May 9th, 2029.
"The media called us "The Game cubes". We spent the last three years trapped in a game. Everyone thinks that what we experienced was just a dream or some type of induced coma, but we all know what happened. We were alive in the game, what happened was very,very real. People died and suffered. Some of us became killers others, turned into horrified and paranoia beings because of what they saw. The news is calling it a 'glitch' can you believe it?"
Travis said.
"I can. No one what's to believe that it happened or that it was real. Sides, Americans are afraid other countries will use this against us so, the government covers it all up,like it didn't happen." I told him.
"But it did, partly my fault."
"No it's not." I said, "Your brother's anger management issues is to blame."
"It still feels like that might be my fault too. Look at him."
I looked over at the once proud king Lucifer, in a wheel chair unable to move or speak. When we all woke up, he was never the same.
"How is that your fault?"
"I killed him in the game." He said, "How do I know I'm not the cause of his condition?"
"How do you know it wasn't the game gear?" I asked. Travis didn't say anything, than again he didn't have to.
"This is my fault." He said finally.
"You could say that yes, but if it so your fault it's your job then to fix what you broke."
"How?"
"That's not something for me to answer." I said.
