Derek hadn’t planned on accepting the ‘invitation’ to the so-called ‘party’. It was sick, really, to be celebrating this competition of survival based on murder. But then he’d realized that this might be an opportunity he couldn’t afford to miss if he had any hope of winning once he got in there.
So, he’d gone up to the rooftop, but couldn’t bring himself to watch the slaughter. He’d instead spent his time profiling the assortment of people joining in the celebration and sampling the variety of delicacies laid out – he’d been hesitant to eat them at first until he realized that there would be no point in poisoning him before he’d had a chance to play the Game.
In a quick glance past the screen, on his way to looking at something else, he caught sight of a raven-black ponytail bobbing in an all too familiar way. He did a quick double take and felt his heart drop.
“Emily,” he whispered.
But he quickly steeled himself – he couldn’t let these people know that she meant something to him or bad things would happen to her. He did his best to play it off as if nothing had happened and hoped no one noticed his reaction.
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So, he’d gone up to the rooftop, but couldn’t bring himself to watch the slaughter. He’d instead spent his time profiling the assortment of people joining in the celebration and sampling the variety of delicacies laid out – he’d been hesitant to eat them at first until he realized that there would be no point in poisoning him before he’d had a chance to play the Game.
In a quick glance past the screen, on his way to looking at something else, he caught sight of a raven-black ponytail bobbing
in an all too familiar way. He did a quick double take and felt his heart drop.
“Emily,” he whispered.
But he quickly steeled himself – he couldn’t let these people know that she meant something to him or bad things would happen to her. He did his best to play it off as if nothing had happened and hoped no one noticed his reaction.