Flicker: The Game Of Chance

Chapter 13 | What Remains Of Ally

I'd gotten voted out on that day.

Of course, it was completely understandable. I stood infront of Carlos's body, completely drenched in the dark red shade of his dried blood while already being one of the prime suspects. Not only that, but Jamila and Mateo hypothetically should've been together the whole time, and allegedly Austin had joined them soon after we'd separated, leaving me as the only one without a proper alibi. It was enough evidence for them to think of me as the murderer and get me out of there as soon as they could.

However, I didn't feel anything when it'd happened.

I guess I just felt sort of... numb. I felt as if it didn't matter, I felt as if the ending I'd been yearning for had just finally came to me. I didn't think of it as the end, I thought of it as a new beginning. Though it was the end, and I had literally nothing anymore, I saw my death as a new opportunity. Not just one, but a door which led to many opportunities.

Well, I'm writing this now... so obviously, it did not go as it was supposed to.

Apparently, the rule that states that the murderer can only strike when the lights go out didn't actually affect the fact Carlos went out when the lights were still on. And that was because... his cause of death wasn't actually because he was severed, but rather because he was tortured to death. Allegedly, the torture took place when the lights went out, so his death happening during the day didn't lead to a breaking of the rules.

Somehow... the others had found out that Carlos died just a second before he was stabbed due to his torture wounds. So speaking tecnically, the murderer was following the rules.

As I walked to the place destined for my execution, no thoughts ran through my head. I'd been so stunned by seeing Carlos's death that I was literally just a corpse, just frozen like time was no longer flowing. I didn't know what I'd done, I didn't know what I could do. Who was I? What was I? What is life? I couldn't answer any of those questions as I slowly stepped my feet towards my imminent death, waiting patiently to finally invite me to it's precious domain.

I was going to die without learning the truth.

Who was my mother, and was she part of the first game? Why was I forced to be a part of the second game? What really is the clan?

As long as I'd died there, those questions would be left unanswered, just buried in the depths of the earth, never to be found. My head started to ache and my body started to feel weak once more. There was nothing I could do about this, and that was final. At least, that's what it started to seem like.

I guess I just kind of... didn't care.

I didn't care about learning the truth anymore. Seeing Carlos like that had just ruined me completely, put me in a state where I was nothing but a corpse; it had driven my insanity to a point where I just didn't think anymore. Everything I did was just... Done. There was no purpose, no motive nor a reason. It just felt like I was doing things because I had to...

But for what?

I didn't know what for, but I just had to. That's how I'd been feeling as I slowly made my way toward my execution.

And then... I started to see an image of it form. A guillotine. It was an old-fashioned form of execution, yet a surprisingly effective one - a damn brutal one, too. I slowly stepped foot towards the guillotine; I stared at the object as if it was just a nonchalant occurance... and just as I was about to put my head through the guillotine, a figure of a man approached behind me.

"Veronica Leronzo...", the voice uttered. In the state of mind which I was in, I couldn't reply back to him. "You've got a visitor".

Just after the man had said that, a piercing sound of a speaker turning on had echoed throughout the mansion. After the static had stopped completely, a voice started to speak through it - the voice was of a female's this time.