A/N: I know that Mary is pregnant, but she is not in this story. I may seem to you as satan right now, but i am not a monster.
Task 3
If you could do a task easily, A difficult one would be next, But somehow the gamemakers didn't make note of that. Mary and Ken had completed task after task and this one didn't seem to difficult either. This time it was a puzzle with two doors. Each door had his own key and number. The two must go trough the same door with, of course, the right key. The nummers weren't important at the moment. Mary had much succes with the puzzle, but Ken was faster. That was probablly because of his gamerskills. It would be logic that whatever is behind those doors, it's dangerous, but it was just water with snakes just like in the beginning. Unfurtinally, Mary knew they were harmless. They could just walk to the otherside, but water will always be water. It began to swirl and it became heavier to walk. The two were stuck. Ken was to heavy to swim, so he had to walk. Mary could swim, but she didn't want to leave her husband behind. Nobody could help them. Nobody could save them. Ken gave up and let himself sink into the deep water. Thanks to his weight he sank fast to the bottom. The last thing he saw, was Mary who was weaving like a maniac.
Mary looked at her man at the bottom. The water has risen to her armpits and she couldn't really stand. Why did the water have to rise right now?! It was just to big of a coincidence. If you were keeping track, you would have seen this comming, but if your head refuses to believe it you don't have much of a choice. Mary tried to stay calm. She swam to the side and looked if she could do something, but he whole room was full of water. Maybe she could swim up, with the water? She waited for the water to rise. Under her Ken was floating. For a second she thougt he had drowned himself on purpose, because he knew the water would rise. She kept swimming up and didn't feel the ground anymore. She was now high enough to do something higher up in the room.
Ladies and Gentlemen, I am back! In the meantime I have being manipulaited and have being lied to. I understand that you want to know what happend. I would tell you, but than you would know why you are watching this and that is against the rules. Oh, yes, you are now playing allong with my game. There are some ugly traitors in the audience tonight! HAHAHA!
With all her power, Mary threw her body up. There was a hook on the ceiling. The hook began to shake and Mary was having a hard time. She panicked a little. Now was not the time. Everybody who know these kinds of moments knows what is going to happen, but not with Mary. She was strong and knew what to do. She knew how to stay calm. She hadn't looked at the water for a very long time. At Ken. He was floating on the water. That was before the water got a strange color. The water was dark red and felt treacly. Blood. The water had changed into blood. Mary was not panicking and held the hook in her hand. She had to go alone from here. Very handy she climed out of the bloodwater and pulled herself up to the chain. She never looked back. The water would still rise and there was nothing she could do about it. She had shown that she could survive. Ze could stand allot of situations, But did that make her a winner?
Because We All Play Allong.
Ken saw black and red and black. Also red. Especially red. Black. Red. Yellow? Red. He got dizzy. A sharp pain shot him in the chest and slowly he felt his body get weaker. It Really didn't help That he was in the water.
It really wasn't. He saw more red. And than more black.
Red was the last thing he saw.
Only Red.
A/N: Hahahahahahahahahaha, sligthly going insane!!!! See you in the mental hospital. God, this chapter is SHIT. I really didn't how to end it and now everybody thinks Ken is dead. Why did Satan make me this way?!
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