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“Grandpa!!!” She screamed and ran to him. She knelt in front of him, crying loud.
He was gone now.
The game conductors stopped and turned. They scanned her for a while.
Then, one took her gun up and targeted it to Phoebe.
“I’m sorry, Grandpa for not keeping your promise” She whispered and shut her eyes.
The game conductor looked up and her eyes fell on the timer. It was 00:00.
She kept her hand down and they left.
“Why…Why isn’t anything happening? Did they finally kíll me??” Phoebe thought, slowly opening her eyes.
“Wait, what’s happening? Why-
“Hey!! What’s going on? Why are you leaving! Come and eliminate me!!” She screamed at the top of her lungs.
They just left, and afterwards came with coffins which they used in taking the corpses in.
“Grandpa!!” Phoebe cried.
*Please, all survivors should leave the labyrinth, now*
***
Rowen entered the room with Tasha in his arms. She had really past out and blood flowed down to her legs.
Lucy was on the bed, her eyes tightly closed.
“What happened to her?” Karen muttered.
Rowen looked around and sighed.
“Pa Freddy? Kelly-
“Kelly is gone” Fat Joe muttered.
Rowen sighed deeply and looked at Phoebe who was facing the wall, while standing.
Tears slipped down her eyes freely but she made no sound.
“I’m sorry about the losses and I’m glad we all remained alive despite everything” He cooed, looking at Lucy.
“What’s happening to Tasha?” Karen asked, again.
“I met her this way” He replied.
“How??” She asked.
**FLASHBACK**
Rowen ran through the mazes, hiding and dodging from the game conductors.
His eyes watched everywhere with all focus.
“Tasha?” He muttered and entered into one of the mazes. She was lying on the floor, holding her stomach.
Her face looked pale and sick and her body, very weak.
“Tasha? Tasha? You alright?” He called, softly, lifting her up.
She groaned painfully and shook her head.
“My stomach. My v@gina hurts so much” She winced.
He sighed deeply and looked at the timer. We are almost there. Just 5 more seconds to go. Just, stay alive…please” He muttered.
***
Rowen laid her on the bed and sighed deeply, his eyes, br!m-mln tears already.
He looked at Lucy agian, who wrapped herself up on the bed.
“Lucy?” He called in a whisper, as he sat before her.
“I don’t wanna see you” She whispered strongly, closing her eyes which let out tears.
“Let’s talk-
“I don’t wanna talk to you!” She barked.
“You chose me over her?!! Your mistress!! I asked you not to go, why!!” She opened her eyes and screamed. Everyone looked at her.
Tasha was still quite unconscious though.
“You couldn’t even stay with me. How’s Darren gonna live with such a callous and diabolic father”
Rowen said nothing, his eyes freely bringing out tears.
“I love you, Lucy” He finally whispered.
She scoffed and her nose became runny instantly.
“Prove it. Action speaks louder than words, you cheat!”
“Pathetic. Everyone here! knows you have a mistress. They know you’re married but why are they keeping it a secret from her? And why are they pretending to her like you don’t have a wife? Why!!!” Lucy ranted in heavy tears as she looked at everyone whose head were down.
“Y’all are hypocrites” She whispered.
She slowly took her red eyes to Rowen.
“For choosing her against me, I won’t rest till she dies here” She muttered.
“Lucy?”
She held his hand.
“I won’t leave you…but promise me, you’ll end her life. Kíll her”
“I think you’re taking this far…”
She snapped her hand off.
“I h@të you, Rowen and her, especially…”
THAT NIGHT**
“Grandpa. I’m so scared” Phoebe muttered in tears. She couldn’t sleep.
“I just wanna go with you” She cried, shaking like a blowing weak tree.
She stood up and took off her jersey. There was a white singlet inside.
She walked to a long metal standing across the room and tied one of the sleeve around the metal, high up.
She tied the other sleeve on her neck and started walking forward.
But after getting to the limit of the jersey tied, she couldn’t move no more.
She however struggled to move and her neck which was tied got affected.
It started getting red and stiff.
She gasped as she moved her legs strongly and forcefully.
She held her neck as she kept on moving. She was really restricting air flow to herself.
“I’m sorry…” She groaned, crying.
“I’m sorry, Grandpa” She gasped.
Her forehead was popping out veins and had sweats on them. It was extremely red.
She kept moving her legs further and just then, she let a loud gasp and her hand fell down.
Her body slumped and that was the end.
THE NEXT DAY**
DAY 9**
Leah screamed when she saw Phoebe cold and pale body. dangling close to the floor.
All of Team A woke up.
“What happened??!” Fat Joe asked.
“She took her life” Marshall muttered, dryily.
Afterwards, some game conductors entered and took her body out.
Her neck had red marks on them. But her body was white.
She, like the others were thrown into the sea.
***
In the dining room, everyone watched the numbers count down to 8 survivors.
There was 7 de@ths from the last game and Phoebe suícide which was actually 8 de@ths.
“Wait…Are we the only ones now?” Karen murmured.
They all looked at themselves with fear in their eyes.
There were;
Rowen. Lucy. Tasha. Leah. Marshall. Helen. Karen. Fat Joe.
*Spoiler* Eunice’s sweet voice suddenly sounded from the speakers.
“Our next and final game is called the power game. There, between yourselves,,, your strength will be….tested*
TBC
