The ''Accident.''
"How does it feel? I mean, well, sorry if that sounds a bit weird, but I just thought I'd ask," a girl asks.
"I do not really know. I do not really feel anything. I certainly did not feel bad if that is what you are asking," another girl responds. The first girl shuffles a bit closer to the second. She laughed.
"I am not surprised. Do you feel like you succeeded in avenging her?"
"No."
"I'm sorry, I really am. I can see how this has been affecting you, but I fear what you did was not the best way to go about it. It was, indeed, illegal. Highly illegal. I do not plan to tell the police anytime soon, though, so don't worry," the first girl says, twiddling her thumbs around. The other girl didn't seem worried. There wasn't an ounce of penitence in her demeanour.
"I know you would not do that."
"Very well then, glad to know we still have some level of trust in this relationship," she giggled.
The other girl smiled uncertainly, "Is that a dig at me?" The first girl nodded. She was wearing an elegant, long-sleeved white dress, a pair of white heels, some lacy white socks, and white fishnet tights. She also wore a simple white headband and a pearl necklace. Her hair was a dark black colour, which contrasted the bright purple of her beautiful eyes, adorned with a pearly white bow. It was put up in a half-up, half-down style that cascaded down to her hips. The other girl had similar hair- still black, and going down to her hip also, some of which was put up into a little braid. It was also put up, half in a high ponytail, and the rest left flowing like a dark waterfall. However, the front of her hair was a pretty shade of purple, clashing against her deep, brooding red eyes. This girl was wearing a white, long-sleeved shirt with ruffles at the bottom, and a pair of blue denim jeans with a large rip across her left knee and a black belt and was just a couple inches shorter than the other girl. She also wore a pair of black boots. In her hair, there was a white flower hairpin.
"So, what exactly did happen to everyone while you were there? They all... died... didn't they? I'm so glad you escaped. Oh, and the fire. You set the house on fire, didn't you?" the girl in the white dress asked. The other girl seemed hesitant to answer.
"As far as I'm aware, it didn't do much damage to the bodies or the house. Besides, they had collected most of the evidence anyway. I did see two police driving away whilst I was walking to the house," she responded, avoiding the girl's first question.
"You didn't answer my question, darling," acknowledged the girl with the white dress.
"Sorry. I-I think you can work it out for yourself. You have seen my hand," continued the second girl, "I thought I ran over the plan with you, and why I am doing it again. But this time, you're here with me. And I will not let any harm come to you as it did me."
The girl dressed in white smiled warmly.
"You killed them."
She would nod.
"Yeah."
"As I expected."
"Sorry."
"Don't be."
"Why not?"
"What if they were to blame?"
"I do not think any of them were. That is why I am doing it again. With fourteen others, including you."
"Will they not recognise me?"
"Nobody knew me, so..."
"Yes, but..."
"But what?"
"Let's not do this right now."
"Do what?"
"You know what!" The girl in the white dress yelled.
"Sorry," the other girl spoke. She walked up to the white dress girl and hugged her closely, tearing up slightly.
"Hey, wait, no! It's okay, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to snap at you, you know that! Or at least, I hope you would," she returned the hug at once.
"I know, don't worry," releasing the hug and smiling, a single tear rolling away from the corner of her eye. She groaned, "I've been thinking. Maybe this isn't a promising idea. I mean, I really don't want to see you get hurt! W-we could always find another way! What if we are unsuccessful in avenging her this time as well?" Confused by her sudden backtracking, the girl in white shook her head.
"I'll be fiiiine. I'm strong, you know that! Plus, everyone's already here. There's not much we can do now."
"That is true. Oh, well, I guess we must do this." the other girl said softly. She then scanned her surroundings an picked up a stray knife on the floor.
"Is that the same one?" Girl-in-White asked curiously. The other girl shrugged.
"I'm not sure. I think I used more than one knife. I can't remember, but this is one of them. I think," she replied, looking intently at the sharp blade.
"Sources tell me that you licked blood off that knife, if it is truly the one you used last time," laughed the girl in the white outfit.
"Who are these 'sources'?"
"You."
"I told you that?"
"Yeah."
"I wasn't lying."
"I can imagine. Bet you thought you looked real cool doing it."
"I can't remember how I felt."
"Knowing you, you probably didn't."
"Didn't what?"
"Feel anything."
"I felt emotions, obviously. Like, anger, for example, when that stupid, gigantic bitch admitted to killing her girlfriend and subsequently got herself voted out. Oh, and every time that short, blonde girl opened her mouth. She was so obnoxious. Did I ever tell you I was her friend as a child? And she just completely forgot about me! Like everyone else there! Oh, oh my gosh! Do you know that one police officer? The one with the brown hair? That always hangs around with the really tall woman and averagely tall man?"
"Mr. Syukur?"
"Yeah, him! His sister was there. And his partner. Both! Imagine the look on his face when he walked in there for the first time and saw his decapitated sister and his partner pinned to the wall with an array of knives. Honestly, I feel bad for him. He's one of the ones I'm inviting, though. To here. To this."
Both girls investigated a separate room, one slightly bigger, with a few random control panels for who-knows-what. On the floor lay thirteen people. There was one with black and blonde hair, one with a white bandana, one with a black and purple striped shirt, and so on. All of them were alive, but none were conscious.
"We should start moving them around," decided the girl with purple bangs. The two girls both walked over to the nearest two on the floor and each picked up one of their ankles. The girl in the white dress was dragging a short girl with brown hair and a red fluffy two-piece. The other girl was dragging an extremely tall man with a green floral shirt and blue jeans.
"Fuck... I can't move him. He's too heavy."
"No, you're just too weak," replied the girl, "Both physically and emotionally. That's why you got attached to that boy from that house. And why he managed to put a knife through your hand while you tried to stab him to death."
"Are you kidding me? For the last time, I did not like him! In fact, he was the one I despised the most out of everyone there. Stop implying that I would cheat on someone, because, trust me, I would never," she replied, placing a hand on her hip, "Plus, he was one-hundred-percent gay. He had a boyfriend, remember? He died not long ago."
The girl had gone out of earshot. She was busy re-arranging the sleeping bodies.
"Huh? Sorry, babe, I didn't hear you!" she yelled through to the purple and black-haired girl, who still had a firm grasp on that knife.
After around ten minutes, everyone had been moved to a different part of the building. It only had two floors, one of which was just a ridiculously small, open-ceiling basement, and was not an exceptionally large space overall. Either way, a lot of the rooms were locked.
"I had an idea. Do you want to switch clothes?" asked the girl in the dress.
"Why?" queried the other one.
"I know our faces look nothing alike, but if your theory of nobody remembering us is true, then, nobody will care. Plus, there are three police officers here. And I'd like to think that I'm a little more... rational than you. I'm a better speaker, y'know? I don't mean that in a rude way, I'm sorry," she told her. To her surprise, the girl agreed.
"No, no, I agree with you. We can if you want. I mean, usually I don't wear dresses, so..."
"That's the point. You know that I've been in a few modelling things since I moved here, so someone's bound to at least recognise my clothes."
"But not your face?"
"Let's hope not."
The girl, still dressed in jeans and a white shirt, slowly picked up the knife again. "I'm a little scared..."
"Please, don't be! I'm gonna be with you the whole time, okay? These stupid, ignorant bitches are going to die. And you're going to be there with me. I won't let you die," the other girl spoke kindly, "We're going to avenge her."
"That's not the only reason I'm doing this."
"It's not?" she pondered, confused. The other girl shook her head, taking closer steps towards the girl in the dress, who was leaning against the wall. "I thought we were supposed to be doing this for her."
"She's dead."
"No, no, no! She's not dead, the police are still looking for her, 'kay?"
"SHE'S FUCKING DEAD!"
"NO! Calm down, please! How do you know she's dead?!"
"Think, darling, think. Please. What is the only way I could know for certain that she's dead..."
"You saw her body?" asked the cowering girl. The girl in jeans shook her head, causing the other to go wide-eyed. "You..."
"You killed her."
Both girls were now weeping.
"I didn't mean to! I didn't want to, I swear! She- It's not my fault! Please, look at me! You don't- you cannot know what it's like for me! Everyone loves you! It's always been Liling, Nozomi, and their annoying tag-along friend, Minji!"
"That's not a fucking reason to kill someone!" yelled the girl, soon sobbing uncontrollably, "She was our best friend! Since high school! She's the one who got us together! And you- you kill her! W-would... would you kill me?"
The girl in the jeans put her arm against the wall, trapping the other girl.
"Of course not...! I could never harm you, please, trust me! I didn't mean to! It was an accident! You really think I'd kill my best friend on purpose?"
"I don't know anything about you anymore."
"Please, L-"
"You killed our best friend and then acted like you were avenging her just so you could kill even more people!" screamed the girl in the white dress.
"Shut up..."
"And then after you survive that, you plan to do it again, but, oh, this time, you bring your wonderful girlfriend along! How fucking great is that?"
"Shut up!"
"And to make matters worse, you then tell me that, oops, you are the one who killed our best friend!"
"SHUT UP!" with a guttural screech, the other girl punched the girl against the wall, right in the stomach-
with the knife still in her hand.
"Ugh... gh... wh-wha-? Hh... huh?" the girl's eyes became wide. She clutched the knife that was protruding from her stomach as the pain coursed through her body, keeping her in a still shock. The other girl was in the same shock, covering her mouth with her hands and her eyes large and glassy. She couldn't speak; she couldn't think; she couldn't do anything. She didn't know what to do.
"I'm so sorry..." she whispered, her own words choking themselves. She erupted into soft wails and sobs as the stabbed girl would do too. Unlike her killer, this girl would form a small smile, full of the warmth of a hundred fires. She slowly slid down to the floor, still against the wall, not fighting it. The other girl sank to her level, still in surprise and immense guilt.
"You're going to be okay; I promise... Please... please don't go... don't die... please... I can't live... without you... please... stay with me... Liling... I love you so much... please, please, please don't die..."
The girl on the floor stuck out a trembling, shaky hand and placed it on the girl opposite her's cheek.
"Minji... I love you."
And her breath
stopped.
Her eyes closed: beautiful, purple, glassy orbs, shut away. Forever.
"No, no, no, no, NO! PLEASE! STAY WITH ME! I AM SO SORRY! PLEASE! PLEASE DON'T GO! I-I-" the girl looked down at her hands. They had some of the corpse's blood on. A sick, twisted, sad smile crept onto her lips. She began to laugh emptily.
"Haha... ha... hah... hahaha... What have I- hah- done? Haha... hahaha..."
Her breath was heavy and quick; her entire body was shaking with fear as a flood of regret rushed over her. She dragged the corpse from against the wall and cradled it in her arms, crying unmanageably onto her pale, soulless cheeks.
After around twenty minutes of mourning her loss and contemplating what to do, she started to do the only thing of which she could think. Start the game either way. The surviving girl dragged her partner's corpse over to the first room on the right in a corridor. It had a large metal door for which she had managed to find a key. Before moving the body any more, she changed out of her clothes and into the blood covered dress the corpse was wearing, swapping their clothes. She knew she could get rid of some of the blood before everyone woke up, even if it left somewhat of a light pink stain. The girl tore her old shirt with the knife and dressed the corpse like a mannequin with her previous outfit. She positioned the body sat upright against the wall, tears still slowly streaming down her face. After leaving the room, she locked the door and kept the key in her pocket. The used weapon lay beside the body, drenched in blood that shimmered and sparkled in the harsh, bright white light.
She walked away. She was going to start this game regardless. Everyone had a random book in their pocket, a notepad, and a pen. Including her. And so, she laid down on the floor next to a girl with black and blonde hair, a red crop top, and blue ripped jeans.
It took her a while to get her guilty mind off the crime she had committed, but eventually she managed to fall asleep on the cold, hard metal floors.