Race for the truth

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«Makoto Naegi's perspective»
Blue blood trickles from my eye, which twitches uncontrollably. Oh my god... I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirrored metal- my eye has a massive cut running across it, seeping sapphire blood. I try to open it, but It stays there, unmoving. My eye is gone.
"Kyoko?" I yell into the darkness, remembering her and Celestia falling into oblivion. They must be with the mastermind now- tortured, screaming for help.
"Byakuya?" I yell, tears falling down my face.
I hear a scuffle from behind me.
"Makoto, are you ok?" She pants, holding her nose. Blood gushes from a disfiguring wound on her nose, and her glasses are shattered from impact. "You're eye!"
"How do we reach Kyoko and Celestia?" I ask urgently.
" we need to get back there. But first we need to get back."
"No!" I scream. "They're probably being tortured-" i break off into crying. Byakuya awkwardly moves closer, putting her arms around me.
"They're strong. Don't worry, let's get back."
We work through the vents in a blur, Byakuya thankfully knowing the way. She pulls me out in Mondo's room.
"Makoto! You're eye!" Sayaka cries.
"Where's Kyoko and Celeste?" Splutters Chihiro.
I slump to the floor, all hope gone. My friends are missing and everyone is going to die here. Our families are dead or tortured and the world outside is a mess. There has to be hope.
"Upupupu!" The screen behind us flickers into life.
Celestia and Kyoko sit tied down on a chair, screaming through mouth covers. Thick, metal spikes teeter above their heads, threatening to impair them at any second. Monokuma sits lifeless by the screen, as Junko Enoshima speaks the words that make my skin crawl.
"You kids have been so naughty! You've RUINED MY GAME!" She shrieks, stamping her foot.
"Let's get one thing straight- I AM IN CONTROL. I AM GOD HERE! So I'll give you a deal- we'll play a new game now."
The bed creaks open, revealing a mass of weaponry: swords, knives, chainsaws, mallets, hammers, spikes, maces, axes. From the corridor, we hear the other beds creak open too.
"There will be no trials. The only motive is escape." She sings sickeningly. "Kill each other and the last one standing can be free. Or- shoot me with the arrows, and you all go free." She points to the bow and arrows in the corner of the bed compartment.
"But reaching me will probably kill you! LOL! Good luck!"

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