Roll The Dice

Chapter 03 | Remains

Day Nine | Chapter 03: Smudged Ink| To Survive Daily Life

Amber stared at the ceiling.

The morning announcement had rung ages ago and the others had come by to try and get her out of bed, but she just didn't want to.

Her explanation was stupid, but it somehow was the only explanation her mind cared enough to offer.

In the confines of her room, she was safe.

She was locked away from the rest of the Castle which had become the final resting place for quite a few of her friends and a well placed motive could easily diminish the amount she had left.

She had lost all hope for escape when she discovered Seto's dead body the previous day. He had been their only hope, at least to her.

She found it ironic. The first group she had ever been assigned to was half dead now. Lara, Mitch..

Jerome looked close to joining them, last time she saw him.

Sky and Jason had looked through the bacca's room and removed his tool box. She assumed they had thrown it into the incinerator.

The bacca had lost the spark of life that had once been in his now sad dark eyes.

He hadn't spoken after they left the court room and Amber had retreated to her room as soon as possible.

Now she laid on her bed, sick and tired of everything. She wouldn't dare say she was full of despair, but she wasn't bursting with hope either.

Why would anyone have any hope after the two (arguably) strongest attendees in the Castle had died.

Maya's method suddenly seemed very reasonable.

Was this how she had felt that night? Only more disconnected? More alone?

Amber shook her head, sitting up and rubbing her eyes. She couldn't think like that. Not here. No giving up, she scolded herself.

Amber figured she should get up, distract herself with everyone else. Maybe MonoMachine had opened a new floor.

An expansion to their prison. Another reason to commit murder.

Amber remained on her bed, her roiling stomach making her curl onto her side.

She couldn't shake the memory of Mitch desperately clawing at his throat when he had been poisoned, at how frantic he became when the robot had its hands on his throat. Whenever she closed her eyes, her vision was consumed with the memory of the potion bubbling and eating away at Mitch's skin.

Her nails dug into her upper arms as her stomach lurched with nausea.

Amber briefly wondered if Maya's stomach aches were like this. She shook the thought away as her mind redirected to the reminder of Maya's hanging body.

"Geez. You're a sorry sight to behold." MonoMachine's voice sent Amber bolting upright, her stomach lurching again at the sudden motion.

"What do you want?" Amber hissed, turning to face the sadistic machine.

"Just checking in. You're just laying in here all sad. Like, you aren't even sleeping. You're just staring at the ceiling. It's not entertaining at all."