Who’s ready to play?

Evan grabbed my waist and began pulling me into his apartment. "I'm so glad we met, Michaela," he whispered, and he kissed my cheek.

I beamed at him, feeling guilty, fully aware of what I had to do. "Me too... Uh, you said something about a movie?"

"Hah, yeah, sorry, come on in," Evan opened the door and led me inside. It was a quiet place- too quiet.

He plopped down on the couch and turned on the tv. "Mind if I look around?" I couldn't handle this... How could I have let myself actually like him?

"Not at all," he flashed me a smile that I couldn't resist mirroring.

I walked around the small living area and escaped into the kitchen. I grabbed a butcher knifes it's sweaty and shaky hands and slipped it into my waistband right as he shouted to me; "Movie's on! Come on back in,"

I walked out to the tv room, my heart beating faster by the minute, the speed of a humming bird's wings. "I'm sorry Evan, I need to go,"

"Oh..." He looked down. "Was it something I said? I thought you'd like this movie. We can change it if that's what you want!"

"It's nothing you did," And it wasn't. But I knew that I needed to do this if I wanted to save my family. "It's not you, it's me." I'd seen what happened to the families whose children couldn't go through with their task. "Hug?"

He nodded and stood to come toward me. I embraced him, grabbed my knife and pulled it from my waistband. "I truly am sorry," I said. A confused look crossed his face before suddenly drawing straight.

He gasped in pain. "Wha..at?" He murmured. He fell to his knees. Tears streamed down my face but I couldn't wipe them; the blood on the knife had streaked my hands, but I knew it was deeper than that.

"Goodbye, Evan," I sobbed. I took a blanket from the couch and draped it over his blood-soaked body. He reached out to me; took my hand. "F-fake," His eyes pleaded this to be a dream.

I blinked back another flood of tears and shook my head. With that I snaked out of his grasp and out the door. From there, I ran. I ran for my life, my love. My family.

The only question was; where would I go from there?