were part of a program. 7 to be exact. All 7 tried out for a cure of cancer. They ran miles, they stayed awake hours, they studied and did tests. Each one that proved their body was failing, was shot. How many left to this day? 4. 3 girls proved their body couldn't handle it anymore. Trish, Katy, Samantha. Samantha was (Y/N)'s sister, aka her best friend to the moon and back. They were together for everything but Samantha didn't make it, she couldn't handle staying awake. (Y/N) was the only girl left. There was, of course, boys. Lui, Craig, and Marcel. (Y/N) never got along with Marcel, ever. They would always scream at each other but at the same time, made sure neither of them failed. They were sorta like Frenemy's. (Y/N) walked into the field in her usual running outfit that was freshly washed last night. As (Y/N) approached the field, she started to get a stomach ache. She rubbed where the pain was coming from and breathed. "This is fine. This is fine." She kept telling herself as she jogged out. She arrived in her spot and Marcel noticed her flinching. "Hey, are you okay?" He whispered and she quickly nodded. (Y/N) knew not to push her body to hard or that will lead to exhaust and/or body failure, but in this situation to show she was strong, what else could she do? When the instructor shot the gun meaning to go, she sprinted. The boys watched her in curiosity because she doesn't do this but (Y/N) wanted to run out the ache. She kept sprinting and she heard her own heart beat. She took very little gasps for air as her legs practically begged for her to slow down. She kept running until the finish was at least in her line of vision which was now becoming teary and blurry. She was running out of breathe, fast. Her heart became slower and she was on the bridge of passing out when her frenemy noticed. He sprinted and placed a hand on her back. She instantly blinked and her vision came back, heart beat sped up, and breathing caught on. There was only one person who could make her feel like this. Marcel. She looked back and he smiled, running out of breath. 'No..' She thought and tried slowing down but he kept pushing her. He was losing it and she noticed. "Marcel you need the air, I'll slow down." (Y/N) offered but Marcel kept pushing her. "You...need....this...cure.." He said out of breath and pushed her to the finish before collapsing...behind the line. (Y/N) quickly got up and ran to Marcel's aid. "C'mon! C'mon! Get up! You can finish this! Please!" She begged and was trying to help him before the executives got him. "(Y/N)...we both...know....what happens." He said and she was crying. "I'm not letting that happen!" She yelled but was yanked away by a scientist. "Let me go!" She screamed but he held tight as others picked up Marcel. She kicked the official on the ground. She ran up and past the security guards that attempted to grab her. She ran by and saw they already stood the exhausted Marcel in the slaughter room. She couldn't bare to see this done to him. She locked the door behind her and saw as the official loaded the gun. 'No!' She thought as she looked around. She needed a key card to get in so she frantically looked in files and under doors. She saw the janitor and punched him, knocking him out. She took the key card but it ell in the mop bucket. Key cards don't work when they're wet. She looked at the door and realized there isn't much time before the official finishes his final and boring words. She grabbed her heart and thought about Samantha. 'I'm so sorry I didn't do this for you. I will repay you when I see you..' She thought and ran to the door. She saw the official cock the gun and her eyes widened. She knew if she kicked the door she wouldn't survive cause if a door is broken, it sprays deadly gas. She kicked it and ran to Marcel. It was as if things were in slow motion. (Y/N) was breathing the gas, not long it got to her lungs and her immune system was to weak to fight it off. She ran to Marcel and hugged him, soon falling limp to the ground as his ears rang. "Well that's a free bee for you to stay Marcel. Joe, get the female body bag!" The official yelled but Joe was knocked out so he and the assistants went to see what was up. Marcel opened his now awake eyes and quickly covered his mouth. He looked down at the love of his life laying in her own blood. She was breathing fast, though it was also killing her faster. "(Y/N)? W-Why?" He asked, muffling words in his arm. She reached her bloody her hand for his clean one. She smiled lightly and he held her head. "I-I...Love you." She said, her eyes becoming heavier. "I-I.. I love you too." He said leaning his forehead onto her's. He kissed her lips to try and stop her from breathing the deadly air. She kissed back with the rest of her strength before falling asleep, finally. She awoke, well slept and fed, in a forest with sun between each branch. She looked around, breathing the clean air she's longed for. A bright light shines behind her and she slowly turns, seeing her sister. "S-Samantha?" She stutters and Samantha smiles. "It's all over now." She says as she grabs (Y/N)'s hand and leads her home. Marcel lays down (Y/N)'s lifeless body and cries. He looks up on the table and sees the gun, with just 1 bullet for the next failed person. He smiles as tears trickle down his cheeks. He grabs the gun and loads it, cocks it and points it at his head. He looks at (Y/N) again and smiles, holding her hand as the other pulls the trigger.