𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝕱𝖗𝖔𝖓𝖙 𝕸𝖆𝖓'𝖘 𝐖𝐢𝐟𝐞

003 Red Light, Green Light

A/N hey sorry for not updating it in like days-lmao anyway enjoy :)

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A bright light flooded my eyes, I didn't open them just yet. Was this it? Was I dead, and is that the light? My thoughts were interrupted by classical music. My eyes opened as if on their own, and I sat up. I was in a warehouse like room, with tons of other people. I looked around the room for longer that I wanted, observing those around me. We were all placed in high bunk beds, that ran along the walls. I guess I was still in thought when they were interrupted yet again by a man's voice. I looked down and he was in the middle of a crowd probably boosting his ego. I watched as he manhandled a young girl. That made me a little upset. Why was he doing this? Did they have history? Even so, he shouldn't treat her like that. All I could do is watch in anger, there little argument was interrupted by another man. Was he gonna help her? No, he just did the same.. Was he with that thug? He kept calling her "pickpocket". She stole his money? Oh, but that still isn't a sufficient reason to be handling her in that manner. The thug went up to the poor dude and demanded his reasons with her. My ears started going fuzzy, why did they? They normally don't do that when I'm zoning out or hyper focused on a situation. All my eyes would let me do was watch, and only wonder what they were saying. The man was moving about around the circle, trying to get away from the thug. The girl, however, was just getting up.

My ears shot open when a loud buzz came on, alerting us all. I looked up from the crowd below, and a team of pink masked men walked in. Everyone seemed to be a little on edge when they came in, I guess that's fair. We were technically kidnapped and put in this room. And they're the only other life then ourselves we see first.

The man in the front with the square mask, the only one opposite of his peers, spoke up. "We would like to give you all a heart-felt welcome..."

My eyes and ears stop listening, I kept looking them over. Why did they all have masks on? I watched as he looked over to who has interrupted him, it was a man. Maybe in his late 40s? He asked something but all I heard was the masked man's answer.

"As you all know, we played a game. And as promised, we gave you money. And you trusted us, you chose to call and participate in this game. No one has forced you to enter." He spoke in a clam manner, was he used to this?

A woman spoke up, "y-you're all wearing masks, why?"

His answer was simple, "we do not expose the faces of our staff for their safety, and for confidentiality."

She seemed to be a little dissatisfied by that, what other answer was she really looking for?

A man in the back with a strong Indian accent asked, "excuse me sir, but what are the games we will play?" He sounded a little worried.

The masked man answered him with the same, blank tone. "In order to keep things fair, we cannot disclose any information on the games."

The people were getting inpatient with him, and his feelings were mutual. I watched as others argued with the clam man, and others plead for answers. He pulled out a small remote, and the screen on top turned black, and the lights went dim. With a matter of seconds, the man started calling out each player with their names, and how much debt they owe. I watched as the people's life's flashed on the screen. Each one playing the same game, losing, and winning gaining the man's trust. Like me.

A man in the far back raised his hand and asked, "excuse me, um, if we win just how much do we get?"

That was a good question, I watched with the others as the man pointed his remote up, causing a golden light to turn on. And a clear piggy bank came down.