house of cards :: m.g.c.

0.9

"michael?"

"no, zoe, my dear. in this house, i'm the puppet master. i told you i worked here."

"yes, but, people are dying!" zoe exclaimed, the reality finally crashing down on her.

"that's all part of the game, zoe. what fun would it be without it?" michael, or the puppet master, asked.

"it would be fun actually getting to go home alive tonight and not in a body bag!" zoe shouted.

"actually, you're wrong. they don't go home in a body bag."

"wait - what? so they're alive?"

"no, i never said that. when the house gets you, it keeps you, you never leave."

silence echoed in the small room.

"now, take a seat everyone, the show is about to begin," michael's cloak flowed out behind as he walked up to the stage. "i will need a volunteer. ah, yes, sir on the right."

a fifteen year old boy with bad acne and shaky knees stumbled up to michael.

"what's your name, boy?"

"nick."

"okay, nick. what is your wish?" michael asked the terrified boy, his arm loosely over his shoulders.

"to get out of here."

"you want to get out here?" nick nodded. "okay, let's go." the two disappeared behind the curtain in a flurry of red and black and smoke.

ten mintues later, the curtain was pulled back to reveal just the puppet master alone on stage.

"ladies and gentlemen! i would like to present to you, puppet nick!" michael bellowed, clicking a button on his remote. suddenly, nick dropped down from the ceiling, his face painted like that of a clown and strings threaded through his flesh. he was a human puppet. the puppet master made puppet nick walk over to the girls. they screamed and scrambled to get up from their seats but shackles locked over their wrists, ankles, and stomachs.

mali screamed longer than the other girls for she was lifted up by another clown and dragged to a door in the far left corner with a green sign above it saying 'exit'.

"goodbye, mali. the only reason i'm not killing you is because you're too old. i only kill those in the adolescent stage of life. bye bye."

michael walked over to the two girls left. zoe and a girl named chantelle.

"now girls, i hate to do this, but this has to be done. zoe, i wish we didn't have to end like this but you can't change what's already been planned."

michael pulled out a gun and shot each girl's feet and hands. he wanted to watch them suffer.

"be quiet, we can't raise any attention." michael whispered as he dug his knife through first chantelle's tongue then zoe's. he pulled out zoe's chair and rolled up her shorts a bit more. he shot chantelle through the throat to stop her annoying struggling.

"you know," michael started as he etched his signature, mike-ro-wave, into zoe's tender leg flesh. "i realy liked you. but of course i couldn't have that because it would ruin everything i've worked for. just so you know, before you die, that i was the one that killed mali-koa's brother, calum. he never even knew that his girl was pregnant. oh well, not my problem."

michael finished up his carving and patted zoe's cheek with his blood-soaked gloves.

"bye zoe, have a fun time dying."

and michael left the girl there, dumping a bag of cash at the edge of the stage for his accomplices.

he'd just killed over forty teenagers in a little under an hour and the police would still never find him.