✭°Damianya°✭ ʷʰᵃᵗ ⁱᶠ

Escapade

﷼⫋؋Σ pov

"Aw, but I was so close, Jesse! I had the rock in my hands, my fingers around his neck like a little plaything, but 007 saw me in her hallucination."

"So, what's your point? But, you said there was someone with her. A lover, perhaps?"

"But she didn't seem like she saw him. It's like he was used to being unacknowledged, silently waiting. Waiting to be noticed."

I chuckled. "He saw me, so I had to conjure some mist as I made my exit. But he didn't seem to be dressed suitably, no thick binding belt or striped baggy clothes. I'd say, more like an aristocrat." Jess rested in the armchair.

"Zoom in closer, Jesse. I can't see." I leaned over the ledge, peering at a cluster near the center of the labyrinth. "...Anya?" I swivelled to my keyboard and searched for her name.
"Anya. She uses that alias. A pink-haired child...." She directed the microphone at me, waiting for the piece to click.

"Aaaah, I see! Yes, I believe that's correct! My memory is as sharp as always...The duo from back then, hm?!" I could hear my voice across the labyrinth, and Jesse showed me which arena they were in. "Andddd, you've brought along friends! How nice of you! Oh," I said as I grabbed my picture frame, "My precious test subject!! To think you're so near..!!"

"WELCOME BACK, 007, YOU'RE FINALLY COMMITTED TO WINNING! Ready to join us then?" I experienced a euphoric sensation. Things are going to become interesting from now onwards, with so many possible outcomes!

Jesse was at the door with a bag of oddities. I wonder what she has in there. "I'll go see how things are running along from below, and I'll send a report as soon as I'm alone." So, so fun!!

Damian pov

"The bullets, bullets...I have to get it out of his palm." As I rocked her, she clutched my shirt as she continued trying to achieve whatever was in her dream. She hasn't gotten the shotgun yet, has she?

Becky pov

321 meters away...The first girl I saw, what did she mean, 'They know you're here, they're watching. Always watching.' ?

"WELCOME BACK, 007, YOU'RE FINALLY COMMITTED TO WINNING! Ready to join us then?" This guy knows what he's doing, stirring confusion and igniting betrayal. Now, the other players will hunt for the test subject with #007 imprinted on their neck.
"Tell me everything you know about this sick boss. His origin, backstory, everything." Chase caught up to me, slinging his bag as slowed his pace.

"Originally, ﷼⫋؋Σ was a renowned psychologist. From what I've heard, ﷼⫋؋Σ was researching how to create an artificial cell that could cohabitate with the muscle cells under the original corrupt government's protection." He looked on, letting no emotion escape his face as if he was reciting an anthem. I don't know much, but muscle cells...like a drug to enhance your current abilities?

"It began when this dog, who had been skinned and had body parts removed and seemingly amputated, escaped from his laboratory. However, amid that, he began a horrible experiment." Chase's eyes darkened, clenching his fists as he spoke. "﷼⫋؋Σ tried to create human mutations by using machines that he'd built by hand."
140 meters.
100 meters.
70 meters.
40 meters.
We're so close, so close to finding Anya that I can feel it.

"007. My name is 007." Chase stopped besides me, pressing his back to the wall as he started talking again. "Becky, both you and Damian won't understand, and he's probably having a hard time understanding why Anya doesn't remember anything. In a moment, I too will be erased of my memories to a certain point in time."