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Devil's Choir; Morning, Day 3
Topic Started: Nov 2 2016, 06:12 PM (1,716 Views)
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((Al continued from Shock Me))

Alessio looked at the bloodied, disgusting pickaxe. There were less brutal ways to let the game end faster.

I'm a dwarf and I'm digging a hole. Diggy diggy hole. I'm digging a hole.

How much time of his life had he wasted watching fucking Minecraft videos? Instead of doing anything worthwhile. His past life was trash.

If he gets out of here, he would aim for a better life. A new life. With new friends. Without bullies like Michael. Without Vanessa. A new life with a new Alessio who will not repeat the mistakes he had made in Cochise. Burn his computer, get out, socialise, fall in love, get a girlfriend that loves him as much he loves her. Happy End.

Yeah...that would be nice. That was not going to happen. He was going to die here.

He mindlessly walked into the Chapel just to see a group of people. And the group of people saw him.

Al still had no idea what to say. He stopped walking in, used his pickaxe as a cane and was confused and scared at the people inside. Then, he used the sleeves of his hoodie to get rid of the liquids that ran out of his running nose. At least he did not cry anymore.
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Lie or tell the truth?

That was the question. Al was not a good liar. Back in Kingman he was usually very truthful and honest. There was no need to lie. There was no point in lying. Lying would never bring you far, that's what the church told him, that's what his parents told him, that's what the school told him, that's what the media told him.

But now? Was there a need to lie?

"..."

It was hard to explain the rather simple question who the owner of the blood was. Cameron. His own. Somebody else. Don't know. What was the best reply? What was the best lie? There was no such thing. The seconds passed until Al could even give a proper reply to Jae's question. Alessio looked at the ground. He needed to tell the truth. The truest truth.

"I don't want to talk about that."

He'd rather talk about something more pleasant. Like, cats. Or robots. Or the chapel that looked quite beautiful. Or the flowers in the garden. Or anything else.
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Alessio was talked about to be a bad person, a killer, a murderer, a player, a monster. Because he was.

So he was shouted at by Dorothy. He immediately closed his eyes, wanted to forget what had happened with Cameron, wanted to stop the accusations and the prompt for guilt by Dot. Asha's friendly voice did not help either, since it was followed by Jae's command. That was not making him feel safe. This was not a trio that wanted to be friendly and welcome and solve the problems. No, it was three individual people who all wanted individual goals. Disorganised. Not harmonic. And Al, the fourth person had no clue what to do when each one of them desired a different thing from him. Get away, speak up, stay quiet.

"..."

That was all he wanted to say. He opened his eyes. Preparing to watch Asha and Dot going to Jae, preparing to be left alone by the girls just like he did with Mia. Karma.

Get out? Speak up? Being stronger was difficult.

So, he added a sigh of sorrow, before he was readying himself to see what was going to happen next. Anything could happen.
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Michael, bully, dangerous. Just walked into the room and made the things even more heated. Jae was aiming with his weapon at him. Al could be dead.

There was the door. There was the crossbow.

Al chose the door. Staying here with Jae was risky. He could be very dead if Jae shoots. Alessio had never felt more awake than now. Even when he killed Cameron he did not have as much of an adrenaline rush than now, when Jae was wielding his weapon, Michael suddenly joined and Dorothy shouted at him seconds before. He was not wanted.

So he sprinted out of the chapel, scared of Michael stopping him from leaving. But he managed to get out.

((Al continued in Smoke Screen))
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