Iago's Game

And so, we're stuck.

"I'm sure it's fine," Vincent promised. "He wouldn't kill us before we play the games."

"He nearly killed me," William reached up to touch his collar, "just for interfering." He could still feel the electric waves flowing through him. "Make no mistake, that man is not right in the head. More importantly," William paused to stare at each of the remaining individuals. His gaze shifted from one to the next. "If we are going to survive, the angel needs to make himself known. We need to protect the angel, or all of us will die."

"Forget about the angel," Charles Grey frowned. "We need to know who the demon is. Whoever you are, just confess already. It's your life or all of ours. The way this is going one of us is going to die on each floor. If you just died now, the rest of us would be safe."

"We aren't killing anyone!" Vincent was desperate. He was desperate for something that might convince them to leave Ciel alone. He would protect his son. He had to. "Do you want to become just as bad as Othello? You're all better than that, I know it."

Charles Grey picked up a butter knife and placed it against Vincent's throat. "It's you isn't it? Your wife was right and you panicked. I saw you push Beast forward. I thought it was my imagination but I'm certain now, you're the demon, aren't you?" his voice laced with contempt.

"Stop it!" Adrian, who had been quiet with shock, fear, and a mixture of other emotions placed his hand on Grey's shoulder. "You're tired. We're all tired. It's been a hell of a day. Just eat and sleep. Please don't cause any trouble. This might be our last safe zone. Please. If you're going to fight people fight them when we're stuck on a floor."

"Listen to him, what he is saying makes sense, unlike the nonsense you're spouting," William adjusted his glasses and sat on the ground. There were a select few futons. A limited amount...only to prove how few made it this far. They'd have to double up and share.

"Ciel, help me lay out the futon," Vincent made his way to grab one off of a shelf. This elevator wasn't average in size. But, that allowed for more comfort sleeping.

"No, you two aren't sharing one," Grey shot them a glare. "You're related and know each other the best out of all of us. I'm not going to have you plot in the night. You, short-stack, sleep with Sebastian. Adrian you sleep with Vincent. William you get redhead, I don't want to get close to that thing, and I guess that means I get the high as fuck Chinese."

Vincent didn't want to argue for that would only cause more issues. He only hoped that Sebastian wasn't a terrible fellow. His son and Sebastian appeared somewhat around the same age. Ciel only looked young. "I'm sorry about this," Vincent apologized to Adrian. The stranger didn't seem too keen on sharing a futon with him. But, the fellow also looked as if he had quite a bit of social anxiety. His bangs covered half of his face, after all.

The remaining eight members of the game barely ate at all. The food wasn't bad and it certainly didn't taste poisonous, but the sheer strangeness of the whole situation made them lose their appetite. Well, almost all of them refused to eat much. Lau certainly wasn't bashful. He ate quite a bit saying, "If this is my last meal, I'm making it a good one."

Each individual buddied up with the system Grey chose. None of them approved of Grey bossing them around, but they didn't want a butter knife to their throat. No person here trusted the next (minus Ciel and Vincent) so keeping things peaceful was top priority, even if the bastard didn't deserve it.

"I'm really sorry about this," Vincent apologized. He was practically pinning Adrian to the wall to keep from touching Charles Grey.

"I-It's n-not y-your fault," Adrian stuttered as he shook. He reminded Vincent of a small animal standing before a predator.