Assault Game!

Administrator #2

“These are the kind of people that should be here. I've got nothing on my skin. Why am I here? Why can't you let me go?”

I was clean. I didn't do anything that went overboard.

Dorian said we were voted to be here by thousands of people, maybe more...

What did I do to offend so many people?

You either go away with your life or chance it here in a 10/90 battle.

Honestly, this was tough for everyone. And they all looked back with fear... In the end, the mafia boss made an angry grunt but walked backward.

The three men, four if you add the glib-tongued bastard— still stood dauntlessly. They had surrounded Dorian in his four sides.

“Sai! How do you want to teach us four? we are very 'sharp' students, you see” The military man boasted with a smirk.

T-they weren't serious at all!!

“Please do not hold back” The lean boy spoke and made a curt bow. Somehow that looked fake to everyone.

“Ptui! What's the need to be courteous to this devil? Let's just peel off his skin and see if his intestines are green.”

The delinquent was really...

Just as he finished speaking, three of them lunged at our administrator.

The last man that made this all happen shirked away at the last moment. His betrayal rubbed me in the wrong way.

The main three weren't unfazed at this at all! It seems they knew he was going to shirk away at the last moment. This made me delirious about their choices.

They began fighting immediately.

The Army man was their tank, every punch carried enough power to break a bone. And his kicks picked up dust when it landed.

The delinquent was fighting maniacally, fist and kicks went out in all directions. He swung the rod he took straight at the head of Dorian, without care if the force he employed was enough to kill someone. His every blow was targetted at a certain vital point. The face, chest region, stomach, neck, cranium, pubic places.

Just a look and I was certain he was a true gangster, and he was aiming to kill!!!

The last boy, when compared to the other two greatly paled in both strength, tactics, and experience. He looked like a sort that was bullied in high school.

If there was one thing he was good at, it was dodging Dorian's blows.

That's right! I saw Dorian attacking and defending with vigor.

Every hit each of them landed made a loud thump. And they were covered in bruises after a minute.

In this minute, time chose to move fast. Everyone has already quieted and had their eyes fixed on the battleground— which, unfortunately, turned to be the pulpit Dorian was to stand on and address us.

Each of us was asking the same question, and our eyes pointed it out...

Why ain't he using his special ability?

Why does he not use the Black hole?

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I almost became deaf from the cries from the 20—something individuals in the hall. They all shouted about how perilous it sounded, how they can pay for their lives, with anything at all.

Some though were particularly quiet. The soldier, the boy, and several others. They just stood with an unfazed look at everything. Somehow it spooked even me. Why am I here? I asked for the umpteenth time.

“Why am I here? Tell me! What shitty page do I have on my plate?” This time I asked with a voice raised above every other.

Was I crying?

Tears streaked down to my chin. But my eyes bore to Dorian's eyes. “At least I need to know why I am here. What wrong did I commit?”

“....”

The people crying non—coherently did shut up then. 20 pairs of eyes turned towards Dorian, and back at me. I shudder unconsciously but I still didn't back down.

*Clap Clap*

“Alexia Violet Greenwood. Age, 23. Popstar with tens songs topping the Billboard chart, six of which got you grammy awards.

Net worth of approximately 280 million US dollars. You've sung tens of songs, toured around the globe, met high-ranked people, did things...”

Why is he putting it like this?

“— You lost your dad when you were ten in a hit and run mob attack. Your mum was harsh on you, this was the one way she could think of molding you to the best you can be—”

‘Stop’

“— She tried to be the perfect mother AND sponsor to you, even after she remarried. But it felt so wrong seeing her smile with another man, especially with the same look she used when she was with your dad—”

“Stop” I let out a weak mumble.

“So you left her. You went to the city, and you— what words can I use here— ‘made it big’. It was a dream come true when you finally earned your first dough... You felt all the sacrifices you did, all the dirt you had to put up with, the cards you had to expose, just to get you there... You felt it was worth it—”

“Enough!!”

My eyes went red. Not because I was crying, but because I felt a boiling fury growing inside of me, till I felt like I could burst.

“PHWEEWW... So Hollywood has another kind of ‘behind the scene’ drama too? I don't understand.” The damned delinquent whistled loudly. The soldier and the young boy guffawed without trying to save any face.

I wonder how quickly they began their friendship... Those fuckers!!

“Ehem, Ahem... Mrs. Violet's story— how do I put this— is mediocre if I want to give an honest rating.

And that's nothing that could bring you here if that's what you're wondering.”

“Then why am I here?”

“Well... Because people still hate you”

was shocked now. That's the f*****g reason?

“Is that the f*****g reason why I get picked, from the billions of people to play your ‘game’? Why don't you just kill me in my sleep? Or Stab me while on stage... Why go all this way, just for some anonymous call from a person with a black suit that calls himself or herself my rival??

This doesn't make any sense! I request you release me this instant! I-I'm not evil.

At least compared to them, I can be called a Saint. Let me go!”

I cry now. Any how one looks at this case, they'll see it reeks of injustice and facade.

If they say only people who've killed or r***d or kidnapped... Am not them!

I don't even have a criminal record. So why in the f**k am I here?

“Do you want to leave this place?” Dorian asks me.

“Yes, please...” I ignore the murmurings beside me and locked my eyes to Dorian's face pleadingly. I try to sacrifice my dignity so that I can have more chances out of here... So I try to flash a sexy smile.

“Unfortunately. You can only leave after you've completed the game. Follow commands, go out alive. Disobey... You die.”

“But am innocent!” My dismay leaks out. The delinquent chuckled and whispered something to the young boy, then he also laughed softly.

I make a silent promise to murder both of them when I get the chance.

Dorian turned to face everyone and gave them a pointed stare as he made sure his message is relayed to us all,

“Get off your high horses. This is a game built by people you'll never have the right to see in your entire life.

Rules are set. Anything and everything is acceptable as long as you stick to the rules. Good or bad doesn't matter. Being unfortunate and pleading for help won't get you mercy.

Remember, this isn't Heaven. There's no angel for you to lean on... Only masks,”

A woman beside me sickeningly swallowed her saliva. The sound was audible enough to be heard through the entire hall.

Another person's knees gave in and she collapsed on the hard cold floor.

A man fell on his knees and did the sign of the cross while his eyes held despair.

He recited a verse of the Bible, but his incoherent words suddenly became loud as he screamed,

“Doomed! We, the sons of men are all doomed! In a world with no god, who can we turn to”

Then his eyes rolled into his skull and he fainted.

Although he had fainted, the entire hall was silent as everyone tried to process these events, as his words etched on our minds.

The growling of the Meat eating monsters outside made of fear, that maybe, in every way, we've lost our support pillar.

Be it morality, laws, religion, finances... We've lost it all. We have, in this day, become slaves.