forum V O T E / Psychological Thriller / Closed

Started June 26, 2018 by @WriteOutofTime

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(So guys, uh, listen, I'm getting grounded
Actually my siblings are getting grounded but I, for some reason, must suffer the grounding too
So I won't be on for about a week)

(So guys, uh, listen, I'm getting grounded
Actually my siblings are getting grounded but I, for some reason, must suffer the grounding too
So I won't be on for about a week)

( I am sorry for your lost, I feel ya .)

(If I am not on for a week it's because I'm grounded but if not it means that my parent's decided not to carry the punishment over to me too.
So I guess we'll find out tomorrow)

(okay so the thought is the person whos gonna die, theyd go through a door thats always locked except when someone has to die. they go in and door locks again. then things happen from there, which will come into play later. but basically they dont die and are hidden in a room until the very end. bum bum bum dead people are revealed as not dead and then we carry on with something cool. idk just a thought)

(…ehhh. I mean it's a cool idea but there's no suspense in that. I had an idea: everyone in the room has been injected with nanites. When they're voted off, they die instantly and peacefully?)

Enzo stood, shaking, his eyes unfocused. He was so, so scared. He looked at the rest of the group, his hands fidgeting with each other. "L-listen. I…don't want Veda to die. I don't. But I…I don't want to die either. Not for me. If I had my way, I'd die for Veda in a heartbeat, but I…I got a nephew back home." He didn't want to spill his whole life story, but if it meant his survival, he'd do it.

"He's thirteen. He's got autism. And his parents…my sister and her husband, they got arrested. They've been in prison for five years. And my nephew, he, he's not gonna be able to understand why I'm not coming home. He'll sit there and wait for his tio for who knows how long. No one understands him but me. I gotta get home. I…need to go home." He couldn't speak anymore or else he'd sob, so he sat back down, tears swimming in his eyes.

Veda walked over and put a hand on Enzo's shoulder. "Let me die." She whispered again. "I'm blind. My family abandoned me and my friends are dead. I have nothing left to live for. Let me die." She repeated.

Lixi immediately gove Enzo a hug. "No, you're going to make it, you are going to go home and see your nephew." Lixi said fiercely. She couldn't let this man die.

Xander turned and picked up a small decorative paperweight off of one of the tables and threw it at the TV screen. “F*** you!” He shouted, staggering back. He was panting and terrified and angry, and he just wanted to destroy whatever or whoever put them here. He clenched his fists, but at this point at least made a decision about what to do, but then he was hit with another thought.
“Wait… how many of us are there? Could we tie it again? We can at least hold them off until we come up with a plan, right?”

"Veda…" Paige whispered. She hugged Veda tightly. "No, please. I can't let you do this."

Enzo shook his head slowly, returning Lixi's hug with a gentle embrace. "We can't ensure a tie. People won't listen. They didn't listen when I said vote for yourself. It would have been a tie between everyone, but they didn't listen."

Paige looked up, horrified at Enzo. "You think that we didn't listen?"

"It was a tie between Veda and I," Enzo said softly, his gaze on the ground. "Someone voted for us."

"I didn't," Paige insisted, still clinging to Veda. "I voted for myself!"

Enzo finally looked up at her. She seemed sincere, but…how could he be sure? "Okay," he whispered, "Okay, I believe you. I don't know who voted for someone other than themselves. I don't know."

Paige looked around warily. Two people in the room, at least, weren't trustworthy, but she had no idea who they were. "When did it say the revote was?"

"I voted for myself." Lixi confirmed as she held onto Enzo tightly.

"I…I don't know," he said. "We probably have another hour."

"What are we going to do?" Paige whispered, mostly to herself.

Enzo didn't say anything. He was out of ideas. He felt utterly and completely helpless, trapped in a situation he couldn't control. He thought he'd be able to seize control but that was naive of him. He couldn't control anything that was going on and it was driving him crazy. He buried his face in his hands again, imaging that he was home with his nephew squeezing his cheeks, telling him everything was fine.