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John's fingers patted his fingers as Cherno walked across the room to Temperance. But he withheld revealing what was in his pocket. Yawning he stretched and shifted out of his immobile position from before and sent his odd eyes flying about the large auditorium. Escaping together seemed to be the general consensus. And when surrounded by sinners you must be a shining example.

That being said, John gazed upwards towards the windows. "Excellent logic, solidifying us into a single unit to achieve a primary goal seems perfect. So can we please start brainstorming getting out of here. Together." His right index finger followed his eyes, theatrically reminding them where they needed to be to survive.

 

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No one really stood out to her until ...Cherno took the stage and went all dramatic and shit. His clapping had almost sent her over the edge and into hysterics. Almost. What was wrong with him? This guy...He was very theatrical, wasn't he? She listened quietly to his conclusions. She thought he was getting this all wrong, but what could she say? The majority of people in this room were completely pussies. No one would just hope right on the train to slaughterville. Still...The weirdo was making more progress than most of the people here. That was enough to keep her from lashing out.

She was honestly not sure how much longer she could go without eating or drinking something. She couldn't even find the strength to pull herself off of the steps. What he was talking about...banning together against a 'cosmic force' and what not. That sounded a lot like rebellion to her. They could go ahead and work together in their orgy of Mary-Sues, but she wasn't getting involved in an attempt to fight against Crestatia. Anyone who trying to rebel against a deity who could just throw gas trucks into diners didn't seem very intelligent at all.

Temperance was making the most sense to her. John only echoed Cherno.

"Well, if we're still here, no one's got it right yet..."

She muttered. Her vision was beginning to blur a bit, so she laid her head back on top of her knees. Her stomach growled. "Oh god."

She was becoming more and more impatient. She wasn't sure what she'd do if survival instinct seriously kicked it. For now, she would try to rest, even for just a bit.

 

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why am I letting him get in my head? Weakness gets you killed. she needed to worry about herself, no one else. Shape up or ship out, right? Temperance needed to concentrate. She wasn't book smart, but she was cunning and devious. There was something they were all missing, something still keeping them there. What had all that mythology taught her? There had to be something useful stored in the recesses of her brain from all those stories and facts.

time to be wow worthy and not the weak child cherno was somehow making her become. She pressed her hands firmly against his back and shoved him out of her way. How on earth could she be the center of attention if he was standing in her way? that's better.. Temperance strolled passed him, a smug grin played at her lips, and she stood there on the stairs. Maybe she did have something to contribute after all. Something that would the know-it-alls look stupid. "well, if we're still here, no one's got it right yet..."

her eyes flashed to Madeline. thank you captain obvious. Madeline buried her face in her knees after mumbling something and temperance rolled her eyes. She started fidgeting with her fingers, the grin never leaving her face, and just stood there. The expression morphed to something almost giddy. Maybe it still wasn't the right bit of information, but it had to be worth something.

"as much as it pains me to say this, I agree with madeline." Her green eyes flashed to the blond curled up in a different row of stairs and then back around the room. "we haven't gotten it right yet and I'm not saying I've got it right, but I do think I have something no one's considered yet." she briefly paused to let it sink in. "what if we're not here because of crestatia at all? Granted, I whole-heartedly believe that storm outside is her doing, but what if us being stuck in the auditorium isn't? She clearly wants us divided, isolated, so then why would she put us together like this? The only solution we've come up with so far is to kill one another. It's a valid point, I won't lie, but there's something more."

temperance began to bob up and down, becoming more excited as she moved closer to her point. Her stomach did a flip and she felt a sharp stabbing pain. Food. Now was more crucial than ever to eat. She winced at the pain and rest her hand on her waist. It hurt, but she had to ignore it, at least for right now. "what if crestatia was trying to make things more interesting for herself by causing the flood, but something got in her way...or someone?" she squeezed her stomach and winced again. It wouldn't get the best of her, not when she was getting to the finally.

"quintus said 'who or what is analynne?' I think that's the key. obviously if crestatia specified in her rules: 'no analynne,' then they aren't exactly on the same side. Analynne is probably something similar to crestatia and that's probably why she also said we're only allowed to make deals with her, no one else. She could be afraid that we will turn to analynne for help, but if that's the case I don't see why she would have mentioned her in the first place. Crestatia has given us the opportunity to learn about analynne. So, to bring this to an end, I think analynne might be the one have trapped us in here. We're not allowed out until we understand that it wasn't crestatia at all. That she's trying to help us and she can only do it if we acknowledge her presence. It's kind of like how crestatia possessed the fant-" she had to forcefully remind herself not to dall him that in front of everyone else. Temperance cleared her throat and a strained smile made its way across her face. "Anthony and killed ash and Xavier. She wanted to make it clear that her presence was there."

temperance had to grab the back of a nearby chair to steady herself. The hunger was beginning to make her head spin. She wouldn't die of starvation, not after everything that had happened. She had to finish her point. She had already said so much. There was no way someone could finish it for her. That wouldn't be fair. How long had they been trapped in the auditorium? Minutes, hours, days? She couldn't really tell. It all just felt like an eternity to her.

"sorry...umm..where was i?" She paused to try and recollect her thoughts. "right. Presence. So I could be completely wrong about this, and I wouldn't be surprised if I am, but it's something we haven't looked at. Maybe Analynne trapped us in here to figure out she's helping or maybe I'm completely wrong and...and crestatia...crestatia did do this and we still...we still haven't come up with why...but..but..." temperance's knees began to shake uncontrollably and she had to pull herself into the chair before she collapsed. How long had it been since she ate? How was anyone left standing? Her throat was so dry now from that long speech. Water...she needed water.

her focus blurred and it she could hardly see her hand in front of her face. They needed to get out of there, immediately.

 

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xxxxxxxxxx Her head felt light, and all of these people talking wasn't helping at all . . . It barely processed in her mind. The only thing she could complete was Cherno's enthusiastic speech and Temperance's ever-vexatious and superior-complex filled tone. They were getting nowhere, Madeline said it herself, and Kallisti knew it was true. Despite what she had said earlier, about no one dying, she seriously began to contemplate if someone dying was the key to getting out of here. She hated violence, she hated anyone being treated bad, but what could they do? This was not an ordinary situation that they were in, they no longer led ordinary lives . . .

Kallisti made herself distant from the group. She was hungry . . . Most of all tired, but she knew that if she didn't focus on the hunger, everything would be okay. If they didn't find a way out of here, they would all die. What was a small flood turned into a complete disaster - but this was no coincidence, not if they were all gathered in here. To kill someone, though . . . She had hunted animals and shot targets, but killing a human? That was the thing, morals . . . " If you see them as nothing more than animals, then it isn't so bad. " Peter had once said, but she didn't know if he had ever killed anyone before - then again, she wouldn't doubt it . . .

She looked back at the group - Which of these people were the least human, to her?

Perhaps it wasn't the best idea to make the decision of killing someone on her own? It didn't seem like the most advantageous idea to tell them though. What would they do? Surely reprimand her for being so " inhuman ", but . . . They were running out of options here, and they needed to make do with what little they had. No one had really paid mind to her question about Analynne - who was she anyway? Another demon? If she was apart of that fine print, if Crestatia didn't want them to see that . . . Did that mean she didn't want them to know who Analynne was? Could they summon her?

. . . Sigh. Her mind was bouncing everywhere, almost like two people were thinking at once.

The weakest link. Summoning a demon. Who to kill. How to survive. Being human. Making do. Doesn't hurt to try. Doesn't hurt to suggest. Keep it to yourself. Don't tell anyone. Just do it. Don't do it. Do it. Don't. Yes. No. Stop. Why? Because you need to be human. No you don't.

" Stop. " she said to herself, too quiet for any of the others to hear, " Just stop. " But she turned to the group and made their way back to the group, " I am going to ask a very sensitive question, here. " she announced to the others, " Please feel free to not answer, but I do require some input before doing anything too drastic. " She waited just a bit for her question to sink in for the others.

" I have been reveling in a great deal of thought, and I have come to a conclusion that is both unsatisfactory and yet, viable an conclusive. " she explained, " If we were to . . . off someone, " she dare not say kill, for there were sensitive souls in this room, " who do you think would be the best candidate to dismiss? "

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The tension in the room was intense and made Brian extremely uncomfortable. He shifted awkwardly in his seat, crossing his legs in the process. That was... a little better. With a yawn, he scratched his head and slouched slightly. How long would they be trapped in here? The answer left a pit in the bottom of the boy's stomach. He sighed and covered his stomach with his crossed arms. Brian looked to Aileen, who seemed to be... in pain? He frowned slightly and turned back to the others.

They were still spewing ideas like a faucet, which was a good thing, but none of them went anywhere. Either everyone ignored it or someone changed the course of the conversation. He shouldn't be too judgmental though, since he was also guilty of this. Brian looked to his lap as everyone contined with their own trains of thought. At least they spoke in turn, it showed some of these people had some decency.

It was Quin's idea that made Brian quickly raise his head and look at the girl. Did she seriously just ask that? This would surely cause nothing but more animosity between everyone. Hopefully they would stay smart and not say anything, just as he planned to. His eyes diverted back to his lap, and he allowed his thoughts to travel elsewhere.

...Surely they wouldn't be in here much longer, right? Brian's stomach growled menacingly. He observed the others one by one, and picked off who seemed to be in a terrible condition. He looked curiously at them, and looked for any signs of weakness. Temperance didn't look so hot, and neither did Madeline. Maybe their stomachs were killing them as much as his was killing him? A part of him felt sorry for them, but he had to worry about himself and Aileen. He, again, looked to her. She seemed neutral for now. A large weight was lifted off his heart as he sighed easily.

Still... there was the burden of this whole one-hundred-days thing. It still hadn't sunk in fully, despite all the traumatic events that had unraveled so far: Thomas' death, the explosion at Lacey's, the storm, and now this...? It all still seemed so bizarre to him. What had they done to deserve this...? Suddenly, an idea popped in his head, and his mouth soon followed suit. Plus, hopefully this would at least divert attention from Quin's... question. "What if... we all have done something that made Crestatia choose us?" Brian spoke confidently. "I think we all should confess something we feel guilty about." He gulped, his confidence fading. Brian spoke weakly, a lone tear falling from his cheek to the cold floor.

"...I caused the death of... someone very close to me..."

 

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M. She would put up a good fight.
Temperance too. They both looked in pain though...
Quin. She seemed willing to kill as well.
Anthony. Naturally he wouldn't even be an option.
Cherno. Even if he was on the wrong path he seemed resourceful enough.
Altair...was smiling? Interesting. Though this crossed him off the list.
Brian made a suggestion just then but up until now he and Aileen were deemed useless by her. But they would protect each other, no?
Abby... Small, timid, alone... If it weren't for their spent in the gym she would have no trouble offing her.
Then there was John. Religious nut.
Hm...with these choices...

It had to be one of them. She only needed a chance now. And to obtain said chance playing along with Brian's idea wasn't bad, if it'd distract them long enough for an opening and get the others' minds off of killing. And if he was right, well that would mean no one had to die after all.

Now. What was she guilty for? If her parents were here it would be being gay or simply just existing. That was silly though. Other than that...there was only one thing coming to mind. It was something she wished to forget about though, something she tried to push to the back of her mind long ago.

"Maybe he has a point... If it is, then..." Maybe she could be vague? "Due to anger issues I once could not control I ended up hurting someone dear."

 

Jesus fuck goddamnit stop tumbling holy hell Temperance pushed Cherno off to the side and he landed by the back of a chair, slowly sliding to the floor. What was her problem? She seemed overly distressed from everything. Temperance began her shaky, barely put-together comments on the entire matter. Cherno just sat on the paneled floor, a bit nervous from its potential dirtiness, listening quietly. It could entirely be possible he was wrong. At the same time, it would be the events in the next few moments that would note how much truth was behind Cherno's ideas.

Temperance was talking about Analynne. Analynne. No Analynne. There was no question she was a key for the whole thing. Could she have done this? They had little idea who or what exactly "Analynne" was, besides Crestatia being opposed to, uh, that thing. Did she really trap them here? It seemed possible. But the malevolence of the atmosphere here seemed sinister regardless. This was all assuming Analynne was even a positive force to begin with. She had yet to reveal herself.

How would they even summon Analynne? They barely had any idea on how to summon Crestatia herself, and now here they were trying to look for what she hated. Not to mention it was against the rules, very clearly. Temperance had a point, but to Cherno it seemed unlikely that this "Analynne" concept had very much to do with what was going on right now.

Then through the riff-raff, the many comments, as Cherno sat on the floor, his cheek to the seat, listening with dazed eyes, he heard one statement that made his eyes widen.

" I have been reveling in a great deal of thought, and I have come to a conclusion that is both unsatisfactory and yet, viadble an conclusive. "

Oh no.

" If we were to . . . off someone, "

Fuck.

" who do you think would be the best candidate to dismiss? "

Was she really suggesting that? Seriously suggesting that? Talk about bloodthirsty insane people.
Bluh. Now now, Cherno. Your hunger was getting to you, it seemed. But really, Quin? Funny. Cherno thought of Quin a civilized person.

...

But it was something that had been lingering in Cherno's doubts before as well. Killing off someone to test if it would bring about any reveal with what to do here. The gruesome, sickening truth is that it could definitely be a probable way to fix this. And in all of Crestatia's omnipotence, they could never trick her. No cunning tricks here, Cherno.

And yet, it was such a huge wager. Fuck everything. Either they sacrifice one to save many, or they sacrifice one and save none. They lose one in the process, and it begins a spiraling, downward curve of people hurting each other after the gateway slaying has been done. Could they really risk it? Was everyone that irrational that killing someone would be the first decision?

Right. He shouldn't expect rational logic with these people or with this entire situation anymore. He would have to change his method of thinking for the sake of getting as many people to survive. But what would work in this setting? There was too little information to grab at to make a surefire, satisfactory conclusion on what sort of values worked.

Well. At least if everyone agreed, it would show that Cherno's statements on people working together had some basis behind them.

Cherno chuckled.

How morbid. How very morbid.

This was ridiculous. His stomach growled slightly. When was the last time he ate? Shit, it was making him a bit irritable, wasn't it?

...

Who would be the best to off, really?
Mostly everyone here had connections that could protect them somehow. And those who had no other allies were the ones who could fend for themselves. This wasn't going to just test the morals of individuals. This was a game of testing trust.

He heard Brian say something off in the distance."I think we all should confess something we feel guilty about."

This was a better alternative. Would it really bring any fruit?

Cherno had the mind of a scientist. An analyst who worked with rational conclusions. This world was little to him. He should take the plunge. Confess. Confess. But what would he confess? Something he was guilty about. What wasn't he guilty about? His stomach growled. He looked at his bandaged hand. The pain could come back soon. He only had one bottle of painkillers left, right? What then? These painkillers were pretty potent at times. Maybe they could make sure the person was knocked out before ... before dying ...

No screams of pain. No crying out. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. Cherno's head throbbed. This was fucking ridiculous. These people were crazy. So why was he thinking about it? They had little choice right now, did they?

But he was a scientist. He needed to try every form of experimentation. He took out his bottle of painkillers and silently placed them next to his feet. Was killing someone really the way of getting out of here?

Something he felt guilty about, Brian said.

Cherno silently whispered to himself. "Going along with this fucking ridiculous plan." He stood up and moved towards Quin, who seemed to be in a state of contemplating herself.

"Quin," He said, sitting down next to her. He glared menacingly and disapprovingly at her, but at the same time shook the bottle of painkillers in front of their faces.

"Who exactly are you planning to kill?
And you realize that any death here would be gateway to ... more chaos, if it does not work out, yes?"

At least,
Cherno had the potential chance to save another person. He would need to be careful.

 

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xxxxxxxxxx Brian went off on a limb about something else entirely, but Kallisti wasn't hearing it.

Am I seriously? You are, look at yourself. I do not want to. You've gotta. No, stop. You're bringing this upon yourself. No, you are. If you would only stop and let me breath and think clearly - Do you really want to think clearly? Could you do this with a clear mind? I could think of something else with a clear mind. You know there's nothing else. But there has to be. You've already got blood on your hands. That means nothing to me. Of course it does, because it's the blood of someone you loved. I did not mean to, please, stop. It can be done again. All you have to do is do it. But I do not want to . . . You have to. But I am scared . . .

" Quin. " said someone, and tiredly, Kallisti looked at who came to her. It was Cherno, giving her a disgusted look of hate. She looked away. A rattle of something caught her attention, and she looked once again. Painkillers. " Who exactly are you planning to kill? "

Her temper flared slightly at this, what little color she had leaving her face, " I did not say I was going to kill anyone. " she replied evenly, narrowing her eyes at him, " It was simply a suggestion. Do not look at me like I am some heartless serial killer that has no conscience. " But her mind began to reel at his question. She had not picked anyone, for she didn't have an answer from the others . . . But did she truly need one?

No, you don't. You don't need to wait for them. Are you sure? Yes, just answer him.

" . . . The weakest link. " she replied slowly, processing his reaction, " I had one of three people in mind for this: Brian, Abigail, and Aileen. Wrenching at my heart, though, for while I am being logical, I have nothing against these three people. Nothing at all. If anything, I like Aileen and Abigail - and can tolerate Brain. But I am be strategical here. If I were to . . . seriously harm one of them, who is to say that demoness would not show up? "

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Cherno sighed. He felt his ears redden. Was his anger going to flare here? He brought the painkillers down and away. He looked at Quin. At least, it didn't seem like she was enjoying this conclusion herself.

"I never said that. You don't mighty look like you're a big fan of this conclusion. The entire reason I'm here is because I'm also ... whack enough to have to agree about the possibility." Cherno lowered his head and moved his good hand through his slightly dirty hair in definite frustration. Quin mentioned Abigail, Aileen, and Brian. Sure. They were definitely the weakest links, but would he let them die so quickly?

Without turning to face her, he replied, a bit exasperated. "That ... that is the most logical conclusion, I suppose. The weakest. Right." This was fucking painful. Cherno's words felt hollow. "I'm not sure if it would be the best to breed distrust among already established positive relationships. While I understand your jive little thought process, would it be better to stay among strong people who distrust each other, or weaker ones who have the power of trust backing them?" This was terrible. So terrible. Cherno's head hurt. "Have you not already considered the various other things? Try ... try confessing something you feel guilty about, like Brian said. We should leave the barbarism to the last choice if we have ... alternatives."

"And besides," He turned back up to Quin. "Who's to say that the demoness would show up?"

"This is an extreme risk we are taking, sister. This has to be carefully done." Cherno wondered if he could slip in a possible proof of his earlier solidarity hypothesis. "Carefully done, and with the consent of the majority."

 

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At least he agreed that this was complete lunacy.

Yet you're the one who brought it up. I know that. Why did you do it? I just want to get things done. I do, too. But you want to kill someone. So do you. I do not.

" I'm not sure if it would be the best to breed distrust among already established positive relationships. " Cherno began to her, " While I understand your jive little thought process, would it be better to stay among strong people who distrust each other, or weaker ones who have the power of trust backing them? " What was he saying? That she should consider taking someone out who had no connections to any of the others?

Maybe it was a bad idea to listen to him. It is not, he is being logical. The guy's rambling! No he is not, he is explaining things well! You're confused! I AM NOT, STOP IT. Ooh, little Kalli is being riled up, how adora - SHUT THE FUCK UP. For now, dear Kalli. For now.

" And besides, " he said again, " Who's to say that the demoness would show up? "

He posed a good point with that, " I am not absolutely certain, that is why I have not cut any anyone out, yet. " she replied, and he brought up the alternatives, " I do not wish to say what I have done, for I would be highly disapproved of. And besides, why would we need to tell each other what we have done, when surely the demoness knows all about us? "

" I do know that this is risky, Cherno, but if we do not come to a conclusion now, we might all die. " she told him, " What is of more worth to us? More lives, or just one that can be sacrificed? " Her heart hurt. " If they are willing to vote, then let it be done. "

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Hunger. Migraine. Death. Those were the three things on her mind. Quin had asked the group who they would "dismiss." Brian had also mentioned making confessions, but she was so speechless from Quin's question that she decided to leave his idea for another day. Kill someone. Her, kill someone? She could barely bring herself to dissect a frog in Biology class, let alone kill someone who was living. This was a very sensitive topic, but they had been talking about it for a while. Hugging her bag tightly, Aileen scanned the faces of each member. She did not know everyone well enough to even have a clue about who would be useful in the future, and decided to stop thinking about the next potential death.

Cherno seemed utterly disgusted by what Quin had asked and Aileen could see why. It sparked a lot of controversy, and he did not seem like the type to kill. A peacemaker and a germaphobe put into one was what he was. A peacemaking germaphobe.

Quin defended herself by stating who she would get rid of. Her idea of the 'weakest link' included Abigail, Brian and Aileen. Aileen frowned and clenched her fists which remained by her said. She was frustrated but did not intend to hurt anybody. In her mind, 'the weakest link' was a euphemism for the word 'useless', a word that Aileen hated hearing. Her mind went back to all of the times her parents had called her, or something she loved 'useless', beginning with when they called dance useless and ending with when they called her useless for the fiftieth time. With each memory, Aileen bit her bottom lip harder and harder, causing it to eventually bleed. So Mother and Father aren't the only ones that think like that...

But Aileen had to think about it from Quin's perspective. If she were Quin who would she think would be the weakest link? Aileen was not as knowledgeable as Cherno, or as confident as Madeline and Temperance. She was not a strategist like Anthony, or as physically strong as Altair. She was useless, after all.

Aileen turned her attention to Cherno once again, as he spoke. He re-suggested confessing something, so Aileen did. "This isn't really a confession- but it is. Quin, honestly, if I were to kill someone in this group, it would probably be me as well..." she said quietly to herself. She wondered if anyone even heard her.

 

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Hearing others actually reply to his question gave Brian a slight smile of achievement, despite their rather morbid and vague responses. He obviously knew that Madeline didn't favor him, but he wasn't quite so sure with the others. Elizabeth, Quin, and Temperance he felt were on the fence. As for Cherno and the others in the auditorium, he got the impression they didn't mind him--maybe even liked him. The thought made him giddy, which must've seemed almost sadistic considering the situation the group of eleven were currently in. Maybe he wasn't as hated as he had thought...

The poor boy, he couldn't have been more wrong.

He overheard Quin's comment towards Cherno. His stomach flipped. He felt sick. He was... one of the weakest links? The words made him feel disgusting. Hearing Aileen's name, he promptly looked to her. She looked upset--extremely. Then, he barely heard Aileen's "confession". With a gasp, he approached her suddenly. His face looked of disappointment and sadness. How could she say that about herself?!

Brian grabbed her by the wrist, hopefully not hurting her, and lead her away from the group. He looked back at the group as the duo walked, pure discontent in his eyes. Once he felt they were an acceptable distance away, he sat on the ground. In an effort to calm himself, Brian breathed calmly and adjusted his scarf. His eyes were deadlocked with Aileen's. "What would make you say that, Aileen?" Brian asked bluntly. He put in an attempt to sound caring, but this was too serious. "If anyone should die from here, it should be me. It's not like anyone besides you would care anyway..." His voice trailed off.

No, this wasn't about him, it was about Aileen. He swallowed hard as the tears came streaming down his cheeks. It was all about Aileen... b-but, how could they not like him--even hate him? How? He-he was so friendly towards everyone. He rocked back and forth slightly, his weakness in plain sight. Watery eyes looked to his best friend as he waited for her reply.

 

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Temperance managed to come out of her daze long enough to realize what the fuck was going on. What the fuck is going on?! Even Cherno was starting to go along with it? Did he hit his head when she shoved him out of her way? He was supposed to be the logical one. The one person among all of them that could keep a clear head no matter what. Was this really the clear-headed thing to do? Even she didn't like it. She had thought about it thousands of times. Every time he touched her she thought about it, but actually doing--that was another thing.​

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Could they really go through with it? Quin picked Brian, Aileen, and Abby. Those were reasonable choices. Why didn't she pick her? That seemed to be the logical one. Wouldn't they all want to take out the one person that didn't belong among them? The person in the group that constantly made their lives hell? That's what she would do. So why wasn't her name in that list? Was Quin actually afraid of her? Temperance scoffed. That was almost too funny. So she did instill fear enough to keep herself alive. Would that be the only reason she lasts, because they were afraid of her?​

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She must have proven herself strong enough with that fight against Madeline at Lacey's. Of course they should fear her. It was the smart choice. But Cherno...he was really helping Quin? He was supposed to be the sweet guy. The one that offered himself up on stage if working together didn't get them out of here. Why would he help her? Did he really want to do this? ​

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Temperance bit her lip and took a deep breath, fighting back a sob. This was no time to be weak. She had already decided. Nothing was going to get in her way. She would do whatever was necessary to survive as long as possible. Temperance didn't honestly care if she made it to the end, but she did want to see how long Crestatia would keep her here. The stupid genius wasn't going to get in the way of that, even if he did manage to make her happy. NO! She shook her head and pulled herself to her feet. There was no way things like that could cross her mind. Not now. ​

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He wasn't worth it. None of them were worth it. Temperance took another deep breath and made her way slowly up the stairs, closing the distance between herself and the others. It was time they ended this shit. They needed to get out of this god forsaken auditorium right fucking now and she wouldn't wait another minute. "Why don't we take it to a vote. Loser gets stabbed." There was a smirk on her face as the words came out, but it was only there by nature. She didn't want to be smiling about it. ​

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She may have been sick, but not that sick. Who would get pleasure out of this? Crestatia. Obviously she was laughing at them right now. Her whole idea about Analynne was ridiculous. It wasn't even good enough to dignify a response from any of the others. What a waste of time. There were reasons why Temperance didn't open her mouth with intelligent thoughts, no one listened when she did.​

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There were eleven people in the auditorium. An odd number was perfect. They would mostly like not have to worry about a tie then. Hopefully this wouldn't come back to bite her in the ass. Just because Quin didn't say her name, didn't mean the rest of them would keep their mouths shut as well.​

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Temperance stood behind Cherno and shook her head. Why did she let any of those ridiculous thoughts cross her mind? Heat of the moment? That could be the only answer. She wouldn't last if she spent her time thinking about him. There was no reason to. He wouldn't like the truth and she wouldn't tell him it, so things wouldn't get anywhere. How many times would she have to say he's better off hating her like everyone else before he gets the picture? It would sting less if he felt that way now rather than later. "Well...a vote? There's plenty enough people here for the outcome to interesting. Honestly, I'm curious as to who everyone else would pick."​

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Not long after 'confessing' Brian grabbed Aileen's wrist and pulled her away from the group. He was upset. He would never grip that hard on her wrist if he wasn't. Once walking a fair distance from the rest of the group, Brian sat down. Aileen remained standing. She could feel his seriousness in his gaze. "What would make you say that, Aileen?" He asked bluntly.

"Brian, face it. What do I even have to offer to this group? Everyone has so many great suggestions and what have I got?" Aileen paused, biting her lip again. "Nothing. Nothing, Brian. You heard Quin. I'm a weak link. Useless. I-"

Before she could finish, Brian spoke. "If anyone should die from here, it should be me. It's not like anyone besides you would care anyway..." Tears streamed down his face. No. No. No. Seeing her best friend cry made her teary eyed. It hurt her heart. Aileen walked closer in front of him, knelled on the ground and hugged him.

"That's not true," Aileen started, speaking in the most reassuring tone she could speak in, " You have your family. And me. You have something to live for, Brian- your little sister." She let go and looked him in the eyes. She could feel her own tears making their way down her face. She wiped them away "I on the other hand, have...nothing."

 

Confession? No. No. Haha. What were they, Catholics? No. He rubbed his chin in deep thought. We are teenagers. We should not be computing this stuff with our brains. John quietly shook his head. Murder? Jesus didn't harm fly. So why would he harm an Abby? Jesus, did that sound like working together? His patience was running thin, he could feel something mentally breaking in is skull.

His stomach rumbled as he walked across the auditorium to take his place behind Cherno. Food would have to wait. His hungry stomach reminded of fasting, which reminded him of
meditation. Which led him to calm down. Back to his original idea. Escape. Escape was more important then these idiotic ideas. "Try as you might, you can't save those that don't want to be saved, Chernobyl." His words floated soft and quiet from his spot to Cherno's ear only.

 

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Hunger struck the teen, but he simply endured. He had much endured much worse before and for now hunger was at the least of his mind. The conversation had taken a great turn and Altair thoroughly enjoyed listening to their conversation. It had finally come to the thought of sacrifice, culling out the weak while the strong was left to live. True this was all hypothetical at the moment but just was was holding them back from pulling through with it? Would they really kill somebody to save another? A better question was who exactly would he choose if he had to...

He found them all quite interesting really. They had their own strengths and their own quirks and Altair would be quite disappointed at the early disposal of a member of their little chaotic group. Would killing of another person work? What would happen if this so called plan failed? What sort of guilt will they feel for the sad victim in the whole entire mess.

Resting his elbow on the armrest beside him, Altair rested his cheek on his hand and closed his eyes as he continued to smile his soft smile "Know this, nobody is useless...we all have our roles in this world, whether its small or major. Everybody can change the world in their little way...either through good...or even evil" Altair said upon hearing the words of Aileen. It had been quite a long time since he actually said anything so if anybody forgot about his presence, well they either knew of it now or just ignored him.

Abigail, Brian, and Aileen, the top three of the shank list. Those three had done no wrong yet they are still the few that were chosen to be killed off like mere animal. Only those who proved their worth were allowed to live. For now Altair only wished to see the results of their actions and observe their emotions, whether they would run wild or turn to steel.

 

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xxxxxxxxxx When Temperance began to bring it up to a vote, Kallisti moved away from the group and waited. She wasn't going to vote. It was already painful enough having to hear that quiet exchange between Brian and Aileen. Both of them were very emotionally susceptible, but Abigail had said nothing in her defense. In fact, she had been quiet most of this time, but when Kallisti looked over at her, there was no despair on her face - no emotion whatsoever. Perhaps this meant something.

For sure, Kallisti couldn't bring herself to rid of Aileen. Brian would be a little easier, if she were honest. Regardless . . . But Abigail - she had invited Abigail to her house, for her to come whenever she pleased. She never did. For a moment, her heart thumped in her chest, but her face remained passive. She wouldn't show any emotions.

When she returned to the group, it was found that the vote was split: One for Cherno, one for Brian . . . One for Anthony, two for Elizabeth and Aileen, and then . . .

Oh.

. . . Three for Abigail. Her face went pale, but her blank expression still held. The public has voted. I know they have. You know what to do. Of course I do. With a silence, Kallisti walked away from the group once more, looking around the giant auditorium. They were somehow the only group in it; how, she didn't know, but she wouldn't doubt if the demoness had something to do with it. the chairs were all lined up nicely, but some of them hadn't quite made it to the whole. She thought about backstage - would here be some props?

That's where she checked, and she found a bow and an arrow. She remembered this prop; it was used for a play about Helen of Troy. If she recalled correctly, Brian had been in that play - that's right . . . He was the theatrical one. Did he ever use this bow?

Would this be good enough? It was . . . plastic, but . . . She cursed herself for knowing speed, trajectory, and accuracy. If she aimed this for a non-fatal spot, Abigail should be alright . . . This was sick. But she was supposed to aim to kill, if they were to summon Crestatia. But Cherno was right - how did she even know if this would work? What if Abigail would die for nothing? This made her stress out a little . . . Abigail was facing away from the stage, she would feel it before she saw it.

Kallisti quietly made her way onto center stage, she didn't know if the others heard her footsteps, but surely they were waiting for her. Just like before. It is not. You have bow in hand, and you are aiming to kill. I do not mean to. What do you mean you don't mean to, you've got the bow, this was your idea! I know it was my idea! That does not make it much easier for me. It'll be just like before, love. Don't sweat it. I am going to sweat it - do you not know what I am doing here?! Kallisti nocked the fake but practical arrow into the cheaply made bow. Would she even be able to shoot with this thing? Of course you would, you're a professional, love.

She raised her arm and aimed for the shoulder - a place that could be both fatal and non-fatal - , closing one eye, her heart thumping in her chest. This was it, " Please forgive me, Abigail . . . I could never play for you. " And just moments later, a human was no longer what she was shooting.

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Madeline was in this strange state of half-consciousness for quite some time. She wasn't sure how much longer she had to go, she wanted to eat. She was tempted to start eating the goddamn carpet soon if something didn't change. Her head was reeling, even though her forehead rested unmoving on her knees. The words of those around her drifting in one ear and right out of the other.

She wasn't paying attention anymore. She was just floating, a bit, in existence. She felt so tired and weak, but she knew better than to let herself fall into a deeper slumber. How long had it really been since she last ate? She was used to skipping meals, but she still lived off of water. Her mouth felt so dry, and her body felt so much heavier than usual. Would they really die here? She would most likely kill and eat someone before she let herself die like this.

Still, she continued floating in this semi-consciousness...That is, until she registered what Quin said about offing someone. A quiet sigh escaped her chapped lips. She was happy. Maybe they would finally listen. Before she knew it, they were listening. Her head lifted slowly.

Everything was happening so quickly now. A vote, and then Quin was on the stage.

She was genuinely surprised. She wished Quin hadn't have been the one. Though she herself wouldn't have really hesitated, she didn't like to think of Quin as someone who would kill so easily. It put a bad taste in her mouth. She wished Temperance had done it.

Madeline didn't look to Abby. She didn't want to see or hear the arrow piercing the small girl, so she covered her ears and diverted her gaze. She didn't like gore, and the witnessing of injury or death...It didn't always sit right with her. It pulled a switch. The same switch that was flipped whenever she was called anything other than Madeline or M. She did not always like it.

This situation...it really made her think of Abby in a way she hadn't before. That was saying enough, she thought. She didn't know Abigail, but she also had never cared to. She just seemed so meek and so victimized at times. She was quiet enough not to get on M's nerves, but she never stood out either. She felt a little, tiny bit guilty that she felt nothing for the girl. Then again, who would she have felt something for?

After a few more moments of silence went by, Madeline finally pulled her hands down into her lap.

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She flicked a glance to Abby. She saw nothing but a trail of blood soaking through the carpet where her body lay, and an oddly bent arm. The rest of her was blocked by some of the auditorium seats. Madeline was grateful. She heard no screaming, though. No noise at all, actually. Did that mean...?

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Nothing was happening, though. Did it not work? Oh man, how humiliating that would be. No doubt she'd be blamed for bringing it up to begin with. She started to think up defenses.

Then the room started shaking.

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A few seconds passed before she stirred. Kallisti's body lifted and she dragged her feet against the stage theatrically--her usually kept and neat hair was now messily dangling over her delicate features. When her eyes finally lifted, they were much darker than usual and a crooked--completely unnatural smile stretched her lips.

"Dear KALLISTI...the FIRST to KILL another PLAYER!" Her shoulders shook with a husky laugh. "How FUN! What an INTERESTING gameboard! I APPLAUD you! LOOK, everyone she has FREED you!"

Her dead eyes peered out into the audience. There was an unlocking sound. She waved to them childishly, then stepped back and away from the edge of the stage. Her smile shrunk somewhat now.

"But you know...An EYE for an EYE," the spotlight flared in response and the lights directly above the stage creaked. "a TOOTH for a TOOTH..."

The bow suddenly rose and dangled freely in the air, swiveling and stationing above the front of the stage. Kallisti's arms spread out wide, and her feet stayed planted now in the center of the stage.

"You know what I am saying, RIGHT?" Her head tilted in genuine curiosity. The bow stretched back, drawn with an arrow much sharper than the one released upon Abigail. "BYE, BYE."

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And so the deed was done, the arrow was fired at the innocent girl. In the end Abigail was chosen as the sacrifice and was fated to die. The once calm Altair stood up from his seat and coldly stared at the event take place. His eyes never moved from the spectacle that occurred and he watched as the arrow pierced the girl. Just how much death did the boy have to watch, even in this so called land of the free, death seemed to follow him wherever he went. They all died and left him all alone. He could not smile, for that would be an insult to the death that the girl received. Was he that selfish to leave a girl to die in order to save his own life?

Altair chose to bear the regret that would assault him and watch. The girl fell to the ground and Altair sighed "its done" Altair said as he began to walk towards the stage. Nothing had seemed to happen and he wished to see the corpse of the sacrifice, but then it happened. The lights had come off and once again the sinister voice had echoed through the entire auditorium. It was her typical commentary of their recent activity and Altair decided to seize the chance to speak with the goddess about something. He causally began to walk towards the stage that Kallisti stood upon, but then he realized just what was going to happen.

An eye for an eye?

Before Altair knew it he began to run towards the possessed girl. His body was acting on its own, he had seen too much death and now that he could prevent a death he just had to do something, even if it meant his life. From the corner of his eye noticed it, the floating bow that threatened her life. He needed to act fast. His speed was nothing to scoff at, hell it would be best to just call him Altaïr instead. The bow was being ready to fire and Altair had managed to only just hop upon the stage. With such a quick action he lack the balance upon reaching the top of the stage and began to stagger forward.

Using this as an advantage Altair rushed forward at a fast speed, his wounds were burning crazily but this didn't stop him in the slightest. "YOU DAMN MANIPULATIVE DEMONESS" Altair yelled at the top of his lungs as he collided into the possessed Kallisti in an attempt to knock them both down and avoid the arrow. While colliding into the girl he raised his left arm in an attempt to have the arrow pierce the arm instead of anything major. It was a pitiful attempt to save his own life, but he wished to save the girl and survive, he wished to accomplish his true goal before his own death.

 

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No.

No why were people voting for Abby? Even his own sister... She was a known evil force though. Still... Why were people voting at all? Why did the master of logic go along with this. Was he trying to trick Quin?

It didn't work. She was on the stage before he could even finishing processing what was going on.

Quin. Quiet violinist. Aimed. And fired.

The dragon tamer didn't have enough speed to dodge the incoming attack. In fact she didn't seem to register it at all. Was she paralyzed?

Bam. Direct hit. One hit KO.

"What..."

Battle Over. Quin wins. Levels up. Evolves to The Archer of Death.

"Haha...that's great and all but..." The battle was over now. Where was Abby? She had to have more lives than this, right? Maybe her respawn area was just at her house... Yes, that had to be it. He'd surely see her tomorrow.

And now. Possession once more? So this is what the others saw when he was the one on stage... But. An eye for an eye? "Haha. That's a nice twist. A good end to a hard quest. But-"

And then Quin had an arrow hurling at her.

He'd save her. Yes, this time he'd actually save someone.

But just as he began moving someone went ahead of him. They were closer after all, with him at the back of the auditorium.

Did he save her? Did it work? Please said it worked.