🏆 WATTPAD CREATORS PROGRAM 🏆
𝘛𝘏𝘙𝘌𝘌. 𝘛𝘞𝘖. 𝘖𝘕𝘌. 𝘉𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘯.
Thirteen remembers one thing from the moment he woke up: live on, through whatever means necessary. When he is thrown into a society of people with special abilities and a game w...
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When the sky burned red and the air erupted with its monotonic song, Thirteen smiled to himself. About time.
"Fourteen, to place," he instructed, pointing towards the spot overlooking every point in the grounds. With Ten and Fifteen's help, the conservatory was remodeled into a bland tower, every mechanism meant to open the roof was disabled, sealing them in. Only a small square was left. That was everything Fourteen needed.
The girl nodded and packed her gear courtesy of Five. "The rest of you," Thirteen said. "Stay inside. Don't think of venturing out."
"Fourteen," he called just as her foot touched the first rung of the hanging stairs towards her perch. "Shoot anyone who comes close to our doors."
"Radius?" she asked.
His eyes narrowed. "At random," he said. "Make them think you're everywhere."
Fourteen gave him a lopsided salute before shouldering her pack and clambering up. The rest of her footsteps vanished against the thickness of concrete. He clenched his jaw, the counter's alarm grating every part of his being. It was their second, and after this, he would have a rough estimate of how long counters last. Rough, but it would have to do for their future operations.
He slid close to the wall and peeked out of the only window they dared to install. It was to see the rest of the grounds—if it even existed beyond the hall—and build an accurate scale of the playing field without having to go out. No one had to die, and he wouldn't risk any of his soldiers by doing reconnaissance. Not this early in the game.
Let them come first. He'd weed out the impatient ones in an instant.
They mapped most of the corridors in this building, discovering this was a huge fortress. Too many openings. Too many blindspots. There was only so much they could do to mitigate them. Something shuffled behind him, followed by the hissed warnings from his allies.
"One, what are you doing?" It was Seven. When Thirteen looked away from the window, he saw the boy yanking One's arm back, going as far as clinging to her black sleeve. "Sit down!"
Thirteen frowned. "What's the matter?"
One crossed her arms over her chest. "Why are we being kept here?" she demanded. "This is a counter. We can't be sitting ducks here. They're coming, and what's our defense so far? Fourteen can't handle all of them on her own!"
"You will do well to have some faith in your ally," Thirteen answered, aiming to turn back to the fight happening below. Already, distant noises of trees crashing and sparks erupting in showers of light and energy rang beyond the tempered glass of the window.
A click of the tongue. "You don't have to lord over us, dumbass," One said, stalking towards the other exit.
Thirteen peeled off the window. "What do you think you're doing?"
