PHQ-Nickname:
LordAsriel
Halfquake:
Garbage Fort
Level:
17
Total kills:
378,946
Birthday:
May 20th 1991
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| Mood: | sadistic |
| Type: | Story |
| Added: | March 31st 2006, 00:18:48 |
| Visits: | 1423 |
| Series: | [ Victims' Tragedy ] |
| Rating: | Not rated yet. |
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Description:
The Scene Three of my play Victims' Tragedy.
Here you have the previous scenes:
Scene One
Scene Two
Enjoy it, or not. |
In yet the same dark room, some minutes of silent reflection are shared by the three victims. Slowly, the Voice starts speaking
Voice:- Well... as you will certainly use some time to make up your minds, I will now proceed to explain the details of my proposal.
The three victims assent without breaking their inner nor extern silence.
Voice:- Right... ahem, your main task will be to monitorate the institute from the inside, checking the traps' functioning, the amount of incoming victims, the progress of special or chosen ones, the current amount of creatures, etc.. This way you will soon have an idea of the entire process -the Voice gets a monotonal tone as it describes the obligations from the contract it's offering-. Then you will assist at meetings with the main conselours of this institute, and, after some time has passed, probably with the Administrator in person.
When this title is pronounced, all three victims react closing their fists and biting their lips, but they make no other movement nor sound.
Voice:- Of course, at the beginning you will be closely watched, but after some months... you will still be watched, but you will have much more... autonomy.
Victim#1, the older one and evidently the one who has spent more time down there, rises from the floor with his voice impregnated with skepticism.
Victim#1:- What do you mean by autonomy? Will be able to return to the outside world?
Voice:- Well, hehehe, you are such a victim, hehehehe -Victim#1's fists turn a palid white[i]-. No, you won't be able to return to the outside world. By autonomy I mean some little pleasures, such as the feel of the sun and the wind, only if you prove trustworthy... hehehehe.
Victim#2:- Which means working for you people for a lifetime without any freedom nor safety.
Voice:- Well... you can put it that way. However, think that your freedom will be restricted only to the physical limits of this institute and the mental limits of what is left of your soul, and your safety is as garanteed here as anywhere else, or even more, if you don't try anything stupid...
[i]This shadow of a threat does not inmune at all at the three victims. Victim#2 starts pacing up and down the emptiness. Her loud steps go away without echoes. Suddenly, she stops and sits down.
Victim#2:- I certainly need some time to think it better.
Victim#1:- Right.
Victim#3:- Indeed. Some more time... why not eternity, I wonder?
Voice:- Because, victims, patience is a gift, but a really rare one.
As the Voice ends this words, three dards are shot from the darkness to the victims' necks. The three fall to the floor and start losing their consciences. The last thing they see are two pairs of white shoes walking silently around them. |
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