Tormented Fun

Chapter 14

Pierre and I entered the office. I instantly walked over to the wall, plugging in the ethernet cable and my laptop, turning it on afterwards.

"What got into you?" Pierre asked, he seemed worried, "You are suddenly so, angry."

I glanced at him, he was sitting next to me, watching the screen. Sighing I told him, "Flynn, he was innocent. I think all the people we have killed have been the wrong culprits. I think that the real culprit is either the Skeleton, or one of us has just been killing everyone all along."

Pierre looked rather stunned, "but that means one of us should have already been set free."

"Or," I said as I got onto FireWolf, "that person is in league with the Skeleton and will not leave until all of us are dead."

I searched 'Happy Hotel' and clicked the main page. I looked around for something that would not normally be on a hotel sight. Clicking a couple things, I saw something that said, 'Visitor's lives'.

I found a file that had pictures and videos of us. The pictures looked kinda like mug shots, and had our names under them. There were miscellaneous pictures of moments that all was peaceful, like at the very beginning of our time here, almost all of us in the pool. Violet and Flynn gambling. Pierre and Cooper doing something in the science lab. Wait, how did these pictures get here? They were recent, That meant----

"Sage, someone in here has access to cameras and a PC. They were able to upload these pictures," Pierre said, shock was obvious in his voice.

"You're right," I replied, "I'm the only one I know of that has a computer though, and I certainly haven't been adding pictures to show the different head counts."

He looked at me, confusion was slightly written in his expression, "Yeah. You are very cold about the topic."

I sighed, "Who wouldn't be? People have died here, and for no good reason. None of them deserved to die. Not a single one."

"You broke in again?"

I looked up to see the Skeleton sitting on the desk in front of us, he looked annoyed. Wait, when had the lights been turned on?

"Yeah, we needed interweb access," Pierre said, not moving a muscle.

I clicked on one of the videos, it was of Wyatt. He was with Flynn, a strange looking man was sitting in front of them, "Wyatt and Flynn Parker," the man said.

"Yes," they both replied.

"Are you willing to stay in this hotel until you die?"

"Yes."

"You will be fighting for your life. If you don't kill then you will be killed. Do you accept these terms?"

"Yes."

"Well then, welcome to the Happy Hotel, the only place on this planet where murder is allowed."

End of the video, "Is that what all of these are?" I asked Skeleton.

Pierre gave me an odd look, the Skeleton nodded, "Yup, you all agreed to that."

"Why would we do that?"

"Tsk tsk, that's for me to know, and, well, you to not," Skeleton stood up, walking over to us.

Pierre shied away from the dead man. I looked up, an unamused expression on my face, "What happens to the bodies?"

Skeleton looked taken aback by the question, "We...just remove them."

"Who's we?"

"Me and a couple others like me."

These questions were just making me more curious, and were not helping at all, "Alright, thanks. We'll be going now."

I stood, and Pierre followed suit. His facial expression was priceless. He had no idea what was going on. He was so confused, I could have laughed if I wasn't so annoyed. One major question answered, about ninety nine left. Plus a couple new ones had formed from the one that got answered. Life was great.

I walked out the main door to the office, and found myself in a dark, lightless room, "Go straight and there's a door, you'll be able to find your way after that," Skeleton called from within the room.

I did as he told me, walking through a door that turned out to be a moving wall in the hallway of the fifth floor.

"What the heck was that?" Pierre asked me.

"What do you mean?"

"You just sat there asking questions, like you didn't care that he was the Skeleton in charge of killing us."

"I had questions that needed answering."

"So you can stand up to the guy in charge but can't figure out who the true killer is, wonderful!"

He was really starting to tick me off, so I grabbed his collar in two fists and slammed the guy against the wall, he looked at me with fear, "I am not an investigator! I don't know how to find killers! I can stand up to people, or dead people, like that because I'm used to being the anti social girl that nobody likes! I'm the one who is rude to everyone and only talks to others when necessary! Always alone."

Pierre was just staring at me, not fear in his eyes, something else, "If you're always alone, then why do you have so many friends here?"

My breath was cut short by that. Thinking about it, I did. Flynn and Pierce, although they were dead. Angela too. Stella, Pierre, and Cooper. Zayn. They could all be considered friends, couldn't they?

I let Pierre go. Staring at the ground, I had no idea what to say.

"You have friends, Sage. And, I'm sorry for dissing your skills. You did get some information out of Skele."

"Yeah, I'll talk to you later," I said, and walked down the hallway, leaving Pierre alone. I hit the elevator button, going down to the first floor and into my bedroom. I set my laptop on my desk.

Knock. Knock.

More people interactions, yay. I got up and opened the door, Zayn was standing there.

"Hey," he said.

"Hey."

"Can I come in?"

"Sure," I stepped aside letting my...friend into the room. He sat down on the bed.

"Are you okay?" He asked.

I sat down next to him, "I suppose I am."

"You don't seem like it. Ever since Flynn died, you have seemed, off."

"He was a good friend, and I'm going to miss him," light bulb. Wyatt, how was he doing after his brother's death. Wait, why did I care? Why would I care about how other people felt?

"I'm sorry for that," Zayn said, placing a hand on my shoulder.

"I'll be fine."

Zayn nodded, he drew me into a hug. I hugged him back. He was a pretty strong pillar to lean on, I'll admit that.

"Hey, Zayn?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you think we're killing the right people, in the trials?"

"No, well I'm not really sure."

I let go of him, and pulled away, "The one's we've killed, it just, hasn't felt right."

"I agree, but I also don't know who else could have done it."

Sighing, I nodded. He was right, most the evidence had pointed at the ones we had killed, I think.

"Hey, enough of the pity party, let's go swim or something," Zayn smiled, he was trying to cheer me up.

"Yeah, let's go to the pool, I'd be up for a swim."

AN: Hey guys, I'm gonna be gone camping for the next week so no updates for awhile, as *sigh* the campground has no wifi. Also, thanks to the support of the few of you that keep reading. I'm sorry if it's bad, DM me if you have ideas that would make it better or to point something out that's bugging you.