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Lockeroom's Pandemonium

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It could have been called the land of the waste. Perhaps, a place to throw senseless garbages of the world. But it was called the Lockeroom island—a place where the game of life and death is of equal to entertainment.

A man named Silver Cassano found out that he was to play a game he never heard ever since. Catered by the island, he was about to unfold different setups, different beasts, different places, a weird killing game, and . . . the reason why life can either be as beautiful as the blossom of the flower—or a waste, petty entity of the world.

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Chapter one: The Muse of the Vines
While in the pit of his tightly closed, numbed eyes, Silver Cassano instinctively held his head.  As he slowly rose from a very bad position of sleeping, he held his throbbing-in-pain head. Too much pain was surging on his temples, making him grunt and mutter unintentional curses. He let his eyes closed. He calmed his self to keep his head away from the excruciating pain he was feeling. He knew that it was his fault. Yesterday, he was fully wasted as he partied (and drugged himself) in a crowded, full of party-holic bar. He enjoyed the company of the girls who showed interest to him—those kisses, those caresses on his hidden gem, those intentional muttering of dirty words to provoke him for a hot session of s*x. He didn't know if he actually bought what one of those girls wanted, for he was totally wasted at the party. Now, he was regretting that he overdid it. His head was throbbing painfully. His body felt vegetative as he sat, back rested at an unknown surface, eyes are closed from the dizzying headache. When he finally had the strength to open his eyes, he did so to check the place he fell asleep to. He was expecting a hotel—or a beautiful room with a king-sized bed, a window on his left, and a table where breakfast lay hot and fresh. But he was disappointed. And more so . . . shocked. He scanned the place as confusion started to raise in his mind. ‘How the hell did I got here?’ He asked his self. He was sitting on a sand, as white as the color he once saw at ‘the top ten most beautiful beaches in the world’ magazine, a coconut tree his back was resting, and a wide, endless sea in his front. He tried recalling how he managed to be in this place. In this island. Yet, no matter how many times he tried, he failed. He cannot recall anything—nothing recurs in his mind. Perhaps the drug had made him to be in this kind of unfortunate event. Maybe he was too high that time, that he drove himself out of the bar, then went to this pleasant, serene beach. But, he realized he was not carrying his own car when he went partying. He let a taxi drove him towards a suggested place, just to drink and be hilarious. Now he was really skeptical about the reason why he was sleeping on a white-sanded beach. Maybe he was dragged here by a friend, or one of those girls who might have expressed her lust towards him, then take full advantage while he was out and unconscious. The sea wave crashed his ears. Birds flocked above the air, swirling together with the intensity of the wind, diving towards the sea, trying to hunt fish as their satisfying food for the dinner. He looked at his back. A confused expression was drawn at his face when he saw a kind of wall—ten meters away of him. It was not just an ordinary wall. He hurriedly walked towards it, for he discovered something. Something different, something unusual. His eyes were filled with amazement. But it was filled with confusion as well. He was amazed by its color—blue. It was just like the ocean, just like the sky when the clouds are not bothering the peace of heaven. He touched it. ‘s**t!’ He exclaimed, for something unexpected had happened. For the blue wall is not just a plain build of cement and blocks. It was more than that. It was a thing that he never expected to be. His hand had the urge to touch it again. But this time, he knew what to expect. When he laid his fingers at the flat surface, blue pixel-like lights ran away off of his fingers. It spread out from the place he had touched it, down to the wild space of the wall. Amidst the fact that he already knew what was to expect when touching it, still, he cannot stop but to feel mesmerized as he stare at it. It was not just a wall. It was a giant, highly advanced screen of a computer. He knew it. Those lights where holographic. He saw it once when her sister dragged him in a theater premiering a science fiction movie. He continued touching it, running his fingers towards the wall, looking like a child. Those blue holographic lights continued running away from where his fingers had excitingly laid. ‘This is cool,’ he thought. ‘but what is this place? I never heard nor see such cool thing as this.’ The wall was a hundred meters tall, almost impossible to see the top of it. Add with the fact that it was not just an ordinary wall—but an advanced screen—he started to be skeptical about it. He looked at the far left of the wall. He cannot see its end. He expected that it was just a short, the size of a billboard, screen-like wall, but it was not. He looked at the right part. Still, it was just the same as the left part. He started to walk towards the left direction. He decided to try looking its end part just to satisfy his curiosity. Now as he walk, he found another realization: he cannot see but no people at the beach. No people strolling in the white sand, nor swimming at the crystal blue ocean, or taking pictures at the highly-advanced wall. The place was isolated. He was alone. As he realized it, his heart started pounding. ‘Why are there no people here?’ He hurried his steps. It was unfortunate, however, for after a minute of walking, he found no end to the wall. No edge, no people. The wall seems to curve at one part, following a circular shape. He then concluded that it was just no ordinary resort or beach where people are fond of visiting for a stroll or a sunbath. There is something MORE in here. When he was tired, he let his self rest under the shade of an unfamiliar tree. He started to scan the place. ‘White sand, pure and clean. No garbages can be found. The trees were standing sturdily. Even its fruits were untouched. No other people aside me. No boats or ferries, no surfers or swimmers. It is too silent. Am I . . . at secluded this island?’ He thought. A secluded island. An island were most people are being trapped, unable to get a help? He laughed at the thought. For him, it was a silly conclusion. The highest probability of getting stuck in this island is when he rode a plane, and getting it involved in a misfortunate plane crash. He never rode a plane. At least he did once when he was a child, but never dreamed of repeating it again. With that, it was impossible for him to get trapped in this secluded island. It was insanely impossible. He let a sigh escape from his mouth. Maybe he was just too anxious for having such a silly conclusion. He stood up again, determined to find the end of this seemingly infinite wall. Maybe at the end part of it, he will see hundreds of tourists whose eyes are bulging while looking at the advancement of the structures. Then he stopped again, for he realized something. ‘What if this place is not a tourist spot? Maybe this was a secret military base of a powerful country, or maybe an alien's work; area 51? That will probably explain the huge and tall wall in my front.’ He hit his head. Hard. He was starting to think sillier conclusions than the ‘trapped-in-an-island' trope. How could he believe of those conspiracy theories? It was very out of his beliefs and his character. Still then, he cannot conclude what was the reason why is he here, at a very mysterious island. Then a loud boom of laugh started to pang his ears. Chills ran down through his spine as he heard a coarse, high-pitched laugh perfectly stinging his drums. He covered his ears to suppress the shattering noise, but to no avail, it still managed to hurt his eardrums. He scanned the place. He tried to look where the sound was coming from. When he found it, his jaw dropped, his eyes bulged from both shock and horror. Because there, on the screen-like wall, displays an image of a clown. A peculiar one. He was laughing hilariously, tongue stuck out of the air, left eyes are bulging in delight—or excitement. The right of his eyes were closed as one long scar is running down from his forehead, to the eye, down to his jaw. He had the usual clown’s outfit and make-up. What makes him really awful and frightening is his smile. For an ordinary clown, their smiles were just extended with fake lips drawn from a red matte lipstick. His, however, was real; the edge of his lips was extended not with red matte lipstick, but a cut from both parts until to the edge of his ears, revealing his black, decaying teeth. “Greetings,” the clown said. “Welcome to the annual festival of pandemonium. Dear guests, I present you the Lockeroom island.” ‘Lockeroom Island?’ Silver thought. “This year, we increased the thrill that this festival had been offering. We increased the number of players, the number of obstacles, new creatures,” the clown smiled, “and more bloodshed.” Silver’s teeth tingled. His jaw clenched, his heart raced in an utmost speed. He felt scared. Hearing the clown's words, along with its frightening voice, he can't help himself but feel THAT unwanted terror. “We have thirty players for this year. All of them, they were nothing but useless. They are big rats in the city who do nothing but waste their life and feed on grief and sadness.” As he spoke, black saliva are spitting out of his mouth. “We believe, dear guests, that they would make the best set of players we have gathered.” A low growl reverberated from his throat. “As you can see running on your screen, they were still confused on what is happening,” the clown said, clapping hilariously. “They were clueless while standing—or relaxing—with the comfort of the Lockeroom island. Not knowing they might die any minute from now.” Silver’s eyebrows met. His confused face started to question what the clown had said. Confused players standing at the white sand of an island. “Is he referring to me?” he whispered himself, thinking if he belongs to the thirty players that the clown had mentioned. “Players, if I were you, I would look at my left wrist. Now.” Silver, even if he hadn't confirmed about his being a player on whatever game that the clown is saying, hesitantly glanced at his wrist. And when he did, his knees weakened. He fell on the sand, shaking uncomfortably. A black, rectangular screen was embedded on his wrist, near where he can feel his pulse. Blinking on and off at the screen is a set of words and number that only he can see in a videogame: LEVEL 1 “What's this stupidity.” Sound of panic erupted in his voice. He started scratching the screen, thinking that it would be peeled off of him. But to no avail, he couldn't. It seemed that the screen was already part of his body. Of his skin. Of his life—even if he didn't care about it. “That screen, stupid players will indicate your success and your chance of surviving for this game. It would also help you big time while this show is running. Never lose it. Never chop off your hands.” The clown laughed. “NOW!” he screamed, “OFF TO THE NEXT LEVEL!” He then grabbed a red balloon from below, where the screen on the wall cannot be displayed anymore. He plucked out one of his teeth, then stabbed it towards the balloon. A loud BOOM! of the balloon made the whole island shook and tremble. An earthquake. “The rule, dear players, is to kill! A single kill means a step to the center wall! Good luck!” The image on the screen faded. Then he heard a small sound echoing at his back. He turned towards it, to check where it was coming from. There he saw a beautiful girl. She was half-naked, censoring only her breast and her genitalia. Her skin was green. Her hair waves as if a seaweed dancing at the lowest level of the sea. Her lips were soft in green color, and her body proudly stood with curves. Her eyes, however, were all black— As if those eyes were from a monster, or more than that. The girl stared at him for a long time. Then her lips jolted in a smile. It revealed that inside her mouth, it was filled with slithering serpents cramped and crawling all around her teeth. Silver felt horrified. His eyes widen in fear. Even though his feet were trembling, and his body is freezing in fear, he started to run away. He wanted to scream. But he can't open his mouth. Shock and terror had consumed him. He took a glance at the girl to check whether if she is far from him. But that was his mistake. “s**t!” The woman is still following her, only that instead of running, she was crawling—like a spider—and displaying her gross smile filled with worms and serpents. On her back, there grew vines, as if her back were a fertile soil. The only problem, the vines were moving—as if it has its own life. One vine whipped his legs, causing him to stumble and fell. The warm sand hit his face, few entered his eyes. It didn't caused him to stop from running, however. He immediately stood up, then ran towards anywhere he can go, long as he can escape from the chasing green woman. For the second time, he stumbled. It was not because of the vines, but because of something hidden in the sand. That caused him to be finally followed by the green woman. He stared at her with a feared expression pasted on his face. The woman smiled. She slowly crept towards where he is. He tried to stand, but his legs felt cooked noodles. He was afraid. He was trembling. He was scared to lose his life. Funny, the reason why he went to parties is not just to drink, to be drugged, or to enjoy any women he likes—he was there because he wanted to throw his life, to make his parents see him as a bastard who needs attention. All his life, he was craving for his parent's attention. But it was never given to him. Especially that specific night. That night . . . when he felt that the doom of his world had come. It forced him to throw out the good things he valued in his life. Until he could slowly die out of grief. Now that he can achieve it (not the slow death, for he surely can't have it because of this horrendous woman, but of the fact that he will just . . . die), he was regretting all of the things he had done. Everything flashed in his head. Every party, every drugs, every woman, every rebellious acts—why is he seeing it now as a horrible, regretting acts? He is wishing for a new life, a new start, a new beginning. The green woman jumped. In the midair, he can see how happy the woman now that she can feast for his body. For a moment, he started to give up his life. But a realization had snapped him. ‘No! I can't end my life here. Not in this stupid island!’ He clinged to a very low chance of surviving. His hand traced the thing that caused him to stumble in the sand. He felt its light weight, meaning that it is a something that he can use to escape the playing death sonata of vines. He pulled it, and when he realized that it was a long wooden thing, he used all of his strength to make it stand, hoping it could block the falling body of the monstrous woman. He was closing his eyes when he heard a low grunt. A sticky liquid fell on his face. When he opened his eyes, he saw the lifeless woman dangling at the top of the wood he relied his life to be saved. Her mouth is bubbling in blood, her body was pierced by the woods. He then realized that the wood is actually a spear. The sharp metal at the tip of it is releasing electric shock, making that horrible woman die out of electrocution. Sooner, the woman disintegrated. Like a hologram, her body slowly faded. As it finished fading, it left out a small light floating above the spear. Its size is similar to a pebble. He stood up, curious of what was the thing that is floating. He was still catching his breath, still afraid of the thought that he almost died. A beeping sound caused him to look at his wrist where the LCD screen was embedded in him. In an old game-like font, a text can be read; **** Detected item/s: ● 1 food bag ● 2 healing potion ● Muse of Vine's blessed whip **** A red ray of light from his screen beamed directly at the pebble-like item. It then revealed three icons he seemed unfamiliar to: a clothed pouch, a cylindrical image he always see in a science experiment show, and a vine similar to the ones that the woman had on her back. Sooner, he just realized it was already inside the screen. “Die!” He jumped out of shock when a voice appeared screaming not far from him. He saw a man. Finally, he saw one. That means he's not just the only one stuck in this island. But then that man is holding a peculiar item. Like a metal baseball bath, designed with spikes and thorns that will surely kill Silver if ever he was hit by it. The look of bloodlust was written in the man's face. He was running towards him, making him conclude that he is coming not for a help, but to kill him. ‘The game. If the game is real, and the only rule to be safe is to kill . . . is he going to kill me?’ The screen on his wrist beeped again. The picture of the vine was displayed on it. He was uncertain, yet he tried tapping the image. From the screen, a holographic image appeared floating at his front. The vine. He held it. Then, the hologram disappeared, leaving a weapon he can use to defend himself. “A whip?” he questioningly muttered. There were no more enough time for him to think. The man is dashing towards him. Holding the spike, he immediately swung it forward, hoping to hit Silver, hoping to kill him easily. Silver was quick, however. His long exposure in parkour with his friends made him moving quick and agile. He can easily dodge the slow attacks that the man has been throwing to him. Silver ran towards a tree. The man followed. When he is already near the tree, he jumped towards it. His feet laid flatly on the tree's barks. He walked through it with ease. For a split second, Silver looked like a man who can defy gravity, for he walked upwards. Then, he exerted force at his feet. He spun in the air as he s***h his whip towards the body of the man. When he landed on the ground, the man fell too. But the man’s body was now cut in half. His blood made the white sand turning red. The unexpected turn of the event made Silver to fall on the ground too, sitting, staring at the horrible image of the now dead man. Its eyes were widely looking at him, blood flowing out of his mouth. He looked at the whip he had used to s***h the man. It was filled with blood, and even tissues of meat from the man's body. He wanted to puke. It was a gross scenario. The screen on his wrist beeped again. Once, the text that can be read in it is LEVEL 1. Now, the number changed; LEVEL 2. He is now a second level player. He heard a hissing sound—like a car’s tire when the air had its way to escape. He looked at the giant wall where the sound are coming from. Slowly, a small portion of the screen is disintegrating, revealing a new path. A newer stage for the second level. He looked at the body of the man. ‘I can't leave him here.’ Then the beep from his screen sounded louder. The path on the screen was slowly closing. The screen is going back to its usual form. From his left, the sand moved, twisting, forming a body, then revealing a new green woman with vines whipping and moving at her back. “Dammit!” He blurted. The green woman he killed has reincarnated. This time, he knew she was more dangerous, more thirsty of bloodshed. Run or die, that is the only option he have. And he chose to run.

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