911, What's your emergency?

Conner looked over at Hope and removed her phone from her hands. She was visibly shaken. Her eyes were wide with shock and her actions seemed almost robotic as she dialed the number.

Conner felt as if he needed to take over in this instance. He glanced over at Hope as the phone rung. Her pale skin almost seemed translucent and her cheeks lacked any color.

"911, what's your emergency?" Conner was hesitant on how to explain this. Every word he spoke seemed like a insane story. He could hardly believe it himself. As he explain, he once again gave a sideways glance to Hope. Her eyes were fixated on the open door. Cold autumn air brushed in slightly sending a cold chill up his spine.

The coldness only added to the creepiness of the events that took fold. Conner turned his back to Hope as he explained deeper to dispatch answering all their questions. He gave the address. Officers were in route and would be there in twenty minutes or so.

To Conner, the time limit seemed as if this situation was not being treated as a emergency. He wrapped his arms around Hope and in that moment she broke down in his arms. He could feel tears soak through his pjs as she began to cry.

Her golden strands of hair had become a tangled mess upon her head. Maybe he should not have shoved her so roughly in that box. Her lipstick smeared into his shirt but for the moment that was the least of his problems.

He tightly hugged her at a loss for words. This was the only way he knew to comfort her in this situation. He held her without words. The only noise that could be heard was the wind whistling through the doorway.

His mind wondered to Natalie and what become of her. In his mind her screams played on repeat. Did she escape out the door? Was she taken? What was the elimination? Most importantly, how could he save Hope from the same fate.

Sirens could be heard outside. The police arrived with an presence that presented that they believed to be wasting their time. One look at them and Conner could tell that this was of no use. They had no interest in the story. The officers took Natalie's phone and jotted down a statement and left with a if anything else happens call us. They did not bother with checking the scene or even taking the scenario seriously.

It was at this very moment Conner realized their lives were in their own hands. He was afraid for once. Hope seemed to stay in a state of shock. Her lips whitened to the color of paste. No way was he leaving her side tonight.

Conner locked and barricaded the doors. Saint Peter examined him and wagged his tail slightly. Ever so often he would lick Conner's fingertips. Conner would ruffle his fur and get back to making sure the place was safe.

That night Hope did not want to sleep alone. Conner barricaded furniture in front of the door. He turned off Hope's phone but was hesitant to turn off his own. Glancing down he knew so far that players one through thirteen had played and only number eight and ten made it to round two. All others have been eliminated.

His heart beat slightly faster as he came to the realization it was almost halfway to Hope's turn. There would be no cops to run to. The most haunting question in Conner's mind however was who was hunting us?

He lay in bed beside Hope. Her slender body had huddled into a feedle position as she slightly shook between sobs.

It was obvious to him Hope was breaking. How would she ever survive what was to come?