Beyond The Game

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by Annabelle2244

by Annabelle2244

Jackson POV

Standing amongst the black box's nothingness, I suddenly heard a faint voice calling out. It was Alicia's voice, the Scout I had killed. I quickly turned around to locate her. She was standing a few feet away from me, looking around frantically for any signs of danger. "Hello?" Her voice was barely audible, but I could recognize it. "Over here!" I yelled, trying to grab her attention. Although I had promised to assist the good team in any way possible, I knew she needed help. As she approached me, I could sense the nervousness in her eyes. She knew that I had no choice but to kill her but the damage I had done to her wasn't repairable. I could feel the guilt creeping up on me, knowing that I had put her in this situation. But at the same time, I also knew that it was the right thing to do.

I called out to Bailey and Indah, announcing the arrival of two new additions to the dead box and two figures quickly rushed towards me. "Here is Alicia, and this waste of space," I grumbled, but Charlotte interrupted me. "I hope you're not talking about me, or I'll call that voice to come and kill you early," she threatened.
Confused, Alicia whispered, What do you mean by 'kill us early'?" and quickly hid behind me. Indah, who had tears in her eyes, explained, "She means that if the saviour doesn't save us or the saviour dies, we die for good." She then walked towards a door and said, "I guess it's time to continue spectating the match."

POWER DISCONNECTED

Indah whispered, "Another night, another death," sending a shiver down my spine. My breath caught in my throat as I tried desperately to catch a glimpse of the figure that darted past us. Who were they? The uncertainty hung heavy in the air. "They killed innocent people! We must put an end to this!" I exclaimed, my voice filled with determination. As was my habit, I impulsively rushed into the darkness, driven by the need to confront the unknown. However, my enthusiasm was short-lived as I soon realized that I had forgotten that I was a spectator. Charlotte, with her usual tone, wasted no time in reminding me of my oversight. I quietly sat back in my corner and waited for the next arrival.

POWER RECONNECTED

Mason died from the murderer he was knocked out and made to lean on a tree.

We found a journal written by Mason

Hi guys I'm a Twin

I'm Slim Shady, yes I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up.

'Cause Slim Shady, yes I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up.

Nothing to see here :)

"Bro IS Eminem" laughed Cody while quietly rapping the song.

Marley died from the murderer, she was suffocated and left in the river.

We found a journal written by Marley

Hi, I was the twin, I can guarantee that If I died it was Mason's fault.

Discuss who may be evil

Lara's voice carried a sense of urgency as she asked, "Well then, who could it be, guys?"
As I glanced downward, my attention was drawn to Elizabeth, who appeared captivated by Cody's mesmerizing ocean-blue eyes once again. I couldn't help but wonder about her obsession with him. Observing their interactions, it became evident that Elizabeth was constantly inching closer to Cody, only to be gently nudged away by him. Meanwhile, Cody himself seemed to be constantly readjusting his position, subtly maneuvering himself closer to Melodie. Occasionally, he would plant a tender kiss on her cheek.

After picking myself up, I turned towards Indah and began to search for the now-passed twins. Doubts crept in, making me question my sanity. However, I reminded myself that I had indeed seen Bailey and Alicia before. Or had I? The whirlwind of thoughts swirling in my head slowly chipped at my sanity. Without wasting any time, I hurriedly returned to the darkness, desperately calling out for Marley and Mason. Unfortunately, there was no response. Overwhelmed with a mix of emotions, I turned to Alicia, seeking comfort in her presence. She understood my emotions and opened her arms, ready to offer comfort. As I moved closer to accept, an unsettling discovery struck me—I couldn't feel her. I passed right through her, leaving me questioning her existence. Sensing my disbelief, Indah approached me with empathy and wrapped her arms around me in a comforting hug. At that moment, a sudden realization struck me. It all fell into place. Indah, Charlotte, and I weren't deceased... Yet.