The Hope's History Museum... One of the only places where you can learn about the Tragedy all those years ago... And now a lucky selection of Ultimates will be given the chance to go there on a school trip. Willow Gates, along with 14 others, has be...
"W-What?!" I said. The AI gave it's normal smile again and laughed. "I only have one simple condition! All you need to do is kill Oscar!"
He spoke about death so calmly. It made me sick
Lewis took a step back from the machine "There's no way someone would do that!" He yelled.
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"Don't you want to escape? I'm being friendly. I could kill you all here and now if I wanted to, but since I'm such a patient person I'm not. Oh, and Oscar, don't try doing it yourself. They'll be trapped for eternity if you were to do that."
I wasn't sure what to do
I felt my hands shaking
Owen hadn't said if the killer would be punished... Perhaps it he were to elaborate it would be worth...
No Willow! Don't think like that
I couldn't murder. Even if it was for the good.
Then, I heard laughter
It wasn't the delighted and playful laughter of the AI. It was a twisted, hopeless laughter.
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"YOU THINK THIS IS A CURSE? IT'S A BLESSING MY DEAR BROTHER."
Oscar was insane. He had been driven insane to the point where he's welcoming his death...
"Just put me out of my misery already! I'm the key to survival, the sacrifice! If you kill me you'll all be free! Go home! Kill the mastermind!"
I tried looking at the others, but my fear and confusion seemed to fog my vision.
I don't want Oscar to die... But I don't want to die either... Why did this have to happen?! Why... Why... Wh-
*drip*
Blood
*drip*
Blood dripped onto the floor
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Oscar had been stabbed. I couldn't concentrate enough to see who it was... But he was dying...
"T-T-Thank... You..." He could barely speak. His breathing became slower and his face became more pale. Soon, he was dead. The fear stayed for what seemed like hours but was probably only a few seconds.
Then, the killer stood there, hands covered in blood and a look of the despair on their face.
And to nobody's surprise, this killer was none other than Jamie Haucet
