Hangman

Chapter 2: part 2

Ontario dragged him into the hallway...He noticed that the other rooms all had a province or a territory name on them:

Alberta

Britsih Columbia

Manitoba

New Brunswick

Newfound Land and Labrador

Yukon 

Nunavut

Northwest Territories

Quebec

Prince edouard island

Novia scotia

Saskatchewan.

(I passed geography fyi 🥰😍)

One of the doors was opened, he stopped, took a glimpse and saw 2 women talking. One of them was a Victor around his age and the other the coach- was around her 40s but didn't dress like it... She wore a gothic styled outfit the main colors where purple, white and black. Of course she had a lots of fishnets.  Even her pant was ripped at the left leg so we could see them, she had a white tie and a violet flower broche. The woman also had vitiligo...The one where the skin didn't lose pigment but won pigments. Her hair was blond-ish wiht or white...? It was hard to tell. Ontario kept walking until she realised her victor wasn't following anymore she also stopped

-These are PEI (Prince Edouard island) and Duck duck goose- 

She chuckled

-Let's call her DDG or DG. It sounds better than...DUCK-

This time she cackled out loud.

"Real mature..." he thought. 

He couldn't understand what was so funny either. It was just animal's names, nothing to laugh about. (If you laughed, please get some serious help)

They the procced to leave the dorms to go into a small hallway. The walls who were white a few seconds ago where now turinin into black due to the shading the wall had. In Hangman's opinion it was a horrendous design choice. He was sure that the person who decided was a good idea was crazy-

-You know, I had the idea of making the walls go like that since it lead to my office and training room. I wanted to make it allllll black,so I asked if the wall could shade from white to black.

-Oh...I think it's pretty original...?

-Thanks! She gave him a charming smile that made him change his opinion about the walls

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-There we are!

The room they just got in was painted all black and the neon where hot pink wich gave the room a punk-rock nightcub vibe a mini stage with closed  theather red curtains was trohning the left wall.

The other wall had small platforms on both sides with a huge mirror in the middle , there were 2 black leather chairs with one-way glass. The chairs also had a small panel on the lower back. In front of the chairs was a table with a control panel.

.She told him and made him take a seat. The training part was divied by 2 one for traning and another one for obeserving and judging by the looks of the obersving one not only Ontario would wathc him.

-Here is where everything will happend for your next 3 monthes of traning happens. She told him and made him take a seat.

Hangman sat on a chair next to a table. The ceiling wasn't a complete black so it was easier to see the room a gross smelled attacked his nostrils but ignired it.
Ontario took a spot near the stage.

 -Can you guess what is my favorite colour? she smirked.

-Uh...Pink?

-Oh, sweetie... She chuckled

-It's black! Why do you think everything is black? Even my office is!

-Well...I can't really see shit esspacliy with that pink light!

she shrugged

-Your opinion! But...I love it here...It feels so safe....

She thenpulled the curtains handle.

Hangman felt a shiver down his spine accounting with disgust

That gross smell was actually rotten flesh

3-5 people we're hanging on the stage under a spotlight. He was disgusted by the vision he had and the fact that Ontario smiled at all of this. She was truly crazy...

-You see them? Old victors...Before ya the killing games where itaral genocide...Now we think that we should calm down with the victims and make the games less dealdy. Like that theyll also last longer you see? That guy here- she points a body- He aslmot won you know? Let just say that...It was to much for him to handle, having all these people blood on his hands...

Hangman did reconizge him, it was in 2043? He was around 11 by that time and Ontario was in her 20s (There will be no romantical relation with these 2 fyi) 

"-This year, there will be no winner, no one. Alenxander Levasseur or this year "Hangman" chosed death over winning the games. His coach Ontario confirmed she noticed that the death of others was to much for him to handle. After this accident the Governeur General Ezio Mclean promised that the games will no longer be like this and that the numbers of deaths will be reduced."

Is what a reporter said. Every vitcors from Ontario where called Hangman, he wasn't the only one.

What was the most disturbing is that she kept the body for all these years and by looking at his cut open wrists she hung him afterwards.

-Cat got your thongue?

-I-Wha....WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!

she jumped

-Woah...Chill...Ive seen worse during the war.

-AND YET YOU TAKE PLEASURE IN DEATH?!

-"yet?" Lmao.

-....  

He just started at her blankly,the chraming lady was just a facade. 

Ontario's a sick bitch

-So...3 monthes got it? It'll be a hard training trust me, we wouldn't want to disapoint the audience right?...?

she turned bent down took a large gun and spun to show him the weapon

-And I'm not planning on it.

(Next chapter will have a 1st person POV)