"I'm ready," both Philip and Nix spoke together.

Hmhmhmahhahahah, and Nix hmhm, who do you choose?

He was enjoying this, enjoying watching the moments before Philip's death.

"Me." I gawked, and sobbed, staring at Nix, slow motion coming back. "Take care of her." He pointed to me, while looking to Philip, then he sent a small smile, "I've lived my life, you guys. Get out of here, and live your lives, I love you all. Goodbye."

We were all sobbing as Nix let out a shout, grabbing his head in agony. His shrieks filled the air, all of us sobbing and watching helplessly as he shouted and groaned, gripping his skull. The groans grew louder, which felt heart wrenching to listen to, but it was worse when there was silence following the unsettling thump. He laid there in the grass, hands slumped beside him, tufts of his hair ripped from his scalp. I would say the sight of the dead body is what made me nauseous, but really, it was the fact of seeing him look so, so alive, yet there was nothing passed those crystal blue eyes I used to admire, only a mannequin of an empty corpse. Blue, marble eyes staring into the distance, as we all bent our heads, in honor of his decision, and sacrifice. We had all grown so close, it felt like losing a sibling. He fought for all of us, and his lifeless body now laid in the center of our group, holding our happiness with it. We were back down to ten, and we didn't have much time left. Nix wanted us free, so we need to get out of here for him.

My legs felt like jelly, and I couldn't breathe right, and I couldn't stop sobbing. The more I thought about it, the worse it got, and I couldn't get those eyes out of my head. Staring into the distance. How his body looked so relaxed, as if in a deep, dreamless, comfortable sleep. I should have run faster, he shouldn't have died, it was all too much. I felt my legs give out, and someone catch me, but I couldn't see who, all I could see was the marble eyes of a friend. I felt sick, and woozy, not knowing how we could escape, but knowing we had too.

I could smell the familiar scent of Philip's hair, and knew he'd been the one to catch me. My brain started got so fuzzy, and my eyes felt heavy. I knew we were on our way back to the basement. No. I have to figh- figh- fight it. Ijustgotta. Nononoitsnotworking. I feel funny. Goodbye Nix, rest in peace, I'm sorry. I let my eyelids shut, and felt darkness take over my sight, along with my emotions.

Great. And we're back. The previous events flooded back into my mind, tears welling in my throat and ruining my eyesight, blurring it. I was so close to losing Philip, and I felt even worse to feel grateful that he was alive. Jordan was back too, unconscious next to me. Ray started a coughing fit, gagging up blood, while Jeremy ran to get some water. It felt weird to not hear Nix snoring, like he always had. I tried, failing miserably, at swallowing the lump in my throat. Why? Why is he killing us? Nix was never going to get to play football again, or get a girlfriend, graduate, get married. Now the tears wouldn't stop, and the image of his body was flooding back through my brain, making me shudder. We weren't any closer to getting out of here, and soon enough, we'd all be dead.

There's got to be some way out of here, or maybe someone who knows something. Lily. Whatever she's hiding, maybe it can help us, and maybe Heather has something to say as well. I'll have to wait until everyone's awake, then we'll talk.

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