forum V O T E / Psychological Thriller / Closed

Started June 26, 2018 by @WriteOutofTime

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“Oh, Lixi…” Xander sighed, “I won’t betray you again, I swear. You didn’t deserve it. None of us did.”
He chose to be quiet about the following incident with Enzo. If he came back, he didn’t want the others to hate him.

Lixi let go and pinched herself. "Oh so this isn't a dream……….we're alive?" She asked. Did the TV trick them into revealing their horrible secrets?

“Unless this is my hell. Coming back to this horrible place forever for doing what I did to you,” he said, “But you’re really here. This is really you. We’re back in the house. No telling what they’ll ask us to do this time.”
Xander looked down at Lixi.

John took an ashamed step away from the two, “I’m— I’m sorry about what I did. I- I have a mental disorder, I guess, and I thought it was gone- I just- I’m sorry,” He said quietly, wringing his hands. Gosh, Paige, too… He had just been looking for some stability in his unstable chaos of his mind.

“John, it’s okay,” Xander replied, trying to keep a firm tone in his voice and maintain eye contact, “We’re here to help this time. No more backstabbing or dying. That goes for all of us.”

John took an ashamed step away from the two, “I’m— I’m sorry about what I did. I- I have a mental disorder, I guess, and I thought it was gone- I just- I’m sorry,” He said quietly, wringing his hands. Gosh, Paige, too… He had just been looking for some stability in the unstable chaos of his mind.

Lixi made a o shape with her mouth before turning to Xander. "What, why, what do you mean? Did something happen?"

“Were you not there when it happened?” Xander asked cautiously. He didn’t really feel like upsetting Lixi if she didn’t know John had committed suicide.

(Hey friends, randomly jumping back in because i'm procrastinating!)
"Get away from them, Lixi."

Enzo slunk into the room. He didn't know whether it was the fact that he'd been the last to die, or if he was just more affected by this particular poison, but the coldness and numbness of whatever drug had caused his temporary death was still inching down his extremities. He leaned against the wall, but his eyes were like steel. "Get away from them," he repeated.

"Enzo…" Xander managed. Just saying his name sent chills down his whole body. He wanted to run so badly. Sure, he deserved what he got, but he was scared. Even more scared now knowing that he could continue to be murdered then come back, if Enzo so desired.
"Lixi, he's probably right," he said, backing away a few feet from Lixi.

"No need to look so scared," Enzo bit out, his hands clenching into fists. "You're a real piece of shit. I'm not gonna touch you." A gravely laugh tore through his throat. "I'm starting to think…" he glanced around, at the high ceilings and the beige walls and the untouched furniture. "I'm starting to think this is infierno. That this is hell."

"If this is hell, then why is Lixi here?" Xander asked, feeling kind of choked up, "She deserves better than that."
Xander bit down on his lip and took a few deep breaths to keep himself from crying again. He couldn't do this in front of Enzo of all people.

John blinked at Enzo. Fear -gosh, pure fear had caused him to freeze- held him where he was, eyes locked on the man. Maybe he was having an anxiety attack. Maybe that crazy side of him was struggling to take control again. But he couldn’t do anything, he couldn’t even move. He wondered if the terror he felt was showing on his face.

"So you care about Lixi now?" Enzo laughed again. "Make up your mind, Xander." His eyes trailed over to John, his gaze resting right above his head, not quite meeting his eyes. "What do you think, John? Hell?"

"Oh, come on, Enzo! You're telling me that you have never in your whole damn life done something on impulse that you immediately regretted? I may be the lowest of the low, but you're not exactly a saint yourself, are you?" Xander snapped, feeling a lot more irritated now than scared. He closed his stance, bringing his legs closer together and crossing his arms.

John spoke as if he was in a trance, whispering, “Hell.” His hands started shaking rapidly, that inner war inside him building. I should be dead I should be dead I should be dead. John was going to be sick. Or maybe he already was, just on the inside.

(Maybe she heard John calling earlier and went to investigate?)

(Sure)

River heard a familiar sound and looked around confused “John?”

John vaguely heard his name from somewhere else in this house of hell, but his eyes were glued to Enzo in horror. It would happen again, he would lose himself to that crazy side of him, gosh, he needed to be in an asylum.

Lexi slowly edged away from all the men. Something had obviously happened after she blacked out, but she couldn't figure it out. The way Enzo was acting terrified her and chilled her to the bone, he wasn't like that.
So you care about Lixi now? That echoed around her head, she knew that Xander voted for her to die, but…
Suddenly a thought rushed to her head. She needs to go, she needed to get out, hideaway. It was obvious she couldn't trust anyone here.

Xander heard River's voice. She hadn't died. If this was hell, why was she here?
"River? Is that you?" Xander called, a lump forming in his throat. He wondered if she had read his note, and if she knew that killing Lixi was not his intent, but his impulse.

John vaguely heard his name from somewhere else in this house of hell, but his eyes were glued to Enzo in horror. It would happen again, he would lose himself to that crazy side of him, gosh, he needed to be in an asylum.

River sighed and held the child closer to her. She heard him whimper and felt her eyes well up with tears. “Great, now I’m hearing voices of my dead best friends.”

John vaguely heard his name from somewhere else in this house of hell, but his eyes were glued to Enzo in horror. It would happen again, he would lose himself to that crazy side of him, gosh, he needed to be in an asylum.

River sighed and held the child closer to her. She heard him whimper and felt her eyes well up with tears. “Great, now I’m hearing voices of my dead best friends.”

(Child??)