Flicker- Two Worlds Combine

Chapter 7: Nikolai

Flick... flick...

Welp. Looks like it's that time of day again. The time that the lights shall leave us and never return for many days. Hopefully this time death shall fall upon Rosalie. We will just have to hope for the best, though.

Rosalie was always this dumb goody two shoes little brat who told me to ''be nicer'' in school. Well she can just fuck right the hell off. The pathetic Elsa wannabe has no power over me.

Silly little survivors like me have no power in this game. Quite boring. I wish I could do something during these lonely hours. Anyhoo... I begin to write on my bedroom wall because of how bored I am. I write things I could use as insults against Rosalie and whatnot. The time passes by.

Suddenly, I hear some sort of rumbling sound. What is that goddamn noise? It doesn't last for long, though. Not like it's my problem, after all. I begin to get drowsy, and I eventually fall alseep lying on the ground. 

I wake up to screams nearby. Is the corpse close to me? That might not look good. I open the door and rush outside. And then I hear the most despairing cry I've ever heard. It sounds female, so I could make a guess on who died from it. And sure enough, one of the people who I expected to die was dead.

I could see it clearly now. The look of terror on Jian's face. Cody almost falling over from shock. Cash comforting a sobbing Cactus, and Jo's screams of pain ringing through my ear. At the bottom of one of the flights of stairs was the tiny body, complete with a broken neck, of Nave.

''NAVE, PLEASE! WAKE UP! I DON'T WANT TO CONTINUE WITHOUT YOU!'' Jo has been completely broken at this loss, and as Nathan scowls and Nick is still quivering, we hear another scream downstairs. 

We see what the matter is, and we find Tamia quickly grabbing a fire extinguisher, rudely pushing Spencer to the ground, and spraying the fire that comes from the storage closet with all of their might. What the hell happened? How did it catch on fire? Welp, that sure is a tragedy. Anyhoo...

We gather more extinguishers from the other floors, and finally put the blaze out. That's a relief. Dashawn breaks down the door, and we enter the room. The room smells really bad, probably because of the fire... But it also smells like something else too.

We find a lighter, some rope and some weird piece of metal attached to the door, and I notice a piece of paper sitting on the floor, and pick it up. It's really burnt, but I can barely read it.

_om_   t_   __e   _t_ra_e   c__se_   _n   t__   _o__y,   _   _h_nk   _   k__w   w_o   _h_   _il_er    m_g_t    be.

_ro_   _____y.    

What? Who wrote this? Who did they write it to? I look around, and I notice a burnt pink flower petal on the ground. Who left this here? Suddenly I remember seeing it before. Could it belong to that person? I scan the crowd behind me, but I don't see them. Oh no... Things just got very interesting.

''Wow! What an interesting morning! Another survivor, Nave, died from mysterious circumstances. He tripped on the stairs and fell to his death. How hilarious! Minors are never useful, though. Good riddance, Nave!''

''And here's the surprise of the day, that only one of you actually knows for sure! The murderer has killed Natalie. She was burnt to death in the storage closet. Welp, that's 8 survivors gone now. It's a good thing the special roles are still here, though. For example, if the investigator died, how would we know that they think Spencer is the murderer? Have fun discussing!''

Oh. It seems I was right. the crazy thing is, since all that remains of Natalie is ash now, it's hard to ever remember what she looked like. We still have the corpses of the other 4 people who died during the night, and the executions burn into your brain so that it's hard to forget them, but it'll be difficult ever remembering what Natalie's face looked like. Shame on her.