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𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗠𝗨𝗥𝗗𝗘𝗥𝗘𝗥'𝗦 𝗣𝗢𝗩:
As I saw the lights flicker violently above my head, I knew it was time.
I had to kill someone.
I pretended to be scared, practically zooming into my room to blend in. I could hear whimpers and heavy breaths from the others, they were scared.
I couldn't blame them.
One of them is about to die-
Just not me.
I made sure that the door in my room was locked, and I sat on the rather uncomfortable bed. It made a horrible sound everytime you moved, but I had to sit. Process what I'm about to do, process everything.
I sat for a while.
My thoughts racing on every single person in this game and who I should kill.
It was hard sure, but it wasn't as hard as thinking how to do it.
It needs to be brutal, memorable, something they won't forget. Ever. Why? Because, the more evil and disgusting it is- the more threatened and sick they'll feel. And if there distracted during times, I could easy manipulate any of them!
Wow.
I'm getting into this bullshit already..
I thought again. What person would make a good first murder?
Wait.
That's it!
This will be a perfect distraction.
It'll drift the votes away from me, and throw others under the bus.
Perfect.
...
Okay, I think it's time.
I think it's been hours since the lights went off ( I think, I don't have a watch) and I know just what to do.
I stud up after a while, after all that preparing my body and resting.
I made my way to the wooden door, placing my hand on the lock. Clink.
The door unlocked.
Now, I did discover something while being in my room. There were keys in the drawers. It's the same mold for every doorhole, so that's how I access the rooms without causing major disruption.
I also found where my weapons were hiding, under my bed. But there's one problem- what if people do room checks?
Because surely, the psychic, medic, and other important roles will have things in their room that help them? I hope the speaker clarifys it later on.
I clutched the key that I needed, and stepped to the target's room. I placed the key inside the hole, perfect.
I twisted it, and I heard it unlock.
I was in.
I stepped into the room, locking eyes with my victim.
They were hurled in the corner of the small room, arms wrapped around their knees.
Their breaths were heavy, so I could just tell they were nervous.
I smirked.
I could spot the tears forming at the corner of their eyes, and the panicked expression that was plastered on their face.
As I got closer, they backed up but failed, as they were met with a wall.
They quickly stud.
I gripped the knife I had in my arm, getting ready to pounce.
I raised my arm.
" Please.." They whimpered.
I lowered it.
A wave of guilt washed over me.
I was really going to kill them.
But why? They haven't did anything to me..?
Oh, right- i know why.
The game, money, and them.
I quickly ignored my feelings and rapidly struck the knife into their lower shoulder.
I watched as the blood dripped, but I couldn't watch for too long.
They were on the floor, leant against the wall, but they weren't dead.
I was debating whether to speak, but maybe others could hear me? So I didn't. I just smiled.
I stabbed then again in their stomach.
The blood was everywhere now, it was practically a blood pool.
They were taking raspy breaths, and began to cough up blood, so i knew they were gone.
Too bad the medic didn't come in time..
And once they stopped breathing and lay there still, I felt a sudden rush of something over me.
I couldn't describe it, it was a good feeling- but also very extreme.
Like a feeling that you'd crave on a bad day, it made me feel.. Good. Wanting more?
So I continued my plan.
I dipped my finger into their bloody stomach, and began to paint on the wall.
An initial.
When I was done, I quickly picked my knife back up and jogged out the room filled with crimescene.
I went to the nearby bathroom, God was it cramped..
I hesitantly turned on the tap, scared it was make noise.
I rinced my hands with cold water, the instant freeze of the water made me shiver. But I'm not sure it was just the water.
I'd just killed someone, holy shit.
But, I don't necessarily feel bad?
It felt, good.
I turned the tap off, went back into my room, and locked the door.
I did it.
Now, I just have to wait.
𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗣𝗦𝗬𝗖𝗛𝗜𝗖'𝗦 𝗣𝗢𝗩:
I clung tight on the weird and purple ball. It was pretty sure, but it's making me really nervous. I read the instructions in my journal, and now I have right pick someone. It'll turn green if the person I picked is good and red if their evil. I have alot of weight in my hands. I'm a big threat.
I have to keep my role quiet. If the murderer founds out what my role is, I'm dead meat.
This is alot of pressure.
Okay.. Now I have to pick.
I peered down at all the names on the ball, it was everyone. I decided to pick someone random. They better not be a murderer..!
I hovered my finger over the name 'Albert', and clicked it after a moment of hesitation.
It took a few seconds for my decision to go through, and while it did- I held my breath.
....
Green.
Albert is good.
Phew..!
If that dude was a murderer, I would be seriously spooked out by his acting. He acts so goofy all of the time. Even after this horrid game was announced, he just sat- trying to make everyone feel better.
I hid the mysterious ball under my pillow.
Well now that's over with, atleast I have someone to trust?
I'm just gonna get some rest.
I need energy for the debating I'm going to take place in tomorrow..
𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗠𝗘𝗗𝗜𝗖'𝗦 𝗣𝗢𝗩:
I'm sitting in my room.
Deciding on who to help..
I wish i could help everyone, but that's against the rules.
I'm still unsure whether the murder has occurred, because I only heard faint noises. But that could be anything, right?
But if it has, and the victim has succumbed to their injuries..
𝘐𝘮 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺.
No.. I have hope!
I grabbed my device.
I pressed their name, without hesitation.
' Austin '
But my hope shattered almost as fast as I had gained it when i saw an X.
That means that he wasn't attacked.
Atleast he's safe, but that means that the victim is dead.
I'm sorry.
I hate this role.
I wish I could just heal everyone and anyone I wanted to.
But no.
I have to chose someone, with absolutely no hint on to who may be needing my help.
It works like this:
I submit a name to the device, and if it's a X, that means they haven't been attacked. But if it's XX, that means they have and I have permission to help and save them.
Yes, "permission."
And usually when it comes to things like this, I don't ask for permission. I'm urgent to help anyone. I take risks. But when it's a risk that puts my life or someone else's, thats where I draw the line.
So I have to wait in my room until I can go. Waiting, not knowing if there's a brutal attack happening right before me.
Now, if it does say XX and I get the person right, it grants me permission to go into their room.
And I can help.
So yeah, I hate this role.
And everyday, I know I'm going to feel guilt every minute of the day.
𝗔𝗡𝗡𝗜𝗘'𝗦 𝗣𝗢𝗩:
I could tell it was the morning. Even though not an ounce of light has entered my room, I can hear yawns and mutters through the rooms. I could also hear stabs and footsteps last night. Those were the things I wish I could unhear.
I should be glad it wasn't me, but a very small and tiny part of me wishes it was.
I'd gain more than I'd lose, anyway.
But it wasn't me. So forget it.
Last night, while I was doing nothing on the floor, clues came through my device.
Everyone gets a device, they're used for roles and voting. It feels very electrical, but it doesn't use an ounce of internet. So that's why it doesn't crash.
I got clues last night, clues that barely help me figure anything out.
" 𝘈𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘢s𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥."
𝘈𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯, 𝘌𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘢 , 𝘊𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘯.
They look helpful at first, but when you really read it- it isn't.
It says 'atleast.'
That could mean their all good, or maybe one of them is evil?
And plus, I don't know which one of them is evil or good...?
So it's a really risky guess.
So in my opinion, it's better to face it off mistakes the murderer may have made, instead of possibly killing an innocent person.
But putting that aside, it is morning.
But I'm not leaving my room first. I could look suspicious, or even worse-
A dead corpse could be waiting for me.
So I sat on my bed for a while, it feels like hours when your sat in an empty room filled with silence, but it was really only a few minutes.
Finally, I heard a lock drop.
And what a coincidence, after that lock dropped- they all did.
Everyone was awake, thinking the same as me.
So I sat up and approached my door, taking what could be my final calm breaths.
I unlocked.
At first, I was only met with others.
Eyes were making contact, or darting around every inch of the room.
No one was dead in the open.
They must've died in their rooms.
....
I counted everyone.
Everyone was here, except for two.
Vinny and Jordan.
I think others had clocked that too.
" Jordan and Vinny aren't here." Ally stated the very obvious, but I couldn't be making sarcastic comments in my head- one of them is dead.
We were all cautious to move. No one dared to be the person who knocked.
Because that person who was brave enough, they'd face a dead body.
So understandingly, everyone stayed still near their door. So did i.
Until, a dark haired boy, who's name tag read 'Alex' moved.
He approached Vinny's door.
" If no one else will do this- I will." He muttered.
I noticed his hands were shaking, but then,
He knocked on the door.
" Uh, why arent you knocking on Jordan's door?" Jamila questioned, tilting her head.
Alex answered,
" Intuition. I feel like Jordan is still sleeping, she doesn't seem like a morning person."
"What are you hinting at, then? You think Vinny's dead?" Jamila gasped before she asked him, much concern in her voice.
" No... It's jus- well see, he isn't answering." He told, while walking over to Jordan's door.
He knocked.
We all waited.
No answer.
" Fuck it.. Just get this bullshit over with!" Austin shouted in annoyance.
He went over to Jordan's door, knocking louder. Then, Vinny's.
But no one interfered. We all felt the same.
But eventually...
...
" WHAT THE HELL? STOP BANGING ON MY DOOR, IDIOT!!"
Jordan.
I was glad she was alive, but..
Vinny.
He's dead..
" So.. Vinny really is dead..?" Lara looked as if she was on the verge of tears, covering her mouth.
No one could answer.
Alex looked at Lara, not knowing what to say to her upset face.
" W-Well..! Maybe Vinny is just ignoring us! Or he's just a very deep sleeper.."
He couldn't fool anyone, not even a child.
Everyone knew he was dead.
Lara burst into tears, Jamila began to gag instantly, and others just stood silent.
Or arguing. That was Jordan and Austin.
" 𝘖𝘩 𝘮𝘺..! 𝘐𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘛𝘏𝘐𝘕𝘒 𝘝𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘥. 𝘞𝘦𝘭𝘭, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵..!"
...
" 𝘎𝘖 𝘖𝘕 𝘛𝘏𝘌𝘕! 𝘖𝘗𝘌𝘕 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘋𝘈𝘔𝘕 𝘋𝘖𝘖𝘙!!"
" Let's just get this with over with.."
Trey sighed. Approaching Vinny's door.
They were about to knock but then realised, Vinny wasn't about to answer?
" Uh.. How do i-?"
"𝘑𝘜𝘚𝘛 𝘒𝘕𝘖𝘊𝘒 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘋𝘈𝘔𝘕 𝘋𝘖𝘖𝘙 𝘋𝘖𝘞𝘕!!"
"Okay...! No need to be so aggressive!" They commented.
They booted the door down.
Surprisingly, it was easy to knock down.
As dust flew everywhere, ( and the door,) they entered.
But stopped at the first step.
They were facing the corner, traumatized.
" Holy shit.. He really is dead."