Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, events, places, etc., are either product of the author's imagination used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to an actual person, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
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Later on, in the real world...
The steel girders buried in the concrete scream. Then as if a pressure bomb was let off inside, thousands of windows shatter in unison一 horror with mesmerizing beauty. The breaking glass appears to fall with the grace of snow, yet in truth, it is more of a wild avalanche and just as deadly as it may sound.
"Ahhh! No one can escape from me. No one should be happy! Everyone should die in this game!"
One person can be seen inside the enclosed room一; black shattered glasses were visible as psycho laughter and cries from Madame Evee's eerie scream roared through the walls. While staring intently at the game monitors, she continued to break things within her reach and throw it to the ground out of her frustration.
Her face seems relaxed for seconds, but then, she would scream and burn in rage in a flick of a finger. She's going insane. As she realizes that her plan to kill innocent lives of all the Blackwoodian Citizens inside the game was going through an absolute failure, she furiously shouts and beams in anger 一leaving her controls out at the risk of being destroyed.
"I can't let this happen. No one can come out of my school, alive." Like a broken plaque, those words continuously come out from the wicked Vice President's lips. She devoted all her life planning the flow of the games一 from start to finish. She had her cards unfolded and tactics to do in order to kill everyone. And ever since she was seated at her invisible throne, she had been planning how she can destroy the lives of young teens. She's the devil's wife, and her dream was to make a game for students who she thinks are a waste of space and population on earth. And, she made it. She killed the former president with her own hands and made dark rules for the sake of her dream. She shaped other students一, specifically the Section -Zero, to be as evil as her.
The black hours, the punishments, the golden rule, the death games, all of those were formed inside her deep grudges. Deep inside the dungeons of her evil desires.
Failure was never a word for her. All she knew was that she wanted to kill. Kill. And... kill. But then evil can never win against anything. They can taste a bit of glory, but then, all of those will turn into ashes soon. Madame Evee already made most of her dreams come true; she already killed many students and buried them inside the punishment rooms of BWH. She was so addicted to seeing the blood of teens rushing throughout their bodies, and she needs to stop. She will stop soon.
Due to her fear of being executed by the police and being punished by the government for her evil deeds, she plans to leave BWH with her students inside the ongoing game一; she knew they would die inside it, only if she pressed the button combinations right. Two switches are installed inside the machines一 the game stopper and the kill switch. Once she made sure she hits the latter, she plans to leave BWH without any traces.
But, her machine wasn't built as well as others. Because it was shaped by dark desires and nights of fast-pacing gears, it wasn't the best. It will never be the best. Without second thoughts, she placed her fingers on the Kill switch and pressed it multiple times一, only for her to realize a bit later that the button was actually made precisely opposite of each other's label.
"The system is now shutting down," the voice of the system AI brought horror to the wicked VP. Unfortunately, she hit the other button一, the game stopper. And there's no way in hell she could undo it now.
"No. No. No!" Panicking, she tried to fix it, yet it was too late. The system shuts down, and the game comes to an end. All the students that Madame Evee once threatened and toyed with being her characters in her hell game were now free.
Meanwhile, on the game arena, just as Avy and the whole ship's crew thought about happy endings, the light they have been dreaming shattered into glitchy fragments...
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[Avy's POV]
From the carousel of my nightmare memories, there soon comes an order一a subtle awareness of reality I am under, the flow of thoughts with their loose, now connects to my mind. Upon waking up, my brain replays the last few scenes of my dark dreams. The games... what happened?
My body waked as if it's an emergency as if sleeping on that fucking headgear had become a perilous thing. My heart beats fast, and there is a buzzing in my brain, and together they are as panic with jump-leads. Only now my brain is as a flat battery; the exertions of the dark headpiece I am in was being a marathon of eerie atmosphere I wish to escape.
After a few moments more, the sound of the headgears being lifted up, together with a subtle moist smoke it releases, my eyelids flicker open to the dim room—no daylight peeking through. I was brought back to BWH's underground again, the Below Zero.
I am awake, and there is no retreat. I steal a glance at my side, and there I saw the other main players on my sides, who were still inside the dark machine.
I rushed up to them and tried to wake them up, "Light? Winter? Please wake up, guys," but to no avail, they won't budge. What, why? I already got through the machine. Why can't others do the same? As I roamed my eyes around the underground cave, my eyes darted to the bleachers, trying to squint my eyes; I came to a harsh truth that almost all of the seats are now... empty. And worse of the worse, as I slowly lifted my gazes above the bleacher's area...
My mouth emerged a big gasp of horror. Oh my god. I almost fell out of balance when I saw my other fellow citizens on the vast dome ceiling, necks hanged up to their death by short ropes.
Worst of all, two of them we're...
Rise and Shine.
Fuck it! I bit my lips hard. I can't help but to forcefully closed my eyes while witnessing their unfortunate state. Tears started to well up in my eyes, and sobs of pain emerged from my mouth. No, why did we have to go this far? Why did that Evil Vice President go this far?
This was our fault because we accomplished all the challenges, and we killed all the monsters on the game; the student counterparts of those monsters have to suffer the same way too. Oh god. We, the main players, killed them without even knowing...
Just when I was about to go back to the dark machine and end my own life, pointless clanks of stilettoes walked through my ears. A cast of shadow came running一, obviously heading out of the underground cave. A glowing red buzzer alarmed as the silhouette passed through a vast agape door. I balled my fists as the dawn of realization enveloped me. Madame Evee. That's her. She's trying to run away.
With my last glance at the other players, I decided to run after and chase that wicked bitch. I can't let her escape from us. She needed to pay the price of our agony, fears, and most importantly, for the sake of the lives of all the Blackwoodian Citizens that she took away.
My feet stumbled upon a gun, and as fast as my reflexes, I quickly took it and hid on my back. I sighed deeply. With power on my steps, I brought up all my strength and headed towards the same dark pathway Madame Evee has walked through. We needed justice. And I know more than anyone else in this hell that it can't be just served up to our plates if we don't seek for it by ourselves.
In a world full of game players, the only way to set yourself apart is to be a game-changer. Madame Evee made us kill each other for the sake of her dreams. So, I will change her dreams into nightmares. An eye for an eye, a life for a life.
Justice is another way around for me, and when I say another way around... that means she needs to pay us the same exact thing we suffered. She needs to pay us an immense debt, and all we can accept is the price of her...
Death.
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To be continued.