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Post by Pieluver on Nov 2, 2022 1:09:04 GMT
A small form straddled one of the lower ridges of the roof, green eyes alert. His back rested against one of the many chimneys that seemingly sprouted from the top of the manor. Below, he could see a pale form traveling the path to the building, a dark shape in it's arms. Above, the shape the sun was just beginning to set, sending unassuming rays down onto the house below to make the windows sparkle and flash in the light. And making the bars that crisscrossed them sparkle as well. The slight male pushed the gate open, shifting the body in his arms so he could lock the tall wrought iron gate behind him. As he continued down the cobble-and-brick path the child stirred himself, hastily standing and sliding down the steep incline to the open window. The only unbarred windows were the ones of the attic, where James lived. Correction. Where the servants lived. Hassan had one half and James had the other. Drake had been smart enough to separate them with a a wall though, and they each had their own flight of stairs down into the main part of the building. James hurried down those steps, feet sliding in his shoes, Drake never bothered to find clothes that would actually fit James, even though he went the extra kilometer for Hassen, as the bloke hadn't been able to walk properly for a long while after his...accident. When James made it to the wide, door-lined hall, Drake and Hassen where already there. The human looked anxious, but then again, he'd looked like that all day. All the humans and activity seemed to be doing a number on him. in the earlier part of the day he'd haunted the second floor room, acting like a guard dog. Whenever James showed his face around the corner of that hall, Hassen's head would bolt upright and he'd tense into an aggressive pose. James, even though a good fight was what he craved at the moment, always withdrew his head almost immediately. Drake had given him orders, and he couldn't perform any type of detour, even if the same was allowable when Hassen was the transgressor. Damn that human. They waited. No, James waited. Drake wandered off, issuing James an order and Hassen a glance that plainly spoke, do what you like. Hassen promptly followed the pale daemon down the hall and away, around the corner. James slid down the wall and rested his forehead on his knees to wait for the carefully administered drugs to wear off. Enough of a dosage that each of them would wake at approximately the same time. They were each in their assigned room, sleeping off the effects of the heavy, anesthesia-like drug. They'd awake groggy and confused but still too sedated to attack anyone or to flee. Suddenly Drake reappeared, his normal grin curving his lips. Hassen trailed a meter or so behind him. James didn't care what Drake had been doing, he was feeling rather irritable, actually. He could guess though. Drake had either strolled over to the kitchen, which was on the other side of the first floor, and prepared food for the poor souls or worked on an illustration of one of his guests. Or Hassen. He'd taken to drawing Hassen much in the same way he'd often drawn James not a year before. " Stir yourself, James." Drake said, making the boy start with surprise. He was pulled up by his upper arm, and Drake gave him a sharp little push towards one of the doors. He followed up by issuing a similar, but perhaps a touch gentler, push to Hassen. " Line them up so we can discuss," he said vaguely. James took the left side of the hall and Hassen took the right. First out was a light haired girl, guided out of her room. Linnet. Then came the also blonde Elizabeth from Hassen's side, from the door facing Linnet's. Then, from the door next to Linnet's came Dom, followed by Lira from the door facing his, and finally Allease was herded by James out of the door at the far end of the hall, right next to the wall. Across from it was the servant stairwell up to the second floor. The hallways was wide enough to fit all five of them shoulder to shoulder with half an arm-span of space between each. The countenances displayed an assortment of groggy and confused faces, they still didn't seem too aware of what was going on. Drake planned to fix that, however. His red gaze traveled over each face, how different they all looked, and he paused for a moment, his jaw moving slightly as if he was chewing on his words. " Welcome, my friends." He said warmly. The look in his eye, however, completely juxtaposed the words. " I'm glad that you have woken up. We have much to discuss. But first I feel that I should introduce everyone. It isn't fun to attend a game when you don't know your fellow player's name." The pale male walked slowly, deliberately. He paused beside the odd-eyed blonde. He didn't meet her eyes though, as his gaze was wandering the rest of the group. " This little one is Linnet Mallory. Say hello, Linnet." He rested his slender had briefly on her shoulder before he continued, stepping behind her to reach the next person, the male who was nearly as tall as him. " This is Dominic Brecht. You may say hello too." He clapped the man on the shoulder as he moved on to the next human in the row. The blue-eyed brunette was next, His hand rested on her shoulder-blade as he introduced her. " This is Allease LaVera, you may follow with the pleasantries." Three down, two to go. The next was a tall twig of a man, standing slightly taller than him. Drake caught the male's upper arm briefly in his grip as he spoke. " This one is Lira Devine, Say hello, my fellow." And then to the last one, the other blonde. He paused for a moment with a hand on either shoulder as he announced the name of the last player of his game. " And finally we have Elizabeth Richardson, who may also greet the people." In a flash he was back in front of them, shooting a glance at Hassen to make sure he was alright. He looked extremely anxious, and had taken to hovering near James when Drake moved among the other humans. James looked mildly uncomfortable with the hand on his shoulder. When the finger started tapping, James shot a glance at the other servant. The blue-green eyes were not on him, however, so he resumed his gazing at the floor. Drake's eyes traveled the pack again, they looked much more alert now. " You are wondering why you are here at this point, I imagine." He stated, clasping his hands behind his back. " And the reason is, you are going to play a game. it is called Last Man Standing, and as such, I must lay down some rules. Firstly, if you are going to bleed to death, or inflict such an end on someone else, please make sure you don't get blood on the carpet. It takes James a devil of a time to get those stains out. Second, if you dally in the game or try to escape, you lose, and Hassen will make your end swift. Maybe." Drake jerked a thumb at the taller servant as he spoke. " Third, stay out of the room with the closed door on the second floor, or you will certainly die in the most painful way I can devise. Which would most likely result in you being ripped in half." The daemon paused for a moment, shooting a glance at Hassen to make sure he was still alright. He could feel the poor chap's tension rising quickly. He shooed the taller out of the way, reached out, and looped his arm around James's neck, to make sure they knew that he was serious. " Also, stay out of my room and the library. And the attic. Other than that, you may go where you please. Don't steal food from the kitchens though, I will provide sustenance as you require it. Oh, and don't have sex, don't attempt to harm James or Hassen, and really, don't destroy anything other than each other. Please. And that, I think, is it. Thank you for your time." Drake smiled winningly. The boy was slowly turning blue, his lips already a macabre purple, and had began to pull at Drake's arm frantically, his lungs complaining with the pain of not receiving oxygen. the chocolate haired servant was released suddenly, and he fell to the ground, gasping, and Drake turned on heel, vanishing around the corner without even a look at Hassen. Let the games begin.
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Post by Pieluver on Nov 2, 2022 1:09:28 GMT
Like a dog awaiting its master's return, Hassen stood by the front door. Drake had managed to slip out while he had been busy caring for Alexander. As usual, Drake had timed it perfectly so that Hassen would miss out on the fresh air. This time, however, Hassen would be ready. He had a month's worth of tricks up his sleeves and he was desperate to be outside again. He waited, paced, and finally sat down when his legs threatened to collapse beneath him. There was a rattle as the lock was undone from the outside. Hassen rose halfway and gritted his teeth, ready for the pain to come. The door opened, allowing the servant a breath of fresh air, but once again the daemon was too fast and Hassen accordioned against the closed door, barely keeping himself from getting a face full of wood. The poor human was beyond agitated and desperate; a particularly bad combination with him. Upon finding the door shut, he gave up and collapsed on the ground with a sob. Drake left shortly afterward, giving James a command. At the sound of retreating footsteps, Hassen was back on his feet and following shortly behind despite the heavy limp. Nothing seemed to work the way it should have, it seemed. Not since Esther. Lady Esther... What a fool he'd been. He'd trusted her, given her ample opportunity to escape, and instead she turned on him, beating him and Alexander until at last she ran away. He'd tried to trust and it had gotten him nowhere. Trust, he concluded, was nothing more than a pointless emotion that allowed other to trample over you. Yet, despite all this, he followed Drake with an unwavering obedience as only a dog could. Things happened, though, looking back, Hassen could never be sure exactly what they were. Drake had done something and he had had to sit for some time. He had grown bored and, within moments, had blanked out. He came to Drake calling his name and he was back on his feet, ever the faithful servant. They returned to James, causing a soft growl to rise from Hassen. He was on friendly terms with the smaller butler, though, and made no move to attack. Drake seemed to be pleased, or he was taking in the fact that Hassen was still a mess, and gave him a gentle nudge after James' not-so-gentle shove. It was an unspoken commend, but he got the drift. Drake was an open book and his desires were easy to understand. The vague command also helped a bit. People were shuffled out one by one. Hassen took great pleasure in the job, half because of the ever present false hope that Drake might be kind enough to let him out for a bit or even bring back something from the outside to cheer him up, and partly because, after everything he had been through, a twisted part of him immensely enjoyed hurting others. He poked and prodded none too gently until everyone was out of their rooms and then he went about slapping shoulders and pulling heads upright until he was satisfied that they were standing mostly upright. He then retreated to behind Drake. The less contact he had with these people, the better. Drake moved away to introduce everyone and Hassen found himself suddenly abandoned. He hunched his shoulders and lowered his head with a whimper. Feeling far too vulnerable, he shuffled over to James and placed his left hand on the boy's shoulder. For a short time he did nothing, waiting for James to relax somewhat and to make sure he could get away if the boy should panic. When nothing happened, he lifted his index finger and started tapping nervously. It was a sign for attention or that he was feeling vulnerable in the current situation. His eyes, however, rested on Lira and Dominic. Dominic had his attention out of sheer hate. Even from a distance, he could tell the man was a touchy-feely kind of person. The man would most likely be chasing after the women, but who was to say he wouldn't look for other company should he be unable to get what he wanted? Lira, on the other hand, had Hassen's attention for other reasons. Hassen had already decided long before meeting them that he hated them. He just hated Lira the least. Lira had a quality about him that held Hassen captive. The servant couldn't help but feel excited the longer he watched the man. This one lacked the spark of warmth that everyone else had. His eyes were dark and cold; this was a man that would push the game forward. Hassen decided that this man would require extra care and caution. This one had much to fear while Dominic... Well, let's just say the lad didn't appear to have much in the mental department. And the women? Never trust a woman. He had tried once before with Esther, sweet girl, only to have- With a shake of his head, Hassen withdrew his hand from James' shoulder. " Third, stay out of the room with the closed door on the second floor, or you will certainly die in the most painful way I can devise. Which would most likely result in you being ripped in half." The German servant guessed at which room Drake meant and bristled. A deep growl ripped from his throat as he glared at the line of people, daring someone to even try to go to the second floor. No words were needed and Drake's threat was probably unnecessary. The growl itself was more than enough warning and all that anyone would ever get. James was a mess once released but Hassen payed him no mind. He had long since learned that James had a knack for recovering from broken bones, bumps, and bruises. Suffocation should, therefore, have little to no effect on the boy. He watched as Drake left before turning his attention back to the line of people. Cape having been left in his room, it was easy to see that he held himself more easily at an unnatural position, with his back curved seemingly painfully, and that almost no weight was placed on his left leg. The servant hovered around James, fear of the strangers keeping him at peace with the butler while anxiety made him ready to collapse in a sobbing heap. His expression betrayed the latter desire but was twisted to something unreadable by the cut in his lip. His next move would depend entirely on the other "players".
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Post by Pieluver on Nov 2, 2022 1:09:45 GMT
Elizabeth felt a hard tug on her hair. She could feel her body be pulled upright, she felt slaps and prods on her back and shoulder until she finally opened her blue-green eyes. Everything seemed a bit fuzzed out, and she couldn't quite tell who was moving her. She entered a room, her eyes still un-focused. A throb erupted inside her head for a moment and when whoever made her stand, she wobbled slightly. Catching herself and standing straight. The blurriness had started to evaporate and know she could see a bit better. She was in a room, she wasn't quite sure how she got there for a moment. She blinked a few times, making her eyes focus better. She saw a tall thin man standing next to her, he seemed as dazed as she. She could see a few figures beside him but moved her attention back to the front of the room. The thought of "run" or "escape" hadn't even entered her mind at this point. A pale man stood in the front of the room. Accompanied by two other men. She couldn't quite get into greater detail considering her eyes were still fuzzy. This man seemed all to familiar to her, but she couldn't quite name it. He introduced everyone, a woman named Linnet Mallory followed by, Dominic Brecht, Allease LaVera, and Lira Devine. After introducing them, the man moved to Elizabeth, placing both of his hands on her shoulders. A sudden flash of memory developed in her head. She sat in the garden, her parents were still asleep. It wasn't that early but early enough. Then the memory was gone. As quickly as it had come. A slight gasp escaped her lips, her eyes were dazed and she didn't hear what he said. All she could see were his lips moving. The man returned to the front of the room, saying something about playing a game called "Last Man Standing". The headache she had was gone and could see everything quite clearly. Elizabeth looked at his eye for a moment, another flash of memory slithered its way through. She was fighting out of someone's grasp and was only able to catch a glimpse of red eyes before she she drifted into unconsciousness. When the man finished his speech about blood and the rules he disappeared after choking a man and letting him drop to the floor. She had a sudden urge to see if he was alright, but didn't know if it was a good idea. Something about this man made her uneasy. But the silence that followed made her terrified. "A-are you alright?" She asked nervously, taking a tiny step forward to the man on the ground.
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Post by Pieluver on Nov 2, 2022 1:10:10 GMT
It was white- everything was white. If it hadn’t been for the red, piercing eyes of the wolf, I would’ve missed it. It stood right in front, eyeing me as if I was a piece of meat; yet, it didn’t attack. The white wolf lowered its head and strayed next to me, coming closer than comfort to me. It licked its muzzle; even I could tell it was very hungry- so why didn’t it attack? I was completely helpless; I couldn’t even move, as much as I tried. Even though it was a scary situation, I couldn’t help but to point out how alluring the white wolf was, how those red eyes seemed to tell a story that was too long for even my own life time. I suddenly could feel myself move- though it was very slightly.
My arm was stiff, but I managed to reach it out towards the white wolf; now just realizing how cold everything was, how the wind blew violently at me. The further my hand went out towards the wolf, the more I realized my surroundings. When my hand was reached out all the way, the sound of the blowing wind filled my ears. I quickly realized that the white wolf wasn’t alone; I heard a fierce growl and could feel pressure of another wolf along my back. The teeth tore into my neck- it felt so real, it was so scary.Her icy blue eyes opened slowly as she found herself being pulled out of bed. Her body was heavy and stiff; it felt as if she was just hit by a carriage and decided to sleep it off. Allease’s eyes where heavy as she watched the boy heard her out of the room and into the hallway; her body leaning forward as she stumbled into the hallway, seeing a few others standing shoulder to shoulder. Confusion swept over her as she was placed by a tall boy with brown hair. She looked up at him with groggy eyes before looking straight forward, to see a familiar face. It was the face of the white wolf that had haunted her dreams, yet just a moment ago; she found it a bit humorous to see how alike he had looked to the wolf in her dreams and couldn’t help but to peer a sleepy smile- looking as if she was drunk. She nearly dozed out of his whole introduction thing with the people, too dumbstruck to pay any attention, but she snapped quickly out of it when she had felt his hand rest on her shoulder- unnoticeably jumping suddenly away from his grasp a little. Allease resumed her spot when he had moved onto the next person, now listening to whatever he was saying. " You are wondering why you are here at this point, I imagine. And the reason is, you are going to play a game. It is called Last Man Standing, and as such, I must lay down some rules. Firstly, if you are going to bleed to death, or inflict such an end on someone else, please make sure you don't get blood on the carpet. It takes James a devil of a time to get those stains out. Second, if you dally in the game or try to escape, you lose, and Hassen will make your end swift. Maybe." She couldn’t help but to wince at his words. " Third, stay out of the room with the closed door on the second floor, or you will certainly die in the most painful way I can devise. Which would most likely result in you being ripped in half." Ok, now, he couldn’t just do that! Now that she was alert and listening, Allease started to wonder what he was talking about. Why was it so forbidden to go into the doors that he had closed? Her eyes darting from him to the now glaring Hassen; the boy had reminded her of a feral dog- one that was lost beyond repair. She automatically felt pity for the boy, but quickly tried to refrain her thoughts from progressing; Allease knew the feeling of pity, and she knew very well that she would rather have someone’s cold hatred than their disgusting pity. Once she had her head cleared, she had realized just how much confusion had token over her; not only that, but compared to others around here, she felt smaller than ever. She swallowed hard as she watched Drake choke James harshly before making his exit swiftly. Now she was growing anxious and fearful as she watched the man fall to the ground, gasping for air. Allease’s chest expanded as she looked down at her clothing; which had only consisted of a light pink dress that reached just below her ankles- slightly showing off her large, brown ankle boots. The dress was ruffled along the square neckline and the ends of the sleeves, it complemented her figure, but made her look very flat chested; her hair was messily pulled back into a low ponytail. She looked like she was dragged out of bed. "A-are you alright?" Her eyes beaded across the hallway to the girl who had spoken, walking over towards James to help him out. For some odd reason, when Elizabeth had asked the boy for help, it sparked an odd memory of where she was before this had all happened. Her eyes slightly closed as she could remember her walk back- perhaps it wasn’t too smart to walk alone at night. She could remember it now, how addictive the night was; the cool wind blew gently and it was the perfect night to just walk home. Now, Allease realized how oblivious she had been, though, she didn’t worry much about now- why worry about the past now when she had a much bigger problem on her hands. Her eyes beaded to the dog-boy, who she assumed was Hassan. His glares send shutters down her back; her goal now was to completely avoid the boy. Allease’s mind tried to make up possibilities to her predicament at hand now, but because she had just recently awoken, her mind became a blank, which in turn had aggravated her much. After what seemed like a moment of thinking, Allease decided that it would be a good idea to flee instead of fight- or at least stay here long enough to hear the others’ opinions. She took a step forward, before turning her head slightly towards the others. “W-Well, I guess I’ll be g-going then…” She gave a weak, innocent smile that easily portrayed her feelings of confusion and fear. She decided that exploring the place might be able to ease her nerves, but in reality, she had many questions to ask the three men who put her there, but she thought it would be smart for her to calm herself down before asking questions; almost like thinking of a logical answer to explain all of this. Allease gently and quietly stepped around James, her eyes glazed over as she saw him. The boy was absolutely adorable! If she wasn’t in such a predicament, not much would stop her from bending down and picking him up like a kitten to hug him tightly in her arms. Allease’s eyes did avoid Hassen’s though, not wanting to have much contact until she either had all the answers to her questions, or until she was able to calm down enough to be able to speak properly. Though, the boy was in her thoughts, as well as everyone else in the area. She silently went over the rules in her head before she stopped at the kitchen. Oh how was it big! She walked towards it but quickly stopped and leaned against the wall. Allease tried to hold back everything and bottled it up inside. She figured that she’d be at a small advantage if she had gotten a weapon and hid it somewhere, but the thing was, she had nowhere to hide it. She started to think about her advantages and disadvantages; Hassen was tall, and would have no problem to take her down. From the looks of Dominic, he could easily crush her as well and knowing that fact scared her a bit. Lira didn’t really seem much of a threat, but she knew looks could be deceiving. He reminded her very much of the snake in the bible- the one who’d convinced Eve to eat the apple, but she couldn’t be for sure since it was only her assumptions. Linnet was quite beautiful, and in Allease’s opinion, looked much like a small doll; she would hate to see such a pretty girl get hurt, so Allease started to think that she’d avoid the women who were there with her; but under certain circumstances, Allease knew that it would be smart to have more than just yourself to rely on. Elizabeth seemed sweet, and had reminded Allease of Cinderella, a character in a book she had once read. Allease lightly shook her head and even thumped it against the wall she was leaning on, hating the sour way her thoughts had turned. Her right hand grabbed her left arm as she tried to comfort herself and sort out her annoying thoughts.
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Post by Pieluver on Nov 2, 2022 1:10:27 GMT
Linnet's vision slowly focused on arms, pale arms, wrapped securely around her, carrying her off to some unknown destination. As she turned her eyes upward to look upon the face of the person carrying her, her attention was caught momentarily by a sky streaked with spiraling, vivid colors that, for some reason, felt totally normal. All sensation faded as she felt pulled into the pulsing whirlpool of color. All too soon, the sensation of being carried returned and her head completed its turn. A scream of terror caught in her throat as she recognized the face of her father, filled with drunken rage. His eyes, instead of their usual dark brown, were bright red as a newly blooming rose. Linnet was certain from the rage on his face that he would kill her this time. A screaming voice echoed in her mind, though the man's lips never moved, "It was you! You killed her! You killed my wife!" The sobs followed, soon accompanied by a now quiet, hoarse voice,"Now she is gone and I am stuck with you." Linnet struggled desperately to get out of his grasp, but felt weak as a newborn. The red eyes were as filled with hate as the twisted, spiteful smile. His face began to flicker as his hair turned a startling white, even paler than her own as it grew longer. It wrapped around her neck and mouth, slowly strangling her as she struggled to scream, to breath, to move... Linnie fought her way out of the nightmare, a scream finally escaping as she bolted upright to a sitting position, the sheets tangled around her small form. Where... am I? she wondered, her thoughts seeming to move in slow motion. For a moment, she feared she was going blind, but her vision slowly became more clear, if not totally, as the terror of the dream began to fade, replaced by a steadily growing headache. The room was mostly dark except for a rim of light from under the door that dimly illuminated the room. If her vision was normal, she would have easily been able to make out what was in the room, but all she could see was dark blobs. Where am I? she pondered again. Did I faint on my way to work? Did... did someone bring me in off the street? However, she soon realized that didn't fit because of a brief remembrance of being grabbed from behind in the empty, or so she thought, street. She struggled, even feeling her elbow jab ribs, but after that, all was fuzzy and blank. And then the nightmare. Linnie shuddered and dropped the train of thought. She untangled the sheets, moving slowly so the room wouldn't spin as badly. After a moment, the messed up sheets were kicked off in a still tangled heap and Linnet slowly scooted to the edge of the bed. As her feet touched the ground, the door opened, and she gave a jump, though somewhat delayed. A boy with dark brown hair, or so she supposed, quickly got her up and hurried her out of the door and into a wide hall. Her headache intensified at the sudden brightness, but as her eyes adjusted, everything was almost entirely clear. Linnie watched with a hand covering her mouth and concern in her dual-color eyes as others were taken out of various rooms and made to stand next to her in various states of confusion and consciousness. Linnet involuntarily shuddered at the sight of the man with the same white hair and red eyes as were in her dream, unconsciously taking a small step back as his gaze passed over hers, but her eyes never left the man's face as he began speaking. She nearly bolted as the man stepped toward her, but her body didn't respond. She trembled slightly at his touch, her hand lowering to her throat as she endeavored to say something, but her mouth quickly shut and the man moved on. She slowly turned, her eyes never leaving him as he introduced one person after another. Dominic Brecht. Allease LaVera. Lira Devine. Elizabeth Richardson. She mouthed each name, her eyes glancing to each and just as quickly latching back on the albino's face. He finished the introductions and began explaining why they were there. Linnie never even noticed the other servant with the disfigured face as she stared, taking in all she could of what the man said about this game they were to play. Her mind still seemed to work in slow motion, but she understood the jist of what he was saying. They were meant to kill each other, and if they took too long or tried to escape, the other servant, Hassan, would kill them. Her eyes nervously flickered to Hassan's disfigured face before looking at the other servant, James, as the man began choking him, still listing the rules as the boy turned blue from lack of oxygen. The man quickly released James, who fell to the floor, and strode away. Linnie's worried eyes followed the man until he was out of sight, and then darted to the poor James and the young woman who was moving to help him, Elizabeth. We are now in a game of kill or be killed, Linnie thought bleakly, her odd eyes still vaguely frightened and an out of place determination apparent. She slowly backed away from the others, taking them all in until her back touched a wall. She slid down to a sitting position, watching, waiting for what would happen next. She knew then that she would do everything possible to survive.
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Post by Pieluver on Nov 2, 2022 1:10:42 GMT
The room was dark. He had no idea what time of day it was. And where was he, exactly? It wasn't his own room, he was sure of that. As Dom attempted to sit up, his limbs felt heavy and clumsy. It was as if his brain had flipped on the slow motion switch. Everything was taking so long to process, and he didn't even know what he was processing to begin with. "Did I drink so much that I ended up in someone else's house?" Even his words came out slurred. He'd dealt with the effects of alcohol the morning after, but this was something on a whole new level. He realized that he was still laying down, never actually having sat up like he'd planned. His fingers fumbled with the sheets, not even being able to keep a hold on them. He balled his fists in frustration, but his fingers slid and fell limply against the sheets. The minutes passed slowly, but thankfully he was getting some control back. Then his door burst open, and light flooded into the room. It overloaded his senses, and he shied away from the light. With the light shining, he realized he couldn't see as well as he thought he could. A dark shape hovered over him, grabbing his arms and pulling him up out of bed. The room swam around him, and he felt like he was going to throw up. He was guided towards the light, and brought to stand next to a girl he'd never seen before. At least he assumed she was a girl, his vision was still blurry. When the hand let go of him, he was grateful to find that he could stand on his own, though he felt like he was standing on a boat in the middle of the ocean. He watched as three other people were brought out in the same manner to stand next to him. Dom finally noticed the figure standing in front of them all, and found it weird that he hadn't noticed the man before. His hair was white, but it most certainly wasn't from old age, and he had piercing blood red eyes. Yet as much as they held hatred, he couldn't make himself look away. He partly registered that there were two other people, who seemed to be doing all of this man's work for him. His vision started to clear, and he felt slightly more in control of his body than before. " Welcome, my friends. I'm glad that you have woken up. We have much to discuss. But first I feel that I should introduce everyone. It isn't fun to attend a game when you don't know your fellow player's name." Game? What was this man talking about? And how had he even gotten here in the first place? His memory didn't seem to be functioning properly. Suddenly the man slapped him on the shoulder, and he wavered, almost falling to the ground. He focused on the man's words now, hearing him introduce the three others. He was becoming more confused by the minute. In the blink of an eye, the strange man with the red eyes was standing in front of them once more. " You are wondering why you are here at this point, I imagine. And the reason is, you are going to play a game. it is called Last Man Standing, and as such, I must lay down some rules. Firstly, if you are going to bleed to death, or inflict such an end on someone else, please make sure you don't get blood on the carpet. It takes James a devil of a time to get those stains out. Second, if you dally in the game or try to escape, you lose, and Hassen will make your end swift. Maybe. Third, stay out of the room with the closed door on the second floor, or you will certainly die in the most painful way I can devise. Which would most likely result in you being ripped in half." The man's arm shot out in a blur, and came back with a young boy stuck in its grasp. His eyes narrowed, head cocked to the side, staring with pure puzzlement. His eyes then moved left to right, looking at the other's faces, yet none of them seemed to know what was going on either. His eyes returned to the front as the man finished his monologue. " Also, stay out of my room and the library. And the attic. Other than that, you may go where you please. Don't steal food from the kitchens though, I will provide sustenance as you require it. Oh, and don't have sex, don't attempt to harm James or Hassen, and really, don't destroy anything other than each other. Please. And that, I think, is it. Thank you for your time." The man quickly disappeared after letting go of the boy, who crumpled to the ground in a heap. Immediately the girl at the end of the line rushed towards the fallen boy. Already he'd forgotten her name. Then the girl to his immediate right took off on her own, while the one to his left backed away, a look of horror in her eyes. He looked down to find his left hand shaking violently. He grabbed it with his other hand, forcing it to be steady. The two servants stayed, not saying or doing anything. He spun around in a circle, his hands out palm up, as if saying 'what exactly is going on here?' Suddenly, a memory flashed in his mind. He had just woken up late morning to find the house empty, had gotten dressed, and went outside to walk off headache from the night before. When he had opened the front door, a figure he hadn't seen quickly assaulted him, he felt a poke, and the world around him had slowly faded to black. Dom's eyes made contact with every face still in the room. He posed a question to the eerily silent room. "This is some kind of joke, right?"
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Post by Pieluver on Nov 2, 2022 1:11:02 GMT
What was this? Lira's dark, blank eyes widened in panic and shock as strong hands grabbed him from behind. He had been right. Why did he choose this day, this moment to go for a damn walk? People were after him! They always had been and he had evaded all attacks... Why did he fail now? The urge for a breath of fresh air was gone and Lira cursed himself as he struggled against the hands holding him captive. If only he were stronger... If only he hadn't sent his body guards home for the rest of the day... then this wouldn't have happened. Lira was finally about to yell for help, but the attacker must have read his mind, as Lira's mouth was quickly covered. The grip was tight and the tall, pale man could feel himself straining for oxygen. Which competitor was this one? Lira tried to get a glimpse of the face, turning his neck as much as he could. All he saw were a pair of gleaming red eyes, leering at him as Lira faded out of consciousness. When the wealthy heir opened his eyes, Lira automatically squinted. The light.. was kind of bright. Where was he? Then his head started throbbing and everything came back to him. Ignoring the pain, his dark eyes darted from left to right and was upset to see so many people near him. The urge to run and flee were the first thoughts in his mind. However, his upbringing wouldn't allow him to shrink into himself the way he wished to. No. Lira was trained to stand up straight with his posture rigid and his eyes cold. So that's exactly what he did. Let no one see the fear. He quickly tried to see who he was with. However, there was no need as the pale man with the red eyes started introducing everyone there. Everyone seemed different and unusual in their own way. There were three women besides him and the other man called Dominic. Obviously, this was a fight to the death. Drake Stewart confirmed his thoughts. The smooth voice was not lost upon Lira's ears and the skinny young man made up his mind. Lira knew how the powerful men worked. Everything was just a game. Lira had taken part of many before... though not one that was as violent as this. They had all been mostly mental games.. but how much harder could this be? He was going to kill everyone there. Besides Drake Stuart and his slaves, of course. Then he would live and go home and live the way he was used to. Weaknesses were something he was used to spotting. It would be quick and maybe even easy. Then Lira felt someone's gaze upon him and immediately tensed. Eyes were things he became used to.. but hated. People were always looking at him be it with hate, fear, or disdain. It repulsed him. With one look at him, they all drew their own conclusions. Lira hated people. He had always hated everything about them. It might be... fun to kill them. He glanced back at the women and then back at Dominic. Lira decided he would save the guy for last. He seemed like the biggest threat. In appearance, Lira was much weaker looking but he had faith in his intelligence. Lira was sure he would be able to do this. Dominic Brecht. Allease LaVera. Linnet Mallory. Elizabeth Richardson. No matter. Names were meaningless now. Then Drake put an arm around James' neck and the servant started turning blue, thrashing weakly. Lira just looked around calmly. He caught sight of the other servant, Hassen. The one that was to kill them if they did anything Drake did not like. He made a mental note to stay away from him. It wouldn't do to panic, though part of his mind was wanting to scream and beg to be released from this game. That was the stupid cowardly side of him and Lira ignored it. Despite... his problems, Lira always, always managed to get on top. To win. There was no way he was going to lose now.
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Post by Pieluver on Nov 2, 2022 1:11:16 GMT
The child rolled over onto his back, his throat pulsing as he coughed, his body trying to draw in his next breath much too fast. His face was returning to its normal color, and the blood ticked his veins as it refilled them, leaving little prickles all over his face. He couldn't say that he hadn't expected that. As James struggled to sit up he heard a tentative voice speak. It inquired after his health. The boy went limp for a second. Had he really just heard what he thought he just heard? Did he look alright? The chocolate haired boy didn't make a sound though, even as he felt a form move past him, stirring air that kissed his face gently. The clunk of the human's boots paused near his head for a moment, but then continued on.
There was a brief paused, in which James continued his struggle to sit up, and then a male spoke. From the sound of the tenor it seemed that it was the broader one, Dominic. He questioned the authenticity of the going-ons. from the floor James let out a soft huff of laughter, finally managing to sit up. He kept his eyes closed, a hand moving to his forehead to steady his mind. Oxygen restoration to his noggin always took a long, uncomfortable time. It left him dizzy for a long while after the fact. Worse than broken bones, even more than broken spine, because his body reacted so negatively to it. It would fight to the end to just catch another breath struggling violently, and it would wear itself out, leaving him weak and throbbing with pain.
James drew the back of his jacket sleeve across his mouth, making a quiet grumble form in the back of his throat. One could say that he'd learned to growl properly from Hassen and the half sound was his signature warning. It was partly directed at the taller servant, telling him to stay put, for he was only a few meters behind and to the side of the boy. The other part was directed at the young blonde woman who'd taken a few hesitant steps towards him. For one thing, he didn't particularly want her near him, he didn't want any human near him, not now, not never. For the other, he didn't want her near Hassen either. He could feel anxiety radiating from the male in waves. There was really no way James knew to ease the other's nerves. He could understand why the other was ill at ease. Well, after what had happened, James couldn't blame him. At least it wasn't aimed directly at him at the moment.
Pulling himself to his feet, James wobbled like a colt for a moment before finding his center of balance. He shot a glance at Hassen, adding a couplet of grunts, his eyebrows lifting slightly. A warning. This was his element, he was in charge. Well, it wasn't exactly his element, but he did know what he was doing. He'd done it before after all.
The bright green gaze traveled the rag-tag group, a small hand rubbing his abused neck. One, two, three, four. Two males, two females. One female was missing. The girl, Allease. The one with the boots, the last one Drake had brought last. James had long since realized that he didn't have to worry about keeping them all under his watch, they did their best work when they were scattered about the building. Drake seemed less annoyed about them wandering around now than he was at first as well. Of course, he would probably insist that everyone join for 'supper' which would be around midnight, as time didn't particularly matter any more. The mansion, Drake himself, was timeless. Life and Death were timeless as well.
James blinked a couple times, his gaze landing on Dominic in particular. The one who'd asked the question. With a solemn look on his little round face, he shook his had slowly at the man. How could it be a joke? A trick? This was no laughing matter.
Never a laughing matter. Unless you were Drake. Then it was hilarious.
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Post by Pieluver on Nov 2, 2022 1:11:43 GMT
A girl - Elizabeth? - stepped forward. She looked timid and seemed genuinely concerned for James' health. Well, she probably was, actually. No one knew about the little trio, yet. They had much to learn. Should he educate them? He could, right here and now. It would only take a moment, unless she struggled. That would be a problem, but not a big one. Catch her throat just right and no oxygen would reach her lungs. It would be slow and she would claw out most of the stitches on his arms if she resisted too much - well, no, he did have sleeves, but she'd make a mess of his coat - but it would serve as a warning to the others. He bristled but didn't growl, ready to step forward...
The rest of the world blanked out.
He missed the other girls' reactions and didn't hear Dominic's question. He'd been doing a lot of that recently. It was like his brain just shut down, or time would skip a beat. One moment, everyone was standing in a nice line, the next, people had moved. He came back to James uttering a low growl. It wasn't loud and seemed more of a loud mewl than a growl, but that didn't matter. The fact was, James wanted his attention and he gave it. Hassen paused, forcing himself to relax and straighten somewhat to show that he was listening. No, not listening. The servants rarely spoke to each other, anymore. He was watching. Yes, that was it.
It was simple communication, really. Almost a prehistoric or bestial method of conveying information. Several grunts; a sign that James had control of the situation and would resist any attempts of outside control (aside from Drake. Drake was allowed to break all the rules the pair had set up). A slight raising of eyebrows; a warning. It was Hassen's signature move. When he used it, it always meant, 'Do it, I dare you'. More of a challenge, really, but with James it was always a warning.
And Hassen didn't feel like fighting just then.
In complete defiance of James' claim to control of the situation, Hassen straightening himself to his full height, an act that his body resisted to with much mental screaming and muscle spasms. He was forced to stand still for some time while his body struggled to adjust and recalibrate itself with this new, less comfortable posture. It was so much easier to fold in on himself, but that always made him smaller and gave everyone as severe advantage over him. This was no time for showing signs of weakness. Oh, he was going to play nice and not touch anyone right away, but his time would come. His time would come.
He was tired of hanging around James and his short temper was threatening to make him explode. It was time he found someone new to follow. Carefully threading around James and Elizabeth, Hassen stopped a few steps away and rubbed his hands together nervously. He suddenly found himself wanting to be alone. Alone with something small.
And soft.
And cuddly...
Like that kitten than Drake had brought home one time. It had wandered off and disappeared for several days, only to be found curled up in a corner. Hassen had, naturally, insisted that it was only sleeping and took meticulous care of the tiny creature, despite James' best efforts to convince him that it was, indeed, dead, mainly from the fact that it was missing its head. Hassen had woken up one day to find that the kitten had finally disappeared from its bed. Drake later told him that the kitten had managed to slip out before he could stop it. Hassen still kept the bloody towel at the foot of his bed, a damaged part of his brain refusing to accept that the kitten was never coming back.
This made Hassen want to latch onto Dominic. The man was the most cuddly of the group - no way Hassen was ever touching a woman after his experience with Esther - and Lira was far from comfort material. And Drake refused cuddles. Oh, yes, Hassen had the daemon's full attention and twisted love, but close contact was still reserved strictly for James. That might have something to do with Hassen's several more recent murder attempts. Bah. It was the demon's own fault for not letting him outside in over four months!
But the fact remained that Dominic was most likely not going to want contact of any kind. And he was feeling too sore just then to bother with a fight with anyone. However - partly to vent of some of the anxiety and stress, partly to initiate contact with someone (and Drake wasn't immediately available), and mainly because he could - he pushed past Dominic, veering to bump roughly into the other male (his shoulder spiked with pain and made it very clear that it was not going to forget the rough treatment any time soon) as he made his way to the other end of the hall. It would be longer, but he didn't mind taking the extra turns to reach the stairs to the second floor. His job, as of now, would be to guard Alexander from these new threats, but who said anything about letting James have all the attention?
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Post by Pieluver on Nov 2, 2022 1:11:56 GMT
What if all of this was a dream? One I could perhaps, wake up if I did something a bit painful? Suddenly, Allease bit her lip real hard before ramming her head into the side of the wall- enough force her to bob her head back and forth; the pain was extremely horrid, and now she had just wanted to lay down. Yet, her eyes didn’t open; anyone could tell she knew the worst, but hoped for the best. One icy blue eye opened before the other, and then a heavy, depressed sigh released from her lips- so it wasn’t a dream.
Her hand had shot towards her head before she could taste what little blood that had dropped from the cut inside her mouth; she had bitten her lip at the same time she rammed her head into the corner of the wall- oh how was it painful. Allease sucked on her lip as her body collapsed and she sunk down against the wall, holding her head and trembling. She was unsure of why she was trembling so hard; perhaps the pain; confusion? Or maybe fear. Either way, her body trembled.
She laid there for a few seconds before she forced herself up, trying to think some more. Before she knew it, Allease found herself bringing up topics from tales she had read for a ‘logical’ explanation. Perhaps I had fallen in another’s world? I’m already dead, and this is just a test of whether I’m worthy of being rebirthed? Soon, her explanations in her head became far from ‘logical’, even for a fairytale; she started to make up things- things she’s never even read in her entire life!
A groan slipped from her mouth before she looked around her, taking in her own surroundings before she stumbled off. Allease figured that having some objectives before taking action was smart, and her first objective was to find Drake. Why did he put us here? Is there some logical answer? Does he really need us to kill each other; if so, why? I refuse to believe that he is just some crazed psychopath… Her thoughts when on and on with many questions, some, not even related to her own predicament. Her hand followed the wall as she held her head in her other hand, trying to make her own way out of the kitchen area.
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Post by Pieluver on Nov 2, 2022 1:12:11 GMT
Elizabeth glanced at Allease as she walked past, stopping for a moment to glance at James on the ground. She seemed a bit concerned herself, but continued walking. Was this a good idea, what if I just dug my own grave? Weren't the two servants supposed to kill us? She thought to herself. She took another glance behind her, a man, Dominic, she thought his name was, asked a question she had thought herself for a time. "This is some kind of joke, right?" She looked around the room for a moment, taking in the sites and silently answered his question. This, sadly, is not a joke.
When James made a grunt noise she quickly looked at him, he seemed to be giving her some kind of warning of "stay back" or "don't help me". She still had a urge to help him as he stood and now that she was closer, she noticed that he was not a man at all. But a boy, no older than 16. Maybe younger, but she heed the warning and took a slight step backwards. She moved her attention to the man behind James, he gave Elizabeth a horrible feeling. It wasn't the scar on his face or arm, it was the way he carried himself. As though he wasn't scared to kill. Witch Elizabeth was almost positive that he wasn't.
She had to fight the urge to scurry away when Hassan moved in between herself and James, and left. Although the room didn't seem to light up on the sullen and devious factor that has taken hold. She couldn't stand the quietness, she needed to hear something, maybe through a window or such. "Well, I, uh,-"She really didn't know what to say, so she didnt. She took one last glance at James and the group, making sure none of them were sneaking up on her to stab her in the back. She moved out of the door and down the stairs. Her shoes making a soft click, she cursed the black button up shoes she was wearing. They made to much noise when they were on something hard. She let out a shaky breath, thinking of the strengths of everyone.
Dominic seemed to be able to crush someone with his fists. Lira seemed to be able to run quickly and didn't look as though he would hesitate to kill you. Allease looked as though she could charm a snake out of its hole. And lastly Linnet, who seemed to have a nice factor that could be used to easily manipulate people. She herself couldn't really think of any strengths she could have, besides being able to hide and Drake wouldn't like that. Most likely would send Hassen to finish her off, but she'd be damned if she was going down without a fight.
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Post by Pieluver on Nov 2, 2022 1:12:27 GMT
He glanced mildly at the girl who slammed her head against the wall. What a stupid thing to do... In a game like this, it was best to keep youself in top condition. She just weakened herself for the others. Obviously this was real. Normal people wouldn't have even been able to dream up of such a horrendous game. Never ever doubt something when your life is on the line.
He saw her leave the room, her shoes making a click click sound. If she was smart, the girl would ditch the shoes. But there weren't that many smart people left in this world. He was smart though, at least he thought he was. Lira lso believed himself to be quite clever. How else had he survved in the political world?
That was Lira's way of life. He did what he could to stay on top. Maybe it was for all the wrong reasons but.... the doesn't really matter does it? Life was life. The weak perished and the strong ruled. A twisted smile made its way onto Lira's mouth and a small chuckle escaped his lips. Hadn't he wanted to kill someone? Yes.... There was so many people the world could do without. If only Lira was powerful enough to do it... yet his social ranking wasn't high enough yet for that.
If he died now, then none of his dreams would come true. How could it? Lira didn't believe in reincarnation or heaven. Just a hell. It was probably getting a place ready for him right now. He sighed. Well, he might as well get to know the place. What rooms had Drake told them to stay out of?
The room with the closed door on the second floor and Drake's room and library. Got it.
The other part of him though, was making him anxious and flustered, being so close to people. Lira had managed to push the feelings away but now it came back with full force. The fingers on his left hand started twitching, wanting something to fool around with. His cold mask was still in place but his posture slightly slipped, his lean frame hunching in on itself.
Lira needed to leve before one of them decided to attack him right then and there. It didn't really seem life anyone was paying him any attention anyway. Lira pressed himself against the wall and silently slid out of the room. As soon as he was out of sight of the eyes, Lira visibly calmed down, straightening up againand his tight face relaxing. I was time to explore and get to know the place.
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Post by Pieluver on Nov 2, 2022 1:13:14 GMT
A small wicker basket sat on the floor next to Drake's door. It had a top on it, one of the folding ones much like a picnic basket. He'd acquired a couple things while he was out finding game-players, supplies. At the moment the daemon was sitting at his desk, and little spatters of ink manifested the cherry wood and the lower half of his face. He was trying to write, but the basket was disrupting him. Red eyes sent a venomous glare at the woven thing. "Shut up." He snapped at it. It remained silent. The pale male paused for a moment. The basket didn't say anything. Drake smiled slightly, a soft sigh escaping his mouth. Peace at last. Perhaps the little monster had fallen asleep. "See, that wasn't all-"
"Bark!" exclaimed the basket. Drake jumped slightly, glaring at the basket as a golden muzzle pushed at the lid, trying to get out yet again. "Bark!" It said again, the sound bright and excited. "No." Drake said. The puppy barked at him again. "Shhh." Another bark. "Fine, bark all you want." The reverse psychology didn't work. The puppy yipped happily. He'd been sedate at first, a small little creature with barely enough meat on him to stay alive. But Drake had fed him three times since the early morning, and now he was a ball full of energy. Perhaps the gift would be given earlier than he'd anticipated. If the puppy continued to make a nuisance of himself he'd have to.
When the little creature managed to push his way out of the basket, Drake decided that yes, it was time to get rid of the dammed thing. Pass it on to someone else. "Get back in your basket." the daemon ordered the puppy, pointing at the recently vacated basket. The puppy looked at him, sitting down. His tongue flopped out, giving him a grin. "Yes, you. Get." Drake said, shooing the puppy with a sigh. It was a rather big animal, for a puppy. He was well on almost up to Drake's knee, perhaps a few centimeters off. He promised to be a fairly big dog. For all his energy, the puppy was not completely fit. One of his eyes was always half closed, and the parts that could be seen were a milky color. One of his ears was docked back, but the other was tattered. Who ever had docked his ear hadn't managed to take his tail as well, however, and the dangerous weapon still swung back and forth behind the little monster.
The puppy decided that Drake was playing a game with him, and began jumping back and forth, darting away from the exasperated daemon. The male finally managed to catch him, however, by tricking him with food. Once he was safely back in his basket, Drake picked it up, making sure the latch was secure. He didn't want to play catch the puppy though the whole manor.
Beside the puppy, who he'd found on the side of the road and decided that it was high time for a replacement for Hassen's kitty cat (He'd finally had to get rid of the poor thing and just tell Hassen that the headless creature had run off), Drake had also gotten some 'puppy supplies' which included a harness for the little monster. it was modified from a bridle, one loop went around the creature's chest, and the other circled behind his front legs. Both loops were connected by an metal circle that rested on the animal's back. Attached to that was a lead of sorts, so the puppy couldn't run off if he was taken outside, but it was safe enough that the little monster couldn't accidentally choke himself with it. Hassen, Drake had decided after his several attempts to get outside today alone, needed some fresh air and exercise.
Where oh where could that little human be? Oh, he was probably guarding his master's door from all the other little humans scurrying around. He had seemed anxious and on edge when Drake left him, so it did make sense that he'd not stay. James could handle the humans on his own anyway.
Thankfully, Drake managed to intercept the male on his way up the stairs. If Hassen had already made it to his destination it would have been difficult to approach him. He didn't let anyone near Alexander's door. "Hassen." He said, his voice carrying despite the fact that he'd not spoken very loudly. He never spoke in a loud tone around the sometimes twitchy human. "I have something for you." As he approached he set down his basket and removed his hand from the lid. The little monster pushed his way out quickly, scrambling to go meet the new person. For a street dog he was very friendly, which made Drake think that he was recently abandoned, but he'd spent his early puppyhood in a sheltered environment. Or he was just a stupid dog.
The puppy skittered to the other, yipping a few times, and began to inspect the man's shoes with his little wet nose, his propeller tail swinging at top speed. "You may take him out for walks if you seek my permission first. I have a harness for him in the basket. You may take what he needs from the kitchen to keep him fed, use the tin bowls please. You must clean up after him as well. He's your reward for being a good boy. If you continue to do well you may keep him." That should be enough of a motive for the mortal to continue doing his job properly, Drake decided. Sometimes it seemed that He needed such little motivations to stay efficient. Perhaps it was a human thing.
"Keep an eye on the little monster, he likes to open and close things." Drake said, pushing the basket towards Hassen with his foot. "There is everything you'll need. I have work to do." The little monster barked at the moving basket. Drake gave it a last half-glare, stupid little monster, and turned around, He had to finish his writings in his newly quieted room.
Stupid little puppies. James was much quieter that a dog.
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Post by Pieluver on Nov 2, 2022 1:13:23 GMT
No one voiced an answer to Dom's question, but the answer was clear enough as he watched the boy slowly shake his head back and forth. His brain was immediately overloaded with questions, complaints, worries, and too many other things to process. Honestly, he wanted to collapse to the ground and cry. But that would look weak in the other's eyes. His hand began to shake once more, and he had to steady it. The second servant suddenly started forward, bumping into him, and then to the man next to him, before stalking off. He watched the servant go, more confused than angry about the entire situation. One by one, the other 'contestants' left the hallway, all heading in different directions. He was going to follow, when his other hand began to violently shake as well. Frowning, he quickly slipped back into the room he'd been sleeping in moments before.
He didn't even go to the bed. He just slid his back down the door, ending up sprawled on the floor right there. He couldn't stop the shaking, and it was beginning to frustrate him. He clenched his fists, doing his best to stop the trembling. He took a few deep breaths, trying to calm his nerves. If what was said was indeed true, he would be dead soon. As well as everyone else that had stood beside him. And the worst part was that they were supposed to take each other out. He slammed his fist against the floor a few times, trying to let his anger out. This wasn't the time to be emotional... he needed to have a clear head.
Dom's thoughts returned to the four other beings who had been thrown into this as he had. Three females and one other male. He didn't know if he should try to go it alone, or attempt to pair up with someone. Two minds were better than one. But eventually he would be turned against his partner. He most likely could charm any of the females into working with him. But the way they had looked at him. Had they been sizing him up, or working out their plans to kill him off first? Maybe he should just easily get all the females killed first. The other man was his biggest opponent, though. He wasn't physically intimidating, but one look at his eyes and Dom had known he would be difficult.
Were they all plotting together to kill him first? He was easily the most physically intimidating. Maybe he should just try to avoid them all and let them attack each other. Suddenly, his eyes filled with tears as a wave of sadness passed over him. He would never see anyone else again: his father, best friend, any other women. He wiped the tears away forcefully, angry that he'd let himself become so fragile. He needed to focus and get it together fast, or he didn't have the slightest chance against the others. He finally relaxed his fists, letting his fingers fall against the floor, and he was relieved to find that the trembling had stopped.
It was time to come up with a solid plan... and fast.
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