Filip's POV.
"He.... He's dead!!!" Roman Yagupov cried.
Everyone ran around in a panic. They just watched someone get murdered in front of their eyes... I just saw someone get murdered in front of my very eyes!
"THIS GAME IS SICK!!!" Oleh cried.
"I WANNA GO HOME!!!!" Cornelia cried out. Everyone was holding onto their lovers and friends like it was as if they'd die tomorrow....
But in reality... They might.
I looked at Zala. She looked so petrified. She looked at me. Her skin was covered in goosebumps. Her eyes looked as if they'd fall out of their sockets. It made me very upset to see her like that.
"Filip... You saw that, right?" She quivered.
"Y-yeah... I did." I trembled.
In fact, I couldn't stop looking at it. It hurt my eyes, but it was something that I couldn't look away from. I badly wanted to look away, but I couldn't.
Ronnie spoke up.
"Well.... He wasn't the murderer... So that means that...."
"The murderer is still... Out there...." I trembled. Mahmood and Blanco hugged tight as they thought they'd lose each other. So did Amanda and Achille, Stefan and Vladana, Sheldon and Ochman, Sam and Marius.....
It broke my heart to see that one of them would probably die tonight... I might die tonight... Zala might die tonight! I don't want any of that to happen...
Suddenly, the intercom went off again.
"Now that two people have died, a new role will now be added to the game. The role is medic. The medic's job is to heal anyone who could potentially be a murder target. If they successfully find the person who is targeted by the murderer, the target will live, and no one dies that night.
Good luck."
I sighed in relief. There's a small chance that someone won't die tonight, and if the medic is really lucky, we won't lose anyone else unless we vote them.
"Zala, you hear that?" I asked her excitedly.
"Yeah. I wonder who the medic is." She smiled.
"Whoever it is, let's hope their good at their job." I chuckled. Zala agreed by nodding.
The time was now 9:00 p.m. and we all thought it was a good idea to head to bed. Well, everyone except for Konstrakta, who was washing the dishes after our pizza. Sheldon Riley decided he'd join her....
Sheldon's POV.
I sighed. I needed Krystian Ochman to survive. I needed us to survive together. I needed to stop thinking about fate and what it plans for us...
I decided to help take my mind off of it all by washing the dishes with Konstrakta. She needed some help, and I figured I could help her.
"So. How's it going with you and Ochman?" Konstrakta asked me.
"Oh... It's going okay." I smiled and blushed.
"You guys are still a thing or?" She asked me.
"Yeah. We've been together for about three months now. I.... I just hope we can both make it out alive." I trembled.
"I hope you can too... I also hope I can make it home to my kids... They couldn't survive without me." Konstrakta sighed.
"Yeah... I can understand that." I sighed.
"We should probably get back to washing the dishes. Hopefully we can get them done before 3:00 a.m. Konstrakta sighed. I could see the bags under her eyes. She looked exhausted.
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Murder Mansion (Eurovision 2022 AU)
FanfictionWhen 43 Eurovision contestants from Eurovision 2022 were sent to a random mansion in the middle of nowhere, unaware of the fact that they're sent to play a murder mystery game, Filip Vidušin had to make it out alive, but he also had to catch the mu...
