Fatal Overkill

Chapter 3: Let the Games Change You

Of course, I've had my share of illusions, of non-existing shadows. Even the occasional whisper that peeks into your mind and sometimes makes you question your sanity. I've had my outbursts of crying and laughing, leading towards the pounding fists on house walls. I most likely had those occurrences a bit too often, but that's just me.

However, I never really had an odd hallucination of a video game scene. Then again...who ever said it was never possible...?

Besides that, the entire fact of burning ashes and a scarred landscape seemed like a dream that belonged to me.

I was surprised by my mental fact as well! It was either I was asleep for an extremely long and strenuous time, or my dream was progressing quickly. Normally, dreams wouldn't carry the memory of every single thing you did.

"Lying to myself, huh?" I mumbled under my breath, my eyes staring into the musky air.

The air seeped toward my bone marrow, making me tingle with the heat of my skin. Raven walked ahead of me, shoulders tense, and her eyes focused. I followed her hesitantly, wondering why she was actually moving forward.

A gust of cold air swiveled through my hair, causing a mess of tangles and dust to get stuck through blonde strands.

Raven peeked behind at me, gently raising my hoodie to cover my entire head.

We proceeded to walk on the crunching remains of compost. The area's scent made my nose crinkle. A smell of remorse, forget, anger and disgust persevered to lead its way into my nostrils.

"This isn't a dream, is it?" I asked. For once in my life, the serious atmosphere affected me. Raven hummed, not necessarily allowing me to feel at ease. She simply kept walking, skulls often crunching underneath her sneaker's soles.

I gritted my teeth, allowing my brain to simulate options. I brought my hand up, the pixelated arm moving to my command. Swiping down slowly, I wasn't surprised to find a small box pop up in front of my dilated pupils

Raven, noticing the square floating midair, walked towards me- her mind trying to process what the object signified along with me.

"If you dare try it out, we're in trouble." Raven murmured. "Stop stating the obvious." Raven stared at me for a moment, trying to break my ulterior motives. As she turned to continue walking, I couldn't help but lightly press on to the block curiously.

The object slowly floated into my hand, the square morphing into the shape of my palms. The walls slowly thickened and became a black thick liquid – as if to drool a black glove that reached my elbow.

Worryingly, I tried to pry off the substance, but it refused to budge. The ooze spread toward my breasts, disintegrated the shirt and bra I had beneath it. Raven rushed over, hitting the cover with her fist. "I told you not to fucking press it!" raven lectured loudly, and closely, at my face.

I flinched, expecting an impact of friction, but no pain originated. Raven paused, staring at my wide eyes and gaping mouth.

"I can't feel a thing" I spoke under my breath. Slowly backing away from Raven, I firmly allowed the ooze, what seemed as a black draping armor, to cover my body.

Closing my eyes firmly, I felt the liquid finish wrapping around my body. Squinting against the substance, it's movement threatening to go inside my eye, the liquid turned as cold as ice.

I was completely and utterly frozen in place.