I move the spies to another room with the camera too open for comfort.The group of teens are a bit reticent, but they follow my orders without any complaints. As the last of the spies is ushered into the new hidden room we found, I take a step back and survey the scene. Our new prisoners are glaring at us, their expressions a mix of anger and fear, but I feel no remorse. Zane sits at the other end of the room, far away from the others, his eyes never leaving his knees where he's curled up. As for Everett, she sits by the far wall, her eyes unreadable as they survey new quarters.She suddenly meets my eyes, her brow quirking.Looking away, I clear my throat, pining the grumbling traitors with a glare. They brought this upon themselves by infiltrating our class and threatening our lives."You can't keep us here forever," one of the bolder spies snarls, his hands clenched into fists. "The Principal will find us, and then you'll all be sorry."I lock eyes with the man, my gaze unwaverin
I knock on Valerie's door, my heart pounding with anticipation and trepidation. It's been a few hours since I handed her the chip, and I'm eager to hear what she's discovered.The door swings open, and Valerie ushers me inside, her expression serious. "Ande, I'm glad you're here. I've been examining the chip, and I think I've figured out what it is."I nod, taking a seat on the edge of her bed. "What did you find?"Valerie sits down beside me, her fingers drumming nervously on the desk. "This chip is a tracker, Ande. It's been monitoring our movements, our location, everything."I feel a chill run down my spine, and I must resist the urge to tug at the collar around my neck. "Are you saying that even if we escape the school, the Principal can still find us?"Valerie nods, her eyes dark with worry. "That's exactly what I'm saying. The chip is integrated with the collar we're all wearing, and if we try to remove it, the collar will likely explode."I swallow hard, my mind racing. "So wh
As I follow closely behind Chris, my mind races with questions. Why is he leading us back to the rooms where we had hidden the spies we captured? A sense of unease settles in the pit of my stomach.Just what is Chris planning?"Chris, why are we going back here?" I ask, my voice laced with suspicion. I look around the deserted hallway, my heart beginning to pound, "What are you doing?"Chris glances over his shoulder, a bright glint in his eye. "This might be where we can get the information we need, Ande," he replies cryptically.My eyes widen at his words, and I can't help but feel a surge of hope. "What? You mean..."Without another word, Chris pushes open the door to the room where we had left the spies. As he steps inside, I see him emerge moments later, Zane's elbow firmly in his grasp.Zane looks bewildered, tugging at his arm and glaring at Chris. "What the hell are you doing, Chris?" he demands, his voice laced with disbelief.Chris ignores Zane's protests and continues to d
As I lie on my bunk, staring up at the dimly lit ceiling of our dorm, a sense of unease settles over me.Yesterday's events still weigh heavily on my mind, the weariness and fear of Zane betraying us lingering like a spectre in the shadows.A deep sigh escapes my lips as I shift my position, trying in vain to find a more comfortable spot. But the weight of our situation refuses to be ignored, pressing down on me like an invisible force.Suddenly, the silence is shattered by the familiar crackle of the intercom, and my body goes rigid with anticipation. "Attention, students!" the announcer's voice bellows, sending a shiver down my spine. "It is time for the Next Game. Report to the main hall immediately."I spring up from the bed, my heart pounding in my chest. The next Game! - what horrors await us this time? I can feel the familiar knot of anxiety tightening in the pit of my stomach as I hurry to go to the hall, my mind racing with a thousand unanswered questions.As I step out in
It's quiet that night.As the day winds down, we're each granted one final meal before the games begin. As we all head to the cafeteria, a sense of unease settles over me. The stakes are so high, and I can't shake the feeling that something could go wrong. Suddenly, Chris clears his throat, drawing my attention to him."Ande," he says, his voice casual. "I've been thinking, and I don't think I'm the right person to lead us. The responsibility is too great, and I don't want to risk making a mistake that could cost us everything."I feel a surge of dread in my chest. While I'm not too fond of this, the thought of someone else leading our team makes me uneasy."Then… who's going to lead?" I whisper."Zane should take on the team leader role," Chris replies. "He's one of the top-scoring players, and I believe he has the strategic mind we need to win this. This is a chance for him to prove himself."I shrug, my lips twisting into a frown, "if you are sure about this… It's your choice," I
We all nod, the weight of his words sinking in. Zane takes a deep breath and strides over to one of the chairs, sitting down with a determined expression.Across from him, a figure emerges from the shadows - Dale.The tension in the air is palpable as our opponents are revealed to be Dale's team, with Valarie as one of the players. I can feel my heart racing as I realise I may have to face off against my friend. "Well, well, if it isn't little Zane," Dale sneers, settling into the other chair. The two chess masters, Dale and Zane, are seated, each with a display screen that shows the players' positions on the board."I must say, I'm surprised to see you here. I thought you'd be too busy being a traitor to bother with a silly game like this."Zane's lips curl into a slight smile. "I'm full of surprises, Dale. And I intend to win this game, no matter what it takes."Zane directs us to the game board.The sheer scale of it strikes me. The playing field is massive, with towering structu
I follow Dale as he leads me away from the others, my mind racing with questions. What could he possibly want to talk to me about? We walk silently for a moment before Dale stops and turns to face me. He surveys me coolly, his gaze calculating. "You know, Andy, I'm impressed," he says finally. "You and your team put up a good fight out there." I resist the urge to react, instead keeping my gaze steady. "What are you saying, Dale?" I ask, already knowing the answer. "I sabotaged the game," he says bluntly, a twisted smile spreading across his face. "I had to make sure my team came out on top, you know. Nothing personal." I take a deep breath, trying to keep my cool. "I figured as much," I admit, my voice is calm and even. "But why, Dale? Why would you do something like that?" He shrugs, the casual gesture infuriating me. "This is a game of survival, Ande," he says, his voice low and serious. "And I'll do whatever it takes to come out on top." My hands clench into fists at my
In the meantime, I lie motionless on the bed, letting Ethan take care of me. Ethan kneels beside me, his brow furrowed as he gently checks my pulse."It's a little fast," he murmurs, his voice low and soothing. "You're dehydrated, that's all. Let me get you some water."I nod, smiling at him softly. Ethan hurries to the bathroom, returning with a glass of cool water. He helps me sit up slightly, guiding the glass to my lips. The refreshing liquid soothes my throat, and I gulp it down gratefully."There you go," Ethan says, reassuringly squeezing my shoulder. "Just take it easy, Okay?."I manage a faint smile, already feeling stronger. But my mind is still occupied, preoccupied with the events that led me here. Just then, the door to my room suddenly swings open, and my eyes snap towards the intruder. To my surprise, it's Zane striding in. "Zane?" I murmur, my voice barely above a whisper.Zane nods, his expression unreadable. "Oh, you're awake now," he says.Beside me, Ethan stiff
"We're not your enemies. We're students, too. We escaped the school just like you." I hesitated, my grip loosening. "Prove it," I demanded. "How do we know you're telling the truth?" At last they took off the mask from their faces, they looked nothing older than eighteen at most, but I wasn't going to be fooled, definitely not by their appearance especially. We pointed the guns at them, cold sweat dripped all over my face but that wasn't enough to make me tremble, at least I wouldn't allow myself to fall victim to such trickery. “No problem, no problem, I'll prove it, I'll show you that we mean no harm I swear,” the female of the group yelled. “Please, just back off with the gun a bit, that thing's dangerous and I doubt you even know how to hold them properly which makes it more dangerous.” Was she mocking us or what? I couldn't make due with it. I took a quick look at her and her colleagues behind us. They didn't seem to have any sort of weapon on them and they didn't retali
I could hardly believe my eyes at first, but that was the honest truth apparently, and just like that, we had finally escaped the school, but freedom felt like a distant memory as we trudged through the arid landscape. Where we would go from here, that was the next question. Amid the celebration and excitement from my classmates I looked around, something didn't feel right, not in the slightest, but what was it? Suddenly, it occurred to me to look ahead as if I surveyed the land. "Does anyone have a binocular?" I asked. "A binoculars? I think I got one while we were escaping, it was amongst the staff gadgets," someone said. At once it struck me. Why exactly would they need such in the first place? The more I puzzled about this uneasy feeling the more restless I felt. The girl handed over the device with a bothered look on her face. I grabbed hold of the device and peered through. Scanning- Scanning- The coast looked clear, crystal clear however, what was this cloud of dus
(Diego's POV)I dart through the shifting corridors of the maze, my heart pounding in my chest as I try not to lose sight of the others. The disorienting twists and turns of this twisted landscape make it difficult to keep my bearings.And I'm finding it harder and harder to keep on going.As I watch my classmates struggle to cross the swaying platforms, a seed of doubt begins to take root in my mind. Something about this whole scenario doesn't feel right. The way the walls shift and the floors move - it's almost as if it's an illusion, a trick of the mind.I take a step back, studying the maze around us more closely. The patterns on the walls seem to shimmer and distort, and the very air feels charged with an unnatural energy. Narrowing my eyes, I focus my senses, trying to pierce through the deception.Suddenly, a flicker of movement catches my eye, and I whirl around to see a shimmering figure in the distance. It's the teacher, I'm sure of it. A wild surge of anger rises within me
(Ande's POV)We wait patiently for Ethan in the game room, the few of us that are still free, trying to cross check if we have everything. It was almost….. peaceful.Alas, things were not meant to be, as the world around us suddenly shifts and distorts.I grip the railing as the building contorts before my eyes, the once familiar corridors and classrooms twisting and distorting like a kaleidoscope. The floors seem to shift beneath my feet, and I struggle to maintain my balance as the world around me turns upside down. "What's happening?" I shout, my voice laced with panic as I glance at my teammates. Ava clings to the wall, her eyes wide with terror, while Chris braces himself against a doorframe, his knuckles turning white.A sinister chuckle echoes through the disorienting space, and I feel a chill run down my spine. "Did you really think you could escape me so easily?" The teacher's voice, dripping with malice, surrounds us.I whirl around, searching for the source of the sound.
(Ande's POV)After washing out the blood from my clothes, I looked down with a heavy sigh of disbelief, I could not believe that this was what I had been reduced to. A monster, perhaps. "We have to go," Chris said to me, his hand upon my shoulder. Yes, there was somewhere we had to be and I refused to let anything come in the way of my freedom, not even myself. Chris and I rejoin the others. The students from the lab are gathered, their faces etched with a mixture of fear and anticipation. They couldn't possibly reject me and I knew that, I was one of them and they were just like me, we had the same substance or whatever it was that was put in me running through their veins, they couldn't possibly bail on me. "Ande," one of them says, her voice tinged with relief. "We've been trying to make sense of what happened back there."As I explain what I found in the lab and the chip I retrieved, their expressions shift from confusion to horror."So they were trying to turn us into desti
(Ande's POV)I shake my head, refusing to believe what they're telling me. "No, I can't have done this. There must be some mistake." I couldn't accept that in the slightest bit, how could everything turn out this way, we had come so far and yet this was supposed to be the result?No, it couldn't possibly be this way. "Ande, listen to us," Ethan says, his tone urgent however I looked away from him, the last thing I wanted on my plate was someone to interfere with how I felt but he was persistent an attribute that I had hated for quite a while now. "We all felt... different, after what happened in the lab. And now, with what's happened here... we can't risk staying any longer. For our own safety, and for yours."I want to protest, to demand answers, but the fear in their eyes gives me pause. I took a deep sigh, surely this wasn't the end of everything, I knew there had to be some sort of way but the opportunity seemed difficult to come by. "I understand but I'm sure there's a cure
(Ande's POV)Ethan's head snaps up, his eyes wide with fear. "No, please, Ande! I swear, I won't do anything like that again. I'm with you, all the way. You can trust me, I promise.," he said, while desperately leaning to us for trust. I hold his gaze, searching for any hint of doubt or deception. After a long moment, I nod slowly. "Alright, Ethan. I'm going to hold you to that promise. We can't afford any more risks, not when we're so close to freedom."Ethan nods, his shoulders slumping with relief. "I understand, Ande. I won't let you down, I swear it."Before I can say more, Jay suddenly interrupts us, his gaze strangely vacant as he clutches the sleeve of my shirt. "Ande," he says, "Ande…""Jay, what's wrong?" I ask, placing a hand on his shoulder. "You seem... different."Jay turns to me, his eyes clouded with an almost otherworldly intensity. "We need to go back to the school," he says, his voice barely above a whisper. "It's important, Ande. We have to leave go back now."I'
I'm in my office when a guard bursts into my office, breathless and wide-eyed. "Sir, there's an urgent joint summit being called. You're expected to attend immediately."I let out a frustrated sigh. These summits always mean more demands and red tape to deal with. "Can't they handle this without me for once?" I grumble.The guard shakes his head. "I'm afraid not, sir. They've specifically requested your presence."I groan in frustration, slamming the files shut. The benefactors - those stupidity wealthy elites who oversee the Games - are the bane of my existence. "Unbelievable. Can't they see I'm up to my neck in work here? We're still recovering from the disastrous events of the last Games."The guard shifts nervously. "I'm afraid they won't take no for an answer, sir. They said it's non-negotiable."I pinch the bridge of my nose, feeling a migraine coming on. "Fine, fine. Tell them I'll be there momentarily." As the guard scurries off, I mutter a string of curses under my breath.
There is a dismembered hand lying on the floor, partially obscured by the doorway. My stomach lurches at the gruesome sight, bile rising in my throat.The skin is pale, the fingers contorted, and there's still fresh blood pooling around it. I freeze, my eyes fixed on the grisly scene.Ethan and the others hadn't noticed it by the looks of things, their focus probably only on getting into the school undetected. But I can't tear my gaze away. Something about the hand catches my eye - it appears to be clutching a small electronic device, a tablet of some kind. Swallowing hard, I slowly approach the severed limb. I need to get a closer look. Crouching down, I carefully pry the fingers open and retrieve the tablet, wincing at the sticky, warm sensation of the blood on my skin. My heart is pounding as I examine the device, realizing it's emitting some kind of frequency. An idea struck. Quickly, I pull out my jammer and connect it to the tablet, grinning as I gain access to the video.