It had been so long since Sean had entered No Blessed’s database that he was actually confused when he opened the game’s program. He knew the game had become corrupted but he wasn’t aware it had reached the point where the program had rewritten itself in entirely different symbols.
Panic sang an invading song at the back of his mind but he tuned it out, trying to figure out how to wipe the game clean. He had helped in configuring No Blessed and if his memory served him right, he would be able to restart the program just fine.
Making up his mind, he set to work, his fingers flying over the keyboard methodically.
Unable to tell the strange symbols from one another, Sean wasn’t sure if he was making any headway, just by working from what he remembered.
The minutes passed as he immersed himself in his work, only taking a break when the game began to glitch and a black screen crept up.
So engrossed was he, totally unaware of his surroundings, that he didn’t notice when Praise stepped into the room, glaring at him through her glasses.
“Sean.”
At the sound of her voice, Sean’s fingers stopped their rapid movement and he turned to face her, a deceptive smile on his face. “Praise.”
“Mr. Koenig made it clear you were not to step foot on company ground.”
“So you say. However, do not forget I own this company as well.”
“You were fired.”
Sean’s smile faltered but his gaze did not leave her form.
“I would appreciate it if you could leave the premises now, Sean.” Praise adjusted the strap of her bag, looking at him inflexibly. “While I’m still playing nice.”
Sean looked her over, obvious disdain outlining her features. “It’s just you and me here, you can’t possibly think you hold an ounce of power alone. You’re nothing without Mark behind you.”
His gaze turned leery, settling on her chest. “I believe it’s you who should leave, while I’m still playing nice.”
He turned back to the computer, certain Praise would read the meaning behind his words and run off. Instead, he heard a decisive click and the dull steps of Praise’s footsteps as she came closer.
“I’ve done too much for you to ruin it Sean, leave. Now.”
Sean's lips tilted into a sneer, as he clenched and unclenchef his hands. “Brave talk Praise, I wonder how you feel about a murder charge.”
“You’re trespassing private property, and hinted at assaulting me. It wouldn't exactly be murder, would it?”
A beat of tranquility passed between and then Sean grabbed the computer, throwing it to the ground with all his strength. Reflexively, Praise pulled the trigger, before she even realized she had. A deafening sound enveloped the room, drowning out Sean’s scream and the heavy thud of his fall to the ground.
Crimson splashed against the monitor and outside, the sky darkened, shedding long overdue tears.
*
He was back in that space of nothingness, where time was irrelevant and once again, the gods of No Blessed looked down on him, their faces hard and unyielding.
The revelation he’d just been dealt still had him reeling, and with the realization, came a sick feeling in his stomach. Thelma was working for the King. How long had she been on his side?
All the times they had spent together, when she had helped him train and healed his wounds invaded his mind, like a volcano just about to burst. Had she laughed with him, knowing that one day she would kill him?
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Fantasy- Completed - For Mikel Ark, being offered a job by the world's biggest gaming company is a dream come true, a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity that will launch his career as a hotshot programmer. But what Mikel hasn't been told is that his employer's...
