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"That look on your face turns me on, sweetpea." A vicious grin whipped across Irvine's face. "You're as gullible as you were when I met you."
"You vituperative bastard..." Gwen gritted her teeth and tightened her grip on t...
*A/N: When I wrote this I was on period those few days and the cramps were really bad so I was stuck at home most of the time (｡ˇㅅˇ｡) Bear with me if this chapter gets a bit long, I'm quite the emotional prick on period right now (๑́ㅿ̀๑) I'm sorry. Do listen to the music while reading in the story.*
Song: Crossfire, Stephen
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The next day wasn't so pleasant. In fact, probably the worse feeling Gwen had felt in ages.
She decided to fetch the newspaper before her Dad could in the morning. By then she should've anticipated the headlines, but it took her by shock once again.
"120 killed across Canada in their sleep in a series of bizarre events..."
Gunshot wounds, as usual, some even had bruises when they woke up.
"50 of them are from..." She couldn't believe her eyes. Almost half of those players came from their school. And they were now dead.
Siege coincidentally wiped out about 100 members of other gangs the night before, while suffering about 20 casualties. This was way too unreal a reality for Gwen to buy.
And the plasters she had placed on Justin, as well as the wounds he got in the game, had followed him to reality.
Was Eregor not a game, but a parallel universe of some sort?
Gwen had so many questions running through her mind, and visceral fear overcame her. She was worried more about Justin than herself, especially since those wounds were real.
If all of this were a dream, she wanted to wake up from it, and forget that any of this had happened.
She didn't want to live as a cold-blooded murderer.
She couldn't accept the fact that those lives were taken by her own hands.
Neither could she come to terms with the fact that she was living under the facade that Eregor was safe. It was entirely the opposite.
Gwen was emotionally scarred. Seeing her dad pull the trigger on people several times as a kid, and the blood splattering on the walls of the basement.
The eerie chill seemed to lurk in the basement of her house, and even if she managed to pluck up whatever courage she had, the chill would deter her from even setting foot anywhere close. But somehow Gwen didn't know why she enjoyed killing so much in Eregor. Sure, it was a game, sure it was just carrying out Kaomos' orders, but was there really more to that virtual massacre than meets the eye?
It was even more worrying that the authorities has no evidence to trace, since nothing was left behind.
Gwen felt so guilty especially since she knew that she was slowly following her father's footsteps. Yet, was Eregor, then, her way of venting her frustration because she was sick of having a Dad who'd always become violent when he was drunk on alcohol?
