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The Elite Game Chapter 93. Knife Out.
I don't need to be told twice. Adrenaline surging, I bolt through the darkness, weaving through the corridors; my heart was beating faster than a dog's; I could count the few seconds to the end of me. I had to stay alive even when I was out of breath and wanted to give up; I couldn't, I had to keep running. Despite my words of encouragement to myself I had to face my unfortunate reality, they were faster, their footsteps gaining on me. I can hear their jeers and taunts, spurred on by the thrill of a hunt, it's a matter of seconds before I meet my end. "Dammit!" I yelled as I picked up the pace. Suddenly, a figure looms out of the shadows, blocking my path. I skid to a halt, my breath catching in my throat. It's one of my classmates, a boy with green eyes and a shaped, twisted grin as he advances, a utensil knife glinting in his hand."End of the line, Ande," he sneers wickedly. "Time to die." This was it.I backpedal frantically, my heart pounding in my ears, as I scanned for an e
The Elite Game Chapter 94. The Watcher.
I observe the unfolding scene through the CCTV cameras, my eyes glinting with a sinister curiosity. The flickering images reveal a decrepit hallway, its blood-stained walls and dusty tiles bearing witness to years of neglect. On one of the screens, I see Ethan, a trembling figure standing outside a room. His haunted eyes dart around nervously as if searching for an escape from the feelings that consume him. "How pathetic," I chuckle. The events have taken a psychological toll on the boy. His cousin's demise must be weighing on him more than he thought. He jumps at even the slightest noises, constantly looking over his shoulder in fear. Ethan seems to shiver in the decrepit hallway, his hands clamping tightly over his ears as he mutters apologies under his breath. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I never meant for this to happen. Please, I didn't want to cause any trouble!" Ethan whispers, his voice trembling. His shoulders shake, a few tears escaping his shut eyes. The guilt in
The Elite Game Chapter 95. Operating Sting.
Ande, leaning against the wall, doing his best to ignore Ethan's body lying on the floor, suddenly jerks upright.Pawing at his pockets, he frowns and pulls out the blue communicator he had found in that dead girl. He narrows his eyes at the device.Since that day, he's always carried it on his person no matter where he was going, and today wasn't any different.The device buzzes again, static crackling, and he pauses his brow furrowing. The blinking starts."I have a special message for you, Ande," a voice suddenly echoes through the hallway, and I can see the realisation dawn on his face."Principal," he breathes, his grip tightening on the device."Ah, Ande, my dear boy," I purr, my voice resonating through the speakers. "I must admit, I'm impressed. I didn't think you had it in you to survive this long. I must congratulate you on your remarkable display of resilience. Unfortunately, I underestimated your will to survive."Ande's jaw tightens, and he glares defiantly at the blin
The Elite Game Chapter 96. The Gift.
I tighten my grip on my phone, gazing across the room at the influential individuals gathered there. They regard me with curiosity and concern, sensing the shift in my demeanour."What is it?" one asks, his brow furrowed.I let out a heavy sigh, pinching the bridge of my nose as I collected my thoughts. "We have a... complication," I say, measured and deliberate. "It seems our plans have been compromised. We'll need to accelerate the timeline and initiate Operation Sting."The room erupts into a flurry of activity, the others exchanging worried glances and muttering to one another in hushed tones. I raise a hand, silencing them with a pointed look."There's no need for alarm," I say, my lips curving into a humourless smile. "We've been anticipating this eventuality. We'll need to move a bit more quickly than anticipated."The others nod, their expressions grim but resolute. They know the stakes as well as I do. Failure is not an option.I return to the CCTV feed, gaze locked on And
The Elite Game Chapter 97. New Rules.
Just then, I hear the sound of clapping.Whipping my head back, I glare at the rapidly approaching figure of Mr. Blackwood. The new teacher strolls up to me, clapping enthusiastically, a manic glint in his eyes, "Bravo, Ande!" He smiles in an exaggerated display of approval."You've done so well to survive!" he exclaims. "So, what will you do now?"Without hesitation, I grab Everett by the arm and wrench it, dislocating it with a sickening crack. She howls in pain, her minions recoiling in terror. "Now, we're even," I say, glaring at the man. "You've wasted enough of my time."The man's eyes widen in surprise, but he quickly regains his composure. "Impressive, Ande. I can see why the principal has taken such an interest in you."I scoff, crossing my arms over my chest. "I'm not interested in your games or the principal's 'rewards.' Just my freedom."Levering him with a sneer, I place my hand against my pocket, where my knife sits in my pants, "Now," I drawl, "if you'll excuse us?"
The Elite Game Chapter 98. The Sponsors.
With the collar safely in Miguel's hands, I turn my attention to the captives. I head over, my mind settled on what to do with the little traitors. Everett and her minions are still huddled in the room where I left them, their voices reduced to whimpers and fearful murmurs. I stride into the room, my expression impassive. "The rest of you," I say, addressing my classmates who are present, "are going to be moving these five to a different location. They'll be locked up, but they'll be safe – for now." The bound and bruised students exchange nervous glances, their faces etched with panic, a thrilling scene it was for me. I can't believe I decided to be under these people for ages. "They'll be taken to a private room and locked up," I continue instructing the students. They quickly spring into action, ignoring the protests and pleas of the captured individuals. Everett, her shoulder still dislocated, glares at me defiantly. "You can't do this, Ande," she spits. "The prin
The Elite Game Chapter 99. A New Regime.
As I close my eyes in despair, Mr. Blackwood speaks again, drawing my attention. "Ah, one more thing, students," he says, his voice saccharine-sweet. "I wanted to reiterate that your regular classes will resume as normal. Your teachers will return shortly, so I expect you to be on your best behaviour."The students around me erupt into nervous whispers, their faces etched with apprehension. I can practically feel the tension in the air as they wonder what the return of the teachers will mean for them.Mr. Blackwood, however, seems unfazed by their unease. He flashes us all a painfully fake smile, his eyes glinting with something akin to amusement. "Now, now, don't look so worried," he says, his tone dripping with false concern. "I'm sure your teachers are just as eager to see you all as you are to see them."I can't help but let out a bitter snort at his words. The school does seem to have it out for me. Why did they have to add the fucking teachers to the equation?!As if I don't
The Elite Game Chapter 100. Unsettling Lesson.
The previous day's events weigh heavily on my mind as I make my way to my first class. Try as I might, I can't stop thinking about the strange episode I experienced - the vivid dream, the haunting voice, the agonising sound that had sent me reeling. What is happening to me? As I enter the unfamiliar classroom, I am distracted, constantly drifting back to everything. I barely register the teacher's arrival, my gaze fixed on the desk's surface as I try to make sense of history. The teacher, a middle-aged man with a perpetually anxious expression, clears his throat and begins to speak. But his voice is shaky, and I can't help but notice how his eyes dart around the room as if expecting something to jump out at him. I snort bitterly. Zane's violent outburst against a teacher has left an impact, and the poor man seems too afraid even to begin the lesson. "Um, class," the teacher stammers, his fingers shaking nervously. "Today, we'll be discussing... the relationship between th
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Chapter 138. Escaped Helpers.
"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
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Chapter 139. Defiance.
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
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Chapter 138. Break The Illusion.
(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
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Chapter 137. Space Manipulation.
(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.
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Chapter 136. Divide Map.
(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
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Chapter 136. Hybrid Solutions..
(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
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Chapter 134. Project H.
(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'
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Chapter 133. A New Plan..
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.
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Chapter 132. Cracker the Code.
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.
