Fatal Game: Vanoss Crew Murder Mystery Story

Chapter 6: The Dark Past Of The Crew

The Master entered the dimly lit room, his associate busy making preparations for Brian's deadly game. He paced back and forth in front of Vanoss, who was bound and battered, his body covered in bruises.

The Master washed his hands, his face devoid of emotion. "Now, where were we?" He grabbed a crowbar and brandished it menacingly, bringing it close to Vanoss's face.

Vanoss, weakened by the pain but defiant, spat in The Master's face. "Go to hell," he muttered through gritted teeth.

The Master wiped off the spit from his face with a handkerchief, his composure unruffled. He delivered a powerful punch to Vanoss's gut, causing him to gasp for air. "Ah, yes, 2014," The Master reflected, a hint of darkness in his voice. "That was the year my life took a sinister turn."

In 2014, high above in a helicopter, Vanoss and his friends, Moo, Wildcat, Marcel, and Delirious prepared for their daring mission. They knew that their success would determine the fate of their YouTube channels, as popularity hung in the balance.

"Is everyone ready?" Vanoss, assuming the role of the mission leader, inquired with determination.

Nods of agreement rippled through the group as they readied themselves. With ropes and smoke bombs in hand, they descended swiftly, catching the unsuspecting guards off guard. Engaging in combat, they swiftly eliminated their opponents one by one, clearing a path to their destination.

Upon entering, they found a man standing calmly, his hands tucked behind his back, seemingly unfazed by the chaos that had unfolded before him.

As the sound of approaching guards grew louder, Vanoss swiftly planted a claymore near the door, anticipating their arrival. Moments later, the door swung open, triggering the explosion. "I knew that glitch would come in handy," Vanoss commented with a satisfied grin, before leading his team forward.

Delirious displayed impressive agility, executing swift ninja-like moves to disarm and disable several guards. Meanwhile, Wildcat wielded pancakes as unconventional weapons, dispatching a few adversaries with unexpected precision. Together, the team fought their way towards the central console, determined to confront their target.

Their intended quarry, hands raised in surrender, turned to face them. "You've caught me. You can take me in now," he admitted defeat.

Wildcat's smirk grew wider. "Sorry, but we have different orders," he declared, his tone dripping with determination.

Without hesitation, the team unleashed a barrage of gunfire, relentlessly tearing through their target's defences. Vanoss, seizing the moment, retrieved a crucial hard drive, a symbol of their victory. He turned to his friends, a spark of excitement in his eyes. "This is just the beginning of our journey," he proclaimed.

Each member of the team departed, entrusted with delivering the hard drive to YouTube's headquarters. As they fulfilled their mission, they knew that their actions would propel them to newfound stardom, granting them all the popularity in the world.

The Master's eyes filled with contempt as he tightened his grip around Vanoss's throat. "You don't deserve that happiness. You destroyed mine," he seethed, his words laced with bitter resentment.

With a cruel intention, he snatched the crowbar and mercilessly struck Vanoss, inflicting pain upon pain. Unleashing a sadistic plan, The Master activated a row of flamethrowers, engulfing the room in a fiery inferno.

"The Vanoss Crew is finished," The Master declared triumphantly, leaving Vanoss behind to face his agonizing fate.

Amidst the flames, Vanoss's mind raced, reflecting on his life up until this moment. Memories of laughter, camaraderie, and the joy he shared with his friends flooded his thoughts. A serene smile graced his face.

A testament to a life well-lived. In that fleeting moment, he knew that the time spent with his companions was far from a waste, it was a precious chapter of his existence filled with cherished experiences. As the flames consumed the room, Vanoss held onto his memories, embracing the final moments with a sense of peace.