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Prologue

                                                         Prologue

      

                                                   Masterson's POV

    I sat at the table looking over the outline of the game. It was my decision to decide whether the company went through with this.  To create a game that could kill so many people, but it's just something that we had to do.

   "Sir, are you going to continue the out the plan?", some random assistant asked. She was tall pale skin. Her brown hair was cut short and her glasses were on the edge of her nose.

  "Y-yes. Yes, I am going to continue with it," I say quietly, staring at the outline. What were we thinking!? This is madness, chaos!

  "Sir, you don't seem...reassured.  Are you okay? Do you need me to reassure you?", she asks. She sounded a little bitter. And definitely disrespectful.

  "What is your name girl?," I ask her quickly. She was going to have a stern talk with Matilda. She'll handle this out of control girl.

   "Sorry, sir. It's Delia Saundreas. Is something...bothering you?", she says slowly. She was definitely odd, and unnatural.

   "No, no problems at all. Go on ahead Ms. Saundreas," I say turning to her. She was calm and surprisingly, she was smiling.

   "Thank you for your cooperation, sir. I'll tell Ms. Matilda," she says leaving the room.

   I turn back to the outline and sigh. All I had to do was tap the screen and it'll be sent to the gamemakers. I breath in deep and exhale loudly. I tap the button and await for the gamemakers to inform me of the games arrival. Until then, I can think of all the issues that are sure going to arise from this game, or more like test. But at least we will be able to find the...odd ones out.

                                                                  

                                                      R'ee's POV

     I sat on the bus, having an intense staring contest with a random old man. His wrinkled eyes were so old and wise. He seemed like a bright man.

Haven't even said one word to him.

     My eyes started water, I was becoming weak. And the man noticed too. He was smiling, and leaning back, knowing he had it in the bag. And then I blinked.

     I groan and the man laughs. "Dawson Drive!", the bus driver lady yells loudly. I get up, waving goodbye to the man, and he smiles and waves back. As I walk off the bus, I see a blue flashing light.

     I turned to it to see a man glowing. Each moment it was getting darker. He stood at the cross walk alone. Once the light turned green, he walked. But then I saw a truck speeding down the street, and it wasn't going to stop.

    I was about to yell for him to stop when he was hit. I scream, along with a few more people. He was gone, and the light was shining anymore. But then I realized that the other people had blue lights around them. So we're darker than the others.

   I turn to my apartment complex and sprint to it. My flip flops were slapping on the pavement as I ran. My shirt was flowing with the wind.  I got to the stairs and ran up. I arrived at my door and ran in, slamming it after I got in.

   "Arlene? Are you home," Mom says from the kitchen. But the only thing that comes out are sobs.

   "Arlene!?", Mom yells out. "What's wrong!?" She was wearing her ladybugs apron with her waitress uniform. She got of early. She crouched down next to me. Hugging me.

   "This man was hit by a truck!", I cry out. "He was just, s-standing there and t-then he was gone. And I just watched!"

   "Ooh, R'ee," she says helping me up and taking me to the couch. "Call Roxy. Okay, she'll help. I got to go to work after I finished dinner."

   "Why not Bean?", I ask looking back at her. She never really liked Bean. I mean, Bean is loud, obnoxious, and insensitive. But, she does have a heart of gold.

   "She'll just be rude and tell ya to man up. Talk to Roxy," she answers me. She liked Roxy way more. Even when I just introduced the two. Bean called her a bug, she was wearing the same apron.

   "Okay," I murmur, going to my room. I pull out the face-to-face pad, and tapped the group button that had Bean and Roxy.

   Roxy is short for Roxanne. Roxanne Coffey. She's short and a little chubby with wavy, long, black hair, pale skin, and bright blue eyes.

   Bean is short for Beatrice. Her full name is Beatrice Talley. She's tall and lean with straight, short, blonde hair, tan skin, and brown eyes

   Me? I'm average height and weight with medium straight, red hair, pale skin, and dull blue eyes. My name is Arlene Hobbes. But people call me R'ee. It's pronounced R-ee. But I just put an apostrophe there instead of a hyphen.

   They answer at the same time. "Hey kiddo...Jesus! Did something happen!?", Bean yells. Mom doesn't really know Bean. She does care.

  "Yeah. I know I'm being over emotional like always, but this is just so sad for me," I say quietly.

  "Tall us, tell us. We will listen Sweetie," Roxy says sweetly. She always had used that nickname when I was depressed. And when Bean was sad, she'd call her Hun. It was just something she did.

   I told them about the man, but left out the pulsating blue lights. They'll think I'm more insane thiamin really am. They listened and gave me "sorrys" and "you will be okays".

   Soon we said goodbye and we left the chat. I climbed into bed without changing into my pajamas. And soon, I was in a deep sleep.