The Celebrity Games

"May good fortune follow you wherever you go!" The celebrity games, only one rule: Kill or be killed. When the royal family took over the world, region 13 of England rebelled and in consequence, got nuked within an inch of its life. As payment for this rebellion, the royals instated The celebrity games where each year a celebrity would be chosen and the country that they're from would have to produce two female or male competitors to compete in a chosen arena, fighting to the death. As a prize for surviving, they get to marry the chosen celebrity. But this year is going to be so different...


13. The fangirls

"Urm... Fran, what are you doing here?" Harry asked slowly, a piece of bacon halfway to his mouth from where he was just about to eat it.

"Well I could ask you the same thing!" I gasped, acting shocked. "Here I was, wondering why we had a thirteenth floor and then you guys turn up!"

Placing one foot cautiously outside the perimeter of the lift, I smiled, hoping that they wouldn't catch on to my lie. They still seemed pretty shocked, so I took that as belief and relaxed a little.

"Do you want to join us for breakfast?" Niall asked through a mouthful of coco pops.

"Sure! Is there any jam left?" I chirped, skipping over to the table and sitting in the seat in-between Louis and Zayn. Reaching for the toast, I put a piece on my plate and picked up the strawberry jam, peering into the jar on a hunt for the last scraps of the sweet preserve. Alas, it had been scraped dry.

"There's no strawberry jam left, Niall made sure of that." Liam laughed, making Niall flash me a toothy grin.

"But we do have grape jam!" Niall added, handing me a purple substance in a jar.

"Grape jam...?" I marvelled, gingerly holding the jar. "I'm guessing its from the people across the pond?"

"You guess right, mes amigos. It actually tastes quite nice once you put back the weirdness factor." He rambled excitedly. Cautiously, I spread a thin layer on my toast and nibbled at it tentatively. To my surprise it tasted delicious! I quickly finished that piece and moved onto a second.

"Uh oh, looks like we have another Niall on our hands!" Louis joked, putting down his empty glass of orange juice. I giggled, noticing Niall look defensively at Louis while pouring yet another helping of coco pops into his bowl.

"Niall, do you ever get full?" I questioned curiously, giggling a little.

"Nope! I would eat all day if I could!" He grinned happily, tipping the last of the milk into the already full bowl.

"So, Harry..." I began, interlocking my fingers and setting them on the table before me. "Do you still not know who the traitor is?"

"Dude! You told her there was a traitor?!" Zayn shouted, looking slightly scared.

"I only told her that, it's not like I gave anything important away." He scoffed, a slight undertone of worry creeping into his voice.

"Uh, maybe I shouldn't have said that..." I cringed, sinking down into my chair.

"It doesn't matter, Fran. It's said now and we can't change that." Liam comforted, smiling reassuringly. "You're just lucky management are currently occupying Buckingham Palace. If they were here" he added, a flash of terror shooting through his eyes, "we would all be screwed..."

"So, this 'management' of yours scares the math out of you yet doesn't even stay in the same building as you?" I mused, pulling a thoughtful face.

"Well, they have cameras all over this apartment, they're probably watching us now." Louis chimed in, leaning back on his chair and straightening his t-shirt.

"What?!" I yelped, frantically looking around. "You let me in here knowing that the management would see me?!"

"Well, we weren't really thinking when we did..." Harry smiled sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck.

"I can't believe you guys... I've spent all the time I've been here trying to build up a good reputation and in less then twelve hours, you lot manage to ruin most of it!" I growled menacingly, standing up sharply so that the chair jumped back with a prolonged screech.

"Fran, we on-" Harry started, but I cut him off with a death glare.

"Don't even start, Styles. You're the one that first put me into this mess. If you hadn't called me up to the roof in the middle of the night just to tell me all that bull about a mysterious traitor, I would've never come up here." I stalked towards the lift, pressing the button for it to travel upwards. "You have basically killed me. You know what your management is going to do now?"-he shook his head slightly, a shocked look upon his face-"They're going to tell the gamemakers who are going to kill me the second I step foot into that arena. I don't know how, they just will and it will be your fault."

Just as I was stepping into the lift, Harry rushed over to me, trying to say something. Whatever, I don't want to hear it. He had my trust and now he's lost it. I'm going to die and he can marry that Mckenzie girl.... Serves him right. He was about to say something so I cut him off with a wave of my hand.

"I don't want to hear it, Styles. Don't talk to me again. I hope you enjoy your wedding to Mckenzie because I'll be there as a ghost and I definitely I know I will." I told him, a blank expression plastered on my features. With that, I pressed the button marked 'Training centre' and the lift doors slammed shut in his face and I went shooting down to the gymnasium.

"Alright girls, this is it. In just a few weeks, all but five of you will be dead." The instructor informed us, holding a clipboard that seemed like a dolls toy in his giant hands. Standing next to Jasmin, I gave her a little nudge.

"He's very optimistic, isn't he?" I whispered into her ear, resulting in her emitting a stifled giggle from beneath her hand.

"Well he knows we'll be dead 'cause he's going to go into the arena and squash us all himself!" She whispered back, smirking.

"Fe fi fo fum, I smell the blood of an English woman!" I giggled, sending us both into reels of laughter.

"Uh, is something funny over there?" He asked, sounding like my teachers in school. I bit my lip, knowing that everyone was staring at us now.

"No, Mr instructor guy. Please, carry on." I coughed, trying to hide the last few giggles I had left in me. He raised his eyebrows and carried on with his 'inspiring' speech.

The rest of training passed rather uneventful, apart from when Glorie and her fangirl chum chums decided to tip paint all over my head for no reason. I was sitting in the camouflage station when all of a sudden, I was dripping wet, covered in blue paint. Looking round, I spotted the fangirls looking over at me and laughing their fake eyelashes off. Maria was smiling but looking rather awkward. Sighing, I walked over to them.

"Ok, what the fornication have I ever done to you?" I asked, controlling myself.

"Uh, you were so flirting with MY future husband. It made me sick looking at you, you were all over him." A tall blonde girl snarled. She was rather pretty, but definitely had that bitchy look about her. Her hair was dead straight and about elbow length, all glossy and smooth. It made me seriously doubt my own slightly shorter mildly curly strawberry blonde hair, which was currently side plaited on my right shoulder. She stood at around five foot nine, a whole five inches taller than me and gave off an aura of scary dominance, rather like a tyrant would.

"Mckenzie..." I breathed, so quietly no-one would be able to hear but me.

"So keep your ugly hands of my man, OK? I mean, he's way out of your league. Your so ugly that you could never find a decent looking man anyway, so I don't see why you think you could have a chance with him." She purred, knocking my confidence down a few notches. But then I remembered Mattie. How over all the girls he could've had, he chose me. Over all the gorgeous girls that threw themselves at him, he didn't even give them a first glance. Smirking, I looked her dead set in the eye, feeling her uneasiness flood over her body.

"Oh Mckenzie, how you wish you were right." I sighed, laughing a little. I knew this was just going to incur her wrath in the arena, but I was dead meat anyway, so why not just let it out?

"How did you know my name, you little skank?" She growled, getting closer to me.

"That's not what you should be asking me, what you should be asking yourself is how do you not know my name?" I laughed, emphasising the word 'not'. "I'm famous all over the empire! Are you?"-I raised my eyebrows at her-"No, I didn't think so. Did you know that true beauty actually comes from inside of you? So even though you may be pretty on the outside, its just a mask. Fakery. So, uh newsflash! Putting other people down doesn't make you big, it makes you a bitch."

Laughing as I walked away, I was earning approving glances from all over the gymnasium. I just about heard Mckenzie mumble something along the lines of: 'she's dead when we get into the arena...' So I turned round, flashed her a cheeky smile and shot back at her,

"Not as dead as you will be!" Which got me a look of complete shock on all of the fangirl's faces, Maria's mingled with slight admiration.

"Woah, Fran. That was bad-ass!" Caitlin laughed, giving me a hi-five. Over this day, I had gotten to know her and she was really nice. Apart from being by far the best at shelter making, she was also really good at camouflage and was helping me before the paint fiasco.

"Yeah, it was pretty mathmatical if I say so myself." I joked, winking cheekily.

After that, as we went round all the theory stations, we were earning death glares from the fangirls which we all smiled warmly back to, making them crease up their noses and turn away. However, that still couldn't help me stop thinking about who out of my allies was going to betray me. Alex has joined our alliance after last night, I did offer for Janel to join, but she was already in an alliance with some other people. I think I heard the names Charlotte and Arcel somewhere in her list.

I could see her now actually, with a group of girls, one looked only thirteen. Its a shame, really that people that young have to enter this thing. Its a waste of a life.

The only reason they make them enter that young was because the youngest soldier in the rebellion was thirteen themselves. If they weren't killed in the battle, they were executed in London-hanged, drawn and quartered. Probably one of the most gruesome and painful deaths anyone could experience.

"So now we have five people in our group, who do you guys like out of one direction?" Sash questioned the group as we mindlessly identified the edible and non edible food for the third time today. There was only a few theory stations and we were on our third time round. Well, I was. At some times, the others had gone off to practice their weaponry-something that I wouldn't do for maybe not so obvious reasons.

"Louis!" Alex chirped, blushing a little.

"Niall, duuh." Caitlin laughed, sticking her tongue out.

"Liam. I think I've already said this though..." Jasmin said, bemused.

"And of course I like Zayn, so who do you like Fran? I mean, there's only Harry left..." Sash asked me, an eyebrow raised. I suddenly felt a strong wave of anger flood through me at the mention of his name. How could he?

"Ugh, I don't like any of them that way, especially Styles. He can go rot for all I care." I growled, concentrating on the different forms of cyanide in the forest.

"What brought about that change of heart? You looked rather cozy with him when you were singing together." Jasmin joked, giving me an elbow nudge.

"It's called acting dah-ling!" I laughed, my face suddenly darkening. "But I just don't want to talk about it."

I quickly changed the subject and we went around the theory stations once more until the bell went, signalling the end of training for the day. With relief, I stepped into the lift, saying goodbye to everyone as they got off on their floors. I was glad to see my own apartment as the lift doors opened for a final time.

Only two more days of freedom before it begins.
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