Ending The Game

cold

Yes, I want answers.

Go to the abandoned warehouse at Ninth and Second. 

Am I nuts? 

I don't know who this is. I don't know if they will kill me but I think they are watching me. That poor girl-- come to think of it I don't even know who that is. I don't think I have seen her before. I'm not all that popular though, so she could go to Westbrooke High. Guess I should start walking. 

The cold nips at my sleeves and tries to enter my jacket. I wrap it tighter to my body and keep walking. Just a few more blocks. 

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I glance down at my phone. This is the place. An old, run-down, and beat up warehouse on the lower east side. It definitely is creepy. This is going to be great. 

Beep. Beep. 

Are you going to come in or just stand there like a fool?

"So they can see me. Great." I half mumble to myself, half mumble to my phone. Well, I hope they enjoy the show. 

"Which door do I open?" I say loud enough so that the "Gods" can hear me. 

The backdoor. Don't be loud.

I'm gonna die. I'm gonna die. 

I'm really going to die. 

I push open the back door covered in racial slurs, sexual depictions, and graffitied meaningless quotes. I walk into the dimly lit warehouse and turn on my phone's flashlight. 

Walk straight. 

Okay. Great so they're in here. 

"Do I get to at least know if you're going to kill me?" I yell into the darkness.

Killing you now would defeat the purpose and fun of the game, Sophia.

Oh okay. Coolio. I get to die. This is actually great. 

I walk forward some more to find a wooden box on the floor. Now I hate to sound like every dumb blonde from every horror movie ever, but I picked up the box. 

It has the words "Open Me" written on the top. Man, I couldn't have guessed that I was supposed to open it. I thought I would have to just gather all of the information I needed from the outside of the box. What? If I'm going to die might as well be sarcastic about it.  I open the box and find a polaroid of the girl I saw in the alley. Oh. So these God's did it to her. 

I should have put that together sooner. 

There is a cassette and a Walkman inside too. 

"What no directions for this one?"  I smirk to myself knowing I am poking at the bear, but what do I have to lose? I'm going to die anyway, right?

You're playing a dangerous game, Sophia. We advise you to stop.

"How many is "we?" They say Gods and we but that can mean two, three, four, et cetera. 

Three. Now play the tape. 

I push play on the Walkman. The cassette starts up. 

"Sinners of Westbrooke are infecting the good-doers. We need to bring them down. They are adding a new generation of bad people. Sending pictures of their body parts only people they love should see, telling secrets, breaking promises. They need to be terminated."

"I'm sorry is one of you Arnold Schwarzenegger?"

You should stop Sophia. How would poor Ana feel knowing that her older sister was murdered? 

"You did not just bring her into this. This has nothing to do with her. This has nothing to even do with me? What did I even do? I only tried to help her. She was bleeding. Did you do that to her? Show yourself, cowards!"

I would calm down if I were you. 

"Yeah, well guess what? You're not me! You're killing innocent people and calling yourself God for it. That's more of a sin than all of what we do combined."

Silly Sophia. We don't murder people. You murder people. 

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Chapter Three is up people. So there are two protagonists in this story. The P.O.V will switch quite frequently showing Sophia's life before she died and Sarah as she is a sinner now too. Welcome to The Game, readers. 

Lexi Izyk