> 𝗦𝗛𝗘 𝗡𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗥 𝗕𝗘𝗟𝗜𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗗 𝗜𝗡 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘-𝗢𝗡𝗟𝗬 𝗜𝗡 𝗣𝗔𝗜𝗡. 𝗕𝗨𝗧 𝗪𝗛𝗘𝗡 𝗣𝗔𝗦𝗦𝗜𝗢𝗡 𝗧𝗨𝗥𝗡𝗘𝗗 𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗢 𝗢𝗕𝗦𝗘𝗦𝗦𝗜𝗢𝗡, 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗦𝗜𝗟𝗘𝗡𝗖𝗘 𝗕𝗘𝗖𝗔𝗠𝗘 𝗗𝗘𝗔𝗙𝗘𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚, 𝗦𝗛𝗘 𝗟𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗘𝗗 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘 𝗖𝗔𝗡 𝗞𝗜𝗟𝗟 𝗟𝗢𝗨𝗗𝗘𝗥 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗡 𝗦𝗖𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗠𝗦. > 𝗜𝗡 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗤𝗨𝗜𝗘𝗧 𝗛𝗢𝗨𝗥𝗦 𝗢𝗙 2 𝗔.𝗠., 𝗦𝗛𝗘 𝗖𝗔𝗡'𝗧 𝗧𝗘𝗟𝗟 𝗪𝗛𝗔𝗧'𝗦 𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗟 𝗔𝗡𝗬𝗠𝗢𝗥𝗘. 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗘 𝗕𝗘𝗧𝗪𝗘𝗘𝗡 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗠𝗔𝗗𝗡𝗘𝗦𝗦 𝗕𝗟𝗨𝗥𝗦-𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗦𝗢𝗠𝗘𝗢𝗡𝗘 𝗛𝗔𝗦 𝗧𝗢 𝗕𝗟𝗘𝗘𝗗 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗧𝗥𝗨𝗧𝗛. > 𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗜𝗦 𝗟𝗢𝗨𝗗𝗘𝗥 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗡 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗩𝗢𝗜𝗖𝗘𝗦 𝗦𝗛𝗘 𝗖𝗔𝗡'𝗧 𝗘𝗦𝗖𝗔𝗣𝗘. _____________________________________ [17•10•25] ✓ Editing under construction! ✓

"Life is a game and everyone's playing it! Some more serious than others. It's just a constant game of people playing each other, and if you're unlucky -- You get eliminated!" ___~___ The air tasted like rust. The light in the room was barely breathing - flickering, stuttering, like it wanted to die before they did. One sat on the floor, calmly snapping a dead man's fingers like twigs. The other stood in the doorway, eyes black with stillness. VERONICA (grinning, whispering): "You know what I love? That little sound the neck makes... right before it snaps. Like a secret trying to get out." = (soft, almost disappointed): "You talk like this is art. It's not art. It's gravity. Everything falls. Everyone breaks." VERONICA (laughing too long): "Oh, but how they break - that's the masterpiece! Screaming, pissing, praying to gods even they forgot... it's beautiful." = (tilting his head): "They're not beautiful. They're meat." VERONICA (crawling closer, voice giddy): "That's why I like you. No lies in your mouth. Just cold. Just truth." A long silence. Then- = (smiling faintly): "You're the only one left, Nika." VERONICA: "I know." (She licks the blood off her fingers.) "So who gets to disappear?" /////////////////////////////// -Still editing!

۝ ͒This Time _ Hell Comes Home!۝ ͒