Tyler
I ran outside the mall's emergency exit catching my breath and blood stained hands. My head is throbbing with pain. I think I am gonna pass out soon.
I leaned my head against the iron pillar for support. Acid spots on my left arm and the knife wound bleeding in my right.
This was the worst one I have been through over the years. They know how to bring me to the edge just enough to prevent me from jumping.
It's not that they care If I die.
Not to mention that the puzzle had everything to kill me.The ache in my arms grows and I gather my left over strength to walk to the nearest water pump. The running water washing my acid and blood stains.
I should feel something, sad, horrified even. But it is just empty now. Instead, I silently prayed for the ones whom I brutally killed tonight. Not that believe in God or something. But for me to remember them makes my purpose only stronger.
I used to cry for hours when 'The Life Cycle' first started, After I barely used to make out alive. The ones that I killed had the same purpose as mine.
To live.
Now it only feels like a bad day fixed for me every year to murder and to survive. I don't know how I even feel about it now. But one thing I know for sure is that I am not dying in their hands. I won't allow the puzzle makers to have the satisfaction to kill me. Even if one day I have to kill the whole country one by one.
I would never let them win.
The phone rang in my pocket and I am surprised it was still there but with a cracked screen.
"Hey Baby." I picked up the call breathlessly.
"Where are you, Ty?
You told me you wouldn't be late." My girlfriend River was on the call reminding me I missed the movie night.Well, I went inside the mall for the same purpose but it turned out to be my Oblivion Day of mass murder.
"I'll be in an hour. Just got
late at work"."Okay, I will be waiting. Come soon, I miss you already". Sweetness flooding in her voice. My pretty princess.
"Save the popcorns for me". I hung up and searched for a taxi in the wet NY night. The yellow and red lights glittering the busy roads.
I made sure there were no visible blood stains. Neither on me nor anywhere the police could reach.
I don't get why they couldn't clean their mess. When it's them who set me on a kill mission, It should be them to clean the tracks too.
It's like someone is setting me to become the killer and then I am the only one to hold guilty. In some way I am, after all, it was me who brought there deaths.
I sighed as the taxi stopped near my small apartment. I went back and took a warm shower dressing my knife wound. That guy had some guts to stab me when I was holding on to his throat.
I sat in my room and took some painkillers. The big bulletin board in my room tracking the orange strings on the photos and data that I collected.
"Phantom" I murmured while sitting on the chair. In my hand is a plastic bag containing a single gold coin with the Capitol letter 'P'. It's very difficult to steal a piece from their puzzles as it risks your chances of winning. But I excel at risk taking.
I put the coin in the drawer with the other evidences. I may be a puppet of them playing a game of death. But I will cut the strings soon.
They will regret everything they did to me. I will not rest until the Phantom is burned down to the ground.
YOU ARE READING
The Dark World
Science FictionEvery year they came for me. Whether I am on a train or in the middle of a fair. A movie night with friends or a vacation with family. They never stopped. No matter how much I tried to hide. 24 hours to kill. 24 hours to solve. 24 hours to survive...