"Matt, seriously. Tell me what you think about Al. Stop beating around the bush."
"I’m telling you, Maddie, you know exactly what I think. You feel about Amy like I feel about Al. We’re related, you should know."
"Fine, fine, have it your way. But why did you have to bring your hockey stick? You knew that Matthew said we were going to this place. Why in the hell would there be an arena around here?" I stopped walking and gestured to the hallways that we were in, spreading my arms out wide.
"Does it look like we’ll have any time or anyone to play against?”
Of course, he only huffs and walks away, twirling his hockey stick in his hands, causing me to facepalm and run to catch up with him.
We’ve been walking around for hours now, or maybe even a day or two. You can’t really tell in this place, but I know that we’re tired. We couldn’t stand to be near anyone else, especially the Americans due to their idiotic behaviour. They’re just going to get themselves hurt, but whatever, not my problem.
All of a sudden, we stop and hear screams coming from one of these damned hallways. There’s so many that we can’t pinpoint exactly which hall, but we have to go take a look.
"You take this hall, I’ll take that one."
I don’t know who screamed, I just know that we have to find out who it is. I run past him into the hall across from me, and bolt down as fast as I possibly can. There’s a dead end where I go either left or right, and decide on a whim to go right. So many turns and dead ends later, I hear more screams, which make me start to get worried that it’s someone important to me.
Another scream, and I dart down the closest hallways where it sounded the loudest. I come back out into an area where different hallways were connected, and start looking around to see if I can find any sign of a struggle. I start hearing loud breathing and footsteps coming from behind me. Out of instinct, I turn around in a flash, not looking at who it was and throw them onto the ground.
"Are you serious right now?”
"…Matt? The hell?!"
I get off of my brother and hold out a hand for him to take. I help him up, but I notice something is off about the air. It’s quiet, and I don’t hear any loud noises, or any at all, for that matter. Only the sound of our breathing. And it’s nerve wracking to me.
I look at him and then grab his jecket sleeve to drag him down the hall after me, running faster and faster… breathing harder and harder..
I find the room where the sounds seemed to have been coming from, seeing a random person laying on the ground, soaked in blood and battered almost to death.
"A human..?" I wonder out loud. " Hey, dude, wake up, this isn’t funny. Stop playing around." I try everything that I can to force him awake, punching him, even. Nothing seems to be working.
"Matt, go look around, tell me if you find anything."
"Fine, try to see if there’s anything we can get from him. It might help us stay alive in this place." He walks back out into the hallway from where we had come in from while I search through the man’s pockets reluctantly. I don’t like doing this to him. It’s not right for anyone to do this, but I never personally knew him, and I need to get out of here. It’s not the same as the hunters in my woods. It’s really not the same…
"MADDIE. A LITTLE ASSISTANCE WOULD BE NICE RIGHT NOW!"
"Matt! Hang on!"
I jump away from the now dead man, running towards my brother when I heard his distressed voice calling out to me. I bolt out the door and find that.. monster… backing my brother up against the wall, trapping him.
"Matt!" I try to call out to him, but it doesn’t seem like he can hear me. The disgusting creature is covered in blood, which, sadly, I’m hoping is another person’s and not Matt’s.
He’s trying so hard to get the thing away from him, using his hockey stick as a weapon, trying to hit it anywhere he can. The face, the legs, anywhere he can get to it.
Just then, I make probably one of the worst, or best, decisions of my life, at that moment. I run around the monster, rip the hockey stick out of my brother’s hands, and push him out of the way. I’m the one trapped now.
I’m the one who’s going to die.
"MADDIE. What the hell are you thinking?!"
“I’m saving your life, you asshat! Run!" I can see out of the corner of my eye that he’s surprised that I even did this for him, but he knows what’s going to happen to me, and probably to him, if he doesn’t get out of here.
"I’m not leaving you here! We need to go find the others, goddammit!”
He starts walking back over to me, trying to place himself inbetween me and the monster. I’m not going to let him do this. I can’t.
I look over to him, still swinging the hockey stick at the monster before me. “Matt, do me a favour before you run. Give me your cigarettes.”
He’s confused, but he tosses them over to me. Trying to multitask, I take one out and light it with the lighter I always carry. I never really smoke. I don’t care for the taste, it’s only a nervous habit. Right now, I think this is as good a time as I’ll get.
"That reminds me…" I forgot that I was still wearing a necklace he gave to me for a birthday gift so many years ago. I rip it off of my neck and toss it over to him. A little something to remember me by…
"Matt, no games anymore. I want you to run and leave me behind. Get the fuck out of here, okay? I’ve got this. I’ll see you again, I promise.”
He finally gives up trying to reason with me, turning and running away from me, and my apparent demise. I’m done playing games. If I’m what’s going to keep the others alive for a little while longer, so be it. I’ll go out with a bang, I won’t go down without a fight.
So I’ll fight.
You have lost Madeline.
Items Lost: Matt’s Hockey Stick.