TECHNO (A Roc Royal Story) [E D I T I N G]

Chapter 31 | The Finale (Part One)

Quotes of the chapter:

“There are two kinds of serial killers as far as the victim is concerned: the kind that you don't see before they pounce on you and the kind you see and don't expect to pounce on you.”

“We assume people we know can't be serial killers.”

-Pat Brown

Previously on TECHNO...

What happened next seemed to catch everyone by surprise... One second Roc was about to pull the socks out their mouths and the next... Prodigy was on the floor, hitting his head on the concrete and knocking him unconscious instantly. A high-pitched scream was let out by Ama and then everyone looked in the direction of the gunshot.

Deandré.

And now currently on TECHNO...

Prodigy’s voice rang in everyone’s head, "Shouldn’t we call the police or something? He could have a gun..." He was right; practically predicted the future, but the crew realized too late. Who knows what will happen next… Deandré isn’t even aware because his original plan was cut short once he took the hostages back to Ariel’s house.

“Y-y-you just shot Prodigy!” Chyna stuttered, speaking the obvious truth that might just get her shot as well. Roc slowly lowered her hand.

It was then silent for a few moments, which felt like forever to the crew.

“I’m surprised you found us in the first place honestly…” Deandré began as he walked closer; they automatically stepped back.

"Relax, I'm not out to kill you." Deanna was right behind him. However, who knows if he's lying or not. In everyone's eyes, he was a maniac.

We need a distraction, Ray thought, Prodigy has to get out of here before he loses too much blood. “Why not let them go then no one else has to get hurt, Deandré.” His tone was soothing, almost like a negotiator in a hostage situation.

While Ray distracted him, Ama attempted to soundlessly help Prod up the stairs. However, the sixth stair had a slight creak that caused Ama to freeze up, hoping that neither Deandré nor Deanna heard.

Deanna felt a ping of guilt as she watched them struggle all the way to the sixth stair.  She was aware of the creak, so as soon as it made that sound, she knew that she had to say something to Deandré. Deanna would have helped them out by staying silent, but she was already buried too deep in the situation.

Too late to undo her bad deeds. She wasn’t about to die over this.

“Where do you think you’re going?” He lifted his brow, sending them a goose bump raising stare. The others tried to wave his attention but failed.

“Please, he needs medical attention! He may die!” Princeton begged the sock now out his mouth.

“I would let them leave…” He paused as the group silently prayed in their heads, “Buuuuut I won’t.”

“He could die!” Ariel spoke up.

“Is that my problem? N-“

“Actually it is, when this is over YOU’LL be the one in jail for murder!” Ama interrupted him, finding a sudden courage, but what she didn’t know was Deandré hates being interrupted.

“Don’t fu**ing interrupt me again little African girl.” De’s voice was peculiarly calm as he sent her a spine-chilling gaze, shutting Ama right up and making her eyes divert to the floor.

Prodigy sat down on the last and held his leg, blood beginning to seep through the piece of cloth that was tied around it. The horrendous truth was on all of their minds: If he doesn’t get to the hospital soon… He might, no wait, will die. None of them could barely even begin to process it. They might lose the lead singer of MB, their brother, best friend, and just a loving person in general. Prodigy doesn’t deserve this… This is entirely my fault, Ariel thought. Prod began to close his eyes, wanting his suffering to be over and Ama worked on keeping them open.

She might try to call the cops if I was to let her go… Can’t have that. Hmm, none of them can be trusted, Deandré looked around the room then announced aloud, “Everyone take out your phones,” he picked up a bag, “And put them in here. iPods as well.”

Deanna walked to each of them to collect their electronics. Well there goes my only plan, Ray thought as he dropped his stuff in first. They each went one-by-one then Dee tied up the bag and put behind her.

Deandré sat down and looked between Ariel and Princeton with a smirk on his face.

“W-what?” Ariel stammered, avoiding his eyes.

“I’ve just had a perfect idea.” He stood up and turned his back to Ariel and Prince so he could look at the rest. Too bad Deanna took my knife earlier… I still can’t believe she could do this! I trusted her…, Prince thought.

“Well what is it? Are you going to make us-“ Ray put his hand over Nia’s mouth.

“Thank you, jeez. Anyway… Do you guys like games?” He didn’t pause to let them answer. “I hope you do because this one is important… Who shall die and who shall survive? It’s going to be all on you to pick.” Prince and Ariel’s eyes grew wide with alarm as the rest stared at him in disbelief, his statement even made Prod more alert.

“WHAT?!”

“On Team Prince will be Nia, Ray, and Prod. Team Ariel consists of Roc, Ama, and Chyna.” He put up his finger to silence any arguments. “Whoever wins saves either Ariel or Prince’s life.”

“………………How do you play?” Roc asked.

Deandré smiled, “I’m going to ask 14 questions and one bonus. Each question is worth five, but the last is worth ten. Split up and you all have five minutes to say your goodbyes. I’m not completely cold-hearted.” He smirked.

Roc was the first over to Ariel, but before he could even speak she whispered, “I want you guys to throw the game.”

“What?! N-“

“Sshh, Prince doesn’t deserve to die Roc. This is all one huge game to Deandré, he’s loving every minute of it… This is all my fault, I’ve involved you all… Prodigy’s on the brink of death and Princeton is scared out of his mind. It has to be me babe.”

“No, no no no no, nooo. I am going to find a way to fix this no matter what, Ariel.. I’m not letting you die!” She could see some tears forming in his eyes but he blinked them away. Ariel had never seen him cry.

“Roc, you’re not thinking! We’re trapped in a basement and my family won’t be home for another thirty minutes to an hour. There’s nothing any of us can do but follow his rules.”

“TIME’S UP! Back over there. It’s time for the game, and may the odds be ever in your favor.” Deandré announced.

Chyna almost laughed at the “Hunger Games” reference, but did not once she remembered their circumstances.

“Oh and one more thing… Whenever a question is wrong, there’s a little surprise.”

Is he serious right now?! There has to be a way we can distract him… Get his gun maybe. We can’t let Ariel OR Prince die, Ray thought.

“Whatever, just ask the first question.” Prod said, way past his annoyance level considering he got shot and all.

"Oh and I was just about to let you go to the hospital right before you opened your big mouth," Deandre sneered. 

As if, Prodigy thought.

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Who shall live? Who shall die? :o So I ended up spliting it so I could at least give you the first part of the last chapter :D Do you still think Deanna might help? Why is Deandre so.....him? ._. Comment below with your predictions and don't forget to voteeee c: It makes me happy inside lol, but seriously...let me know your opinion. Dedication to the irl that didn't ignore me xD Thank youu

-Evie