Deception (on hold)

Chapter Two- "A Player's Choice"

The freezing cube of ice didn't help the wound go numb, instead, it added more pain. But the pain didn't stop. It flowed directly to her upper torso and channelled to the place where her heart is supposedly located.

Her eyes glanced up resting on the tortured remains of Garry's lifeless body. His neck was cut in the ugliest way, even with Aaron's long sleeve covering it like it was a tourniquet. But it was over. His chest did not move and his green eyes stared at the ceiling, unblinking, like it was seeing something that she could not.

Quinn bowed down her head. Her eyes dripped with warm tears and prickled as it touched her cold cheeks. It also fell to the side of Garry's muscular arm, where there was already a pond of more tears, bitter tears, that wouldn't even stop. Her hands, filled with his blood, rested from the constant trembling, but the cold feeling beneath her skin felt like it's trapped, although it screamed to let it crack into the open.

There was no voice in her throat, like it was drained into some vortex or just sucked to a drainpipe. It felt so unusual, she might just call herself mute. Her lips were also cracked from drought and her once porcelain skin is covered with the color red - - the same color as to the horrible words that were written in a paper and stuffed into Garry's mouth.

Kill or get killed

-Game Master

"We need to escape," Amber stated, cutting through Quinn's hiccups and sobs. Her voice sounded like sandpaper. Her red hair spread widely in her face and her eyes burned in red circles. She stood in a corridor like a mannequin with a face that showed no emotion. She didn't move in her position. She was trapped, not just literally, but trapped in a cage with her own fears. Her feet bled from some glass that scattered around whilst tiny sharp shards penetrated into her skin.

"No. We need to tell this to the police," Quinn's meek voice vibrated through her own skull. Her hands held onto Garry's arms as she pointlessly tried to move them to get some sort of response. She looked at his horrified face for the last time and wished for his neck to close from its wound and his chest to be filled with rich oxygen again.

She shook her head, like she couldn't believe this happened today. She pleaded again and again, hoping that this was all a nightmare, but the humid air burned it into nothing and that was when she felt beyond terrible.

"Are you out of your mind? It will not matter if we tell this to the police, because Garry will not resurrect from being dead, dumbass!" Amber screamed that her voice echoed in the entire room.

She managed to break from her chains. She moved her feet for the first time and the ran towards the sofas, grabbed her brown heels hanging on a rack, fitted it to her feet, seized her brown shoulder bag and hurriedly stuffed her things to her bag.

"If you don't want to leave, well then good luck to you. As for me, I'm going out now", she cried out and swiftly ran towards the door.

Quinn's jaw dropped, and stretched downward like an invisible rope was hook at her mouth and connected to the ground. Her eyes suddenly gazed at Amber's, her ears burned with the sound of the distant steps that hurried for an escape.

She rose from her feet and turned her fingers into balls, keeping her temper under control. She shifted her eyes to Treck and silently asked to do something. Instead, Treck turned his gaze away from her and wrapped his hands more tightly around the bloody Bella with her forehead still covered around with the green curtain.

Aaron, who was silently shaking behind them, trembled quitely the same as Quinn. He then ran towards the door, his hands stretched side by side, and held the edges of the door's opening. His feet also spread out, while his face hardened and turned to an angry shade of red, just like with the color Quinn'sr face had shown.