Gamer Girl Of The Century

Chapter 11 Targets Fear

Almost two weeks have passed now and Vivienne's alarm started blaring obnoxious beb's, attempting to wake her up. "Mhh, five more minutes please," Vivienne mumbled, pulling the blanket over her head.

Unfortunately after the alarm beb's for about a minute it begins playing baby shark in a high pitch childish voice. Vivienne groaned into her pillow as the song blasted the doo doo doo's into her ears. "AGH!! ALRIGHT ALRIGHT I'M UP!!" Vivienne screamed as she sat up and smashed the dismiss button on her alarm.

"Good morning Vivienne, did you sleep well last night?" a female computer voice asked from her phone.

"It was alright Shell, what's the schedule for the day?" Vivienne asked, getting up and grabbing her new phone.

The screen lit up and a smiley face appeared on the screen; winking at her the screen changed to her day's schedule. "Today after breakfast you'll need to clean the kitchen, vacuum up the floor, and get a warm shower. After all that you have some work to do before grocery shopping, and finally logging into your F.S.I.G account to begin your training. Oh and the eclipse is tonight, hopefully that theory you had is true or else all this waiting would've been a complete waste of time," The computer voice, coming from the phone, informed. The voice itself was an AI system that Adria had installed into her phone herself. This system reminded her of her day's plans and helped her remain focused on her tasks.

"Alright Shell, thanks for reminding me... Time to start the day," Vivienne yawned, as she got up from bed.

Vivienne went into the kitchen and started making breakfast for herself. She cooked up some sausages, sunny side up eggs, bacon, toast with strawberry jam, and a glass of oat milk. Once her breakfast was made she sat down at the table and began eating.

As she sat there eating, the silence hung high in the air like a bad omen. Vivienne felt paranoia filling her soul and body as the memories of what happened to her mother and old home came flooding back. "AGH!!! I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!!!" Vivienne shouted.

"Miss Vivienne, are you alright?" Shell asked, sounding worried as she senses Vivienne's distress.

"N-No, I-I need something to help me calm down. Please play something, music, videos, news, ANYTHING!!!" Vivienne begged looking at Shell, her heart racing and body shaking.

"Will do, but first please take in a deep breath and let it out," Shell instructed.

Vivienne tried to breath in and out gently, but her mind just wouldn't let her. Visions of the explosion that claimed her mothers life flashed in and out of her head. What's even more her whole body was shaking as she whipped her head around, wondering if she'd be found by T.B.G.I at any moment.

"Vivienne, please, listen to me, and everything will be okay," Shell said. Vivienne did as she was told and listened to Shell's voice as she began speaking.

"You're safe here, this is a very secure apartment, and if you were to be found you have an escape plan. So don't worry no matter what happens you'll be able to keep anyone from that company off your back. You're a very intelligent woman who will always come up with any solution to a problem. And remember your mission, you can't allow your fear to keep you from avenging your mother," Shell reassured.

After listening to the AI voice in her phone Vivienne was able to calm down, she took in some deep breaths and started to finally calm down. After a few minutes passed Vivienne felt much better, even though the fear and paranoia was still lingering there. Even though she still had those feelings in her head, Vivienne went on about her day, getting her cleaning done and now working her job.

Meanwhile at T.B.G.I headquarters, the CEO was talking to a group of dangerous looking individuals. Each of them had their faces coerced with black masks and scars could be seen on the exposed parts of their faces. Everyone of them had big leather jackets with Cyan snakes plastered on them. Alongside the jackets they also wore tight black pants, and black boots. Some of them had weapons such as swords, guns, and baseball bats in their hands.