Super Simulator

Chapter 48- Chess Crack

"Get your boxes and get into the main room, we'll get clothes for you kids there," Britney said.

"Where are we going?" Zoey asked. "We're taking you somewhere safe," was all Britney answered.

We didn't know what to do, so we brought our boxes and headed into the room, changing for the first time in a while into normal clothes. I got black combat boots with leggings and an oversized grey sweater, and a black undershirt underneath wince the collar was so wide it fitted a bit below my shoulders- tightly hugging my forearms. I laced up the boots and put my colorful hair in curls.

Overall I looked fine-I'd say I got prettier since we went into the Somnium. I seemed  healthier and seemed to glow from the inside. Not to mention the once dull hair now sparked alive into a rich brown and colorful streaks, and my eyes were possibly the most gorgeous I've seen- other than Jason's. The nails looked like a colorful accessory, and I added some silver, fancy designed hoops and put on my charm bracelet as simple touch ups. I found the strangest things when I had woken up that morning, though- a small black ring was on my pillow. It must've been for me, and it was a simple black band. I had slipped it on my middle finger- and it fit perfectly. Perhaps Jason got it for me, and I decided not to ask.

I stepped out and waited at a desk. 20 people were killed the previous night. But much more injured, and much more of the attackers killed. Mainly by me.

I felt a sense of guilt wash over me. I had killed people doing what they had too- like when you kill a soldier in a war. Perhaps none of them wanted to do it anyway-perhaps Pristine blackmailed them.

I shouldn't have killed all of them- but I was in a moment of pure anger and pain. I do tend to have anger issues I suppose. I could've just kept them imprisoned. I suppose I'm a hero here- and a monster there. Honestly, I wasn't sure which one was more accurate.

People tend to underestimate the power of point of view. I don't believe good people exist just better ones. I suppose I'm one of the worse ones. But that's something I suppose even I have to come to terms with.

The next to finish up was Stacie. She had a no-sleeve v-neck purple shirt with frills at the hem. She was wearing cute blue jean shorts and purple strappy heels, though not as high as she usually has. She was dressed a lot . . . tamer than usual. But that might've been because they decided our outfits. She wore gold hoops and a gold heart necklace- and kept her hair up in a golden and purple ponytail. She looked pretty as always and sat down next to me.

Marcus came in wearing a blue flannel shirt, jeans, worn sneakers- and a dark blue beanie. Swag.

Then Chase, who had on a basketball jersey with the number 8 on it. It was red and had white letters, his last name, Reed, printed across the back. He wore worn out light blue jeans and big white Nike sneakers that squeaked when he walked. His tufts of purple hair made him seem kind of cool with the jersey. He was probably the most sporty out of all of us, though he was the shyest.

Zoey came hopping in, gracefully twirling into the room. She was wearing a pink mini skirt and silver short-sleeved v-neck shirt tucked into it. She wore little diamonds for earrings and had her hair in a tight ballet bun like I used to have back when I had dancing classes in 2nd grade. She had a glittery silver headband with a bow attached and wore silver ballet flats. She had on about a dozen silver bracelets that clinked with each movement she made. She danced about the room as we waited for the others.

Richard came- and managed to get green rimmed sunglasses. His shaggy hair seemed to curl into them deliberately. He was wearing a green T-shirt that said 'Mr. Awesome' and also had sunglasses on it, but they were white. He was wearing khaki pants and those white-boy shoes. I didn't know what to call them, but they were those brown ones. He had fun doing dad moves to an imaginary beat once he saw Zoey twirling. He was always goofing off.

Bailey came in next. Her glasses seemed to be cleaned, which was unusual since their usually smudgy. So was mine- but I decided to stop wearing them. I think my eyesight improved some. She was wearing some black and white T-shirt that and some design of cartoon on them, along with some leggings. She wore bright green converse, though, so it brought attention to her green eyes.

Carlyn came in wearing a grey hoodie and a blue superwoman T-shirt underneath. She was wearing jeans and Vans. She seemed to have on a normal outfit.

Jason came in next wearing a dark red beanie, which made him look a lot hotter than I think it intended. He wore a black v-neck and dark blue skinny jeans. His shoes were plain red converse. He wore a silver magic-trick ring on his pointer finger. He leaned against a wall, resting for a moment as if. I needed to look away, for I was afraid if I stared longer my mind would drift from the more important matters.

Tyler came in last. He simply had a white T-shirt and a dog . . .tag? around his neck. He had a chain hanging out of the pocket of his washed out faded jeans., He had on really worn out tennis shoes, and his hair had a hint of gel. Wherever he got it . . .

Once we were dressed were carried our boxes and headed inside a limo. I have no idea why we were in a limo . . . but it was long and black . . . like something else. It looked nice on the inside, and Zoey was trying to become friends with the driver.  I stayed quiet and leaned on Jason for a while. I knew this lab well enough to know we were going a long way from here. This would be a long  drive, that's what I knew. At least we were doing it in style, to say the least.

I lied my head down on Jason's lap and sighed. He patted my hair as I was slowly closed my eyes. I had no idea where we were going... but I didn't think the others seemed to care. They were just excited for what could happen next. Me? I had no idea. But I knew more than them. I knew more than I cared to admit, and all of this somehow seems to rotate around me. I'm either the queen or the pawn in this whole mess of things.

I don't even know how to play that Chess Crack.