Matrix of Chance: An Among Us Fanfiction

Turning Horizons Into Battlegrounds

I spent the rest of the day avoiding everyone, but setting the base up for the next day. I made sure that the vent from the Locker Room connected to Reactor and tested how close I could get to Kris before she noticed and turned around (it wasn't a close distance).

Then all that was left was to sit and wait.

Did I feel guilty? Yes.

But it was necessary.

Then again, if I could just fade out of existence, that would be the best option.

Problem was that any way that I died was sure to be painful.

So resorting to murder it was.

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The next morning, I woke up especially early and snuck out of quarters, making sure that all of my instruments for murder were hidden in my pockets. Aurora was still fast asleep and I hoped it would stay that way for the next thirty minutes.

I noted that Archer was up as well and in the Locker Room, cleaning up the blood like I thought. He still had tears streaming down his face, but his jaw was set in an expression of grim determination.

Oh, how that would all change.

As I walked through Y-Hall, my footsteps sounded heavier than normal, and even the sound of the wind outside couldn't calm my racing heart.

I took a deep breath and poked my head inside Cafeteria. Like I thought, Kris was sitting at a table, watching the sunrise outside with a mug in front of her.

My hand, unbidden, reached for my gun and flicked the safety off.

Kris noticed me and as she turned her head towards me, her expression turned to one of fear and she put her hands up.

"Fudge, Rebel, put the gun dow-"

As the shot rang out, Kris' body fell off of the bench of the table and landed on the ground with a dull thud. Blood started to trickle out of the wound in her head, but I didn't stick around long enough to see what happened next.

I quickly made my way to the Locker Room and Archer immediately lifted his head and noticed the gun in my hand. He scrambled to his feet and darted towards Decontamination, managing to get in and lock me out.

It was merely an inconvenience. I put my gun away and walked over to the vent, opening it and slipping inside.

The path was mostly a straight shot to Reactor, and I didn't have any particular problems with that. However, all of the noise and clanging from the machinery that made Decontamination work very nearly deafened me.

As I emerged into Reactor, I heard the doors to Decontamination open and Archer's desperate and scared footfalls scrambling out. He was breathing so loudly and heavily that I could hear him from ten meters away.

I rounded the corner, walking carefully and softly. Archer had his hands up against the door and his shoulders rose and fell with every breath he took. He then pushed away and walked slowly backwards from the door.

When he was close enough, I reached out and tapped him on the shoulder.

Archer whirled around, only to meet his face with my fist. He fell down and covered his mouth and nose, both of which were probably bleeding.

"Screw you, Rebel."

I glanced around before looking Archer in the eye. While he had the air of anger and hatred, his eyes were like those of a rabbit when it knows that the wolf has found it. "I'm sorry for this. Don't worry. It'll be quick."