Mythomania-A The Mole Fanfiction

Day 3

The first-and only-thing I see when I open my eyes is a man dressed in all black, with a hood concealing his face save for two small circles for his eyes, before a blindfold plunges me back into darkness. My mouth feels weird, so I try to move it, quickly realizing that the man had duct taped it.

"You're awake," the Gamemaster's voice emanates from where the man was standing-he must be wearing a voice changer. "The last few were sound sleepers. I had to bridal carry someone to the van." He chuckles at his own joke. "Get up, and follow my lead. If I see any funny business, you get kicked off the show. How do you think your father and mother will react when they find out you came nowhere near your 'proving yourself' money because you weren't even able to follow basic instructions?"

(Oh god. He's read our interviews.)

The Gamemaster grabs me by the wrist. I swing myself off my bed and he leads me out of my room (or at least, it feels like we've walked from my bed to the door).

The Gamemaster stops abruptly. "Stay. Or else." He lets go of my wrist as I hear another voice.

"Simon?-"

I hear what sounds like someone grabbing someone else, and some weied moans, until the Gamemaster says, "Shut up and don't move until I tell you to, or I'll make you regret ever thinking you couldn't starve to death without abandoning those poor kids."

He leaves Sophie in the corridor and grabs my wrist again. "If even she saw through you that quickly, I'll have to watch out for you, Charlotte. Nobody is immune to my plans."

The Gamemaster leads me downstairs and out of the mansion-the smooth, cold stone beneath my feet as I head barefoot down the walkway weirdly stressing me out. At last, I'm shoved into the seat of a van, feel a seatbelt snap me in place (at least the Gamemaster is trying to keep me safe?), and have something stuffed into my pocket before the Gamemaster's footsteps recede.

He returns sooner than expected, shoving someone in the seat next to me, and makes more trips to and from the vehicle before the engine revs up.

We drive for what feels like an eternity. I think about what the Gamemaster said.

So a bunch of people are sus of me. Julia has been rather... vocal about it. Sophie is too, and if Rex was the one who let her in, possibly him and Jack too. (Or she could've been lying. But the part about Jack did add up. And even if she was... what else do I have to go off of?)

What have I done, though? And what did I miss?

At long last, the van screeches to a halt. I wait, my heart pounding harder, as I hear people being led out of the car.

When my turn rolls around, I'm led quickly from the pavement to a smooth floor. (At least we're indoors, so we're probably not at risk of being devoured by a tiger or something. Oh wait, they can just bring the tigers indoors.)

"You may remove the blindfold and tape-of course, feel free to keep them on if you feel like doing some way-too-obvious sabotage," the Gamemaster's voice booms from a loudspeaker minutes later.

I peel off the duct tape and lift my blindfold, not being able to come up with any good reasons to draw more suspicion to myself, especially when I should be focused on figuring out who the mole is.

I'm standing on a platform with all of my co-stars. The door behind us is slammed shut. I see a bunch of platforms in front of us, with the angry red lasers crisscrossing through them being our only light source. The open door at the far end tells me it's still dark outside. And six or seven feet below us, there is a pool of water that has been dyed red.

"I'd thank you all for cooperating tonight, but I won't, because that wasn't the case," says the Gamemaster. "Anyway, I'm sure what is about to happen is pretty self-explanatory for the majority of you, but for the minority-"