One Room Death Game

[Dr Adjective]

From her vantage point, it was hard to make out precisely what the faceless ghouls were armed with. But Charlotte recognised a long gun when she saw one. On the far side of the room, least protected by the chokepoint created by the narrow doorway, she and Kevin were sitting ducks if Skinny Goon decided they had an itchy trigger finger.

Charlotte looked to Eugene and Vasya for instruction. Her breath started coming shallow. Giving her token to Diana had felt real enough, but looking right at armed goons? Now it was really fucking real.

But Eugene seemed to want her to stay put.

They were technically only here for Jimmy, right?

She looked back to Kevin. Breath came faster, shallower. Faster. Shallower.

Pupils dilating, skin clammy, cold, pale.

She didn’t know what to say. But her eyes said fear.

[MurderWeasel]

"You're really set on this, aren't you?" The Director's voice said.

She sighed, loud and long.

"Well, fine. Let's do it."

The two bulkier figures in the corridor pulled themselves up, as if getting ready to move.

Then, without any warning, all the lights in the room cut off, plunging it into pitch blackness.

From the corridor came the sound of running feet.

[ItzToxie]

Oh! This was different! The lights went out and Vasya’s heart skipped a beat. Of course him and Eugene were at the forefront of this shit. No more time for planning, no more time for communication. Now it was balls to the walls.

Fuck it.

Vasya waited until the steps got to that right point. He knew how to take at least one of the bastards out of the fight.

He ducked down low against the corner, and when the steps reached the portal, he turned the corner and struck out. He silently stabbed into the dark, resisting the urge to taunt, committing to his act. His other arm primed to protect his head.


He wasn’t going for face, or chest. Too high, could be ducked. Too low, and they could jump over him.

Belly, thighs, their little pricks, didn’t matter. He’d sink that blade into something soft and fleshy and drag it up and down.

If he could take one out, that’d be one less cattle prod, one less body.

More so it’d cause panic in the other one, knowing their buddy was going to die. Whoever Vasya hit, he was going to kill, and he was going to make them scream.

[Fiori]

Oh... Fuckballs.

Well, that's one way to turn their control of the arena to their advantage. Machine guns, sedatives, secret bunkers, radio controlled doors and now fucking night-vision goggles... Who the fuck were these people, and who the hell was funding them?

With no time to consider that question further, Eugene was quick to act, reaching out to feel out Vasya's location before moving in beside him to try and block the doorway. As long as they kept them in that corridor, stopped them from entering the room, they still had a shot at this. Otherwise they were all as good as dead.

He raised his chair up above Vasya's head, jabbing it out to try and block anyone who tried to barge past them. At this stage he was just a body filling in a gap, relying mostly on Vasya's knife to do the bulk of the work. Fortunately, they still had a numbers advantage, one they needed to utilise quickly.

"SOMEONE GIVE US SOME LIGHT, NOW!" he calls out, knowing that most folk still had their phones on hand. They might not have any signal down here, but you didn't need an internet connection to shine a torch.

"DON'T LET 'EM THROUGH, NO MATTER WHAT!" he quickly added, bracing for the moment those bodies collided into him, along with the agonizing jabs of those cattle rods that were sure to come...

[NoLife42069]

Kevin saw Lotte's eyes. He was deeply intimate with the feeling so much so he could identify it at a glance.

"Calm down or you're certain to die. I can't have yo-" The Director's voice rang out.

Now it really begins.

Kevin never got a chance to finish his sentence, because as soon as he was bathed in darkness he quickly set his weapon down and reached into his jacket.

He always kept a flashlight on hand. Kevin pulled it out and flipped it on.

He remained in the darkness.

"GOD FUCKING DAMN IT, VASYA!!"

He didn't have a reason to check until now, but his flashlight broke when he was jumped. Kevin was more than just pissed but he put it to the side to focus. Kevin instead went for his severely cracked phone.

[Deblod100]

They cut the lights, those sneaky bastards.

Gerald couldn't get his hands on his phone. He had to have two hands on the folding chair to swing it.

He can hear the crazy guy and businessman yelling. Crazy guy was yelling out someone's name. Might have been that Russian. The businessman was demanding for light and to not let them in.

Gerald didn't know how to approach this. His best bet as of now was to hold this ground. If someone was coming towards him, he wouldn't hesitate to swing.

[Dr Adjective]

Kevin decided it was a good idea to invoke death directly by name, which did nothing to help Charlotte's mounting panic. Then he was interrupted by the lights going out, which made things even worse.

Charlotte's breathing came shallower and shallower as Eugene called out for light, as Kevin's option rapidly proved useless, as he pointed the blame back at Vasya. Clammy fingers fumbled in her inside pocket; wallet, gum, some receipt she'd kept for some reason - wrong pocket. How could she forget which side she kept her phone on? By panicking. Realising that she was panicking, of course, only hastened the process.

"Trying! Trying!"

Other pocket. Her phone was the only thing in it. Much better. She pulled it out, narrowly avoiding throwing it across the room in her hasty handling, and activated the flashlight, pointing it directly across towards the other door. Maybe she'd get lucky and dazzle one of the goons. Maybe she'd get unlucky and dazzle one of the boys. But they asked, so... they got.

[NoLife42069]

illuminated by the light, a broken flashlight could be seen flying across the room. "BASTARD!" It took more willpower than his fellow revolutionaries would be comfortable with for him to not chuck the flashlight directly at Vasya's head. Instead, it went careening into the incoming goons. He wasn't confident in his aim when he was enraged but he was hoping for a headshot.

Especially since it was the bastard's fault it was broken.

Next came his own phone, it took him several valuable seconds to get his light option on. All the while cursing and mumbling about, "This is why I keep an actual light!" or "Don't even know if my spare still works!"

Once it was on Kevin called out to the closest person and slid his phone across the floor to them. "OI, Riffraft! Make yourself useful and hold a light!! Keep it on them until we call for it!"

Now that his hands were empty, Kevin desperately searched for his spare flashlight. Smaller and weaker? Of course but he had to make do. Of course not before pulling his own knife out. "For fucks sake!"

[Spindarene]

When the doors opened, Jimmy could see figures all dressed in black. They seemed to be holding something, but Jimmy couldn’t quite see what it was.

When that purple-haired bitch told him to come quietly, he angrily spit on the floor in defiance. That little bitch could come suck his dick.

Then, without warning, they cut the lights and everything went pitch black. Jimmy couldn’t see them, but he could hear running.

Jimmy felt a flicker of fear inside his chest. He shouldn’t be scared, he’d been in fights before, but this wasn’t exactly a bar brawl with some drunk asshole who got mad because you talked to his girlfriend. These people seemed…sleek. Like they knew what they were doing.

Still, no way Jimmy was just going to pussy out. Fuck that. He was a big man, hell he’d bounced little goth kids from the club before, kids that looked just like these fuckers. He could take ‘em.

“Hey!” he shouted near the direction where they’d come from. “Hey, you fucking pussies! You scared to do it with the lights on or somethin’? Come on and man up already!”

[MurderWeasel]

The first moments of darkness were chaotic. The rush of motion and force slammed into the defenders at the door, but failed to break through immediately. The chair and the knife struck back, and the first of the masked figures crashed into them.

It became quickly clear that something was unusual. There was a huff, an exhalation of air as the blows struck hard, but the cloth held up against the blade; the attack seemed to slow the oncoming figure, but failed to cause a deep wound. What looked like a simple outfit was clearly some form of protective clothing.

At the same time that the lights came on, the two bulkier figures corralled at the opening began to swing their cudgels. The hum remained strong, but there was something odd about them; any chance contact failed to produce the expected shock, and the figures weren't going for quick hits but instead employing a more methodical approach, prodding and poking, seeking to make sustained contact with the heads of the devices. The third, armed with the rifle, held fire, with no clear corridor.

Suddenly, there was a banging noise down the hall behind where Kevin and Charlotte waited, the sound of something impacting the outer set of doors.

The entire conflict was illuminated by the scant light of the phones, flickering with shadow and the glint of metal. Then the sound of the voices calling out was obscured as the alarm began to ring again, loud and piercing, drowning out attempts to issue directions and instructions.

[NoLife42069]

Shit.

He almost wanted to laugh, but that wasn't an option. Kevin made a move to aid the fuckers struggling up front but stopped once he heard the noise behind him.

"Fucks sake! Lotte looks alive!" a small cheap flashlight came on giving a little light. "Don't let them-!" Kevin was cut off as the alarm blared. It disorientated him for a second before his nails dug into his skin to ground him.

The flashlight went into his mouth as he grabbed the toilet tank lid and readied himself for a rough fight.

'Should have just stuck with my fight to the death.'

[ItzToxie]

What?

Oh.



"TY CHE, BLYAD?! THEY HAVE STAB VESTS!" It was more than stab vests; it was their whole suit, But Vasya forgot the words. All of a sudden, this got a lot harder, and a lot less fun.

With the alarm blaring behind him, he backpedaled, struggling to yell louder than noise, not like anyone would have understood him.

"VERNIS! VERNIS! ETO PIZDETS!" He swung with his knife, trying to stay out of reach of the batons. He knew if he went down, nobody would be there to drag him out. They weren't going to hold the line here, not unless they could swarm them. Right now, it was two on three, and the second there was an opening, that third would make it three on one.

He glanced at Eugene. The ninjas would focus Vasya, Eugene wasn't that much of a threat. He knew if he went down, Eugene wasn't gonna drag him out, even if he wanted to. They needed reinforcements, standing here was suicide. The longer they tried to pull this gandalf shit, the easier it was for the shooter to take one out, and that would just trivialize the other one fighting the two shithouses with batons.

He grabbed Eugene, and pulled him back, they were going to leave the corridor.

"YOU WILL DIE HERE! MOVE!"

[Fiori]

Flashing lights, chaotic shouting, blaring sirens and ineffectual stabbings.

It was just like one of his CEO's cocaine parties.

Eugene put all his weight into trying to push the handymen back, convinced that keeping them within that corridor was paramount to their success. He shouted for help, trying to corral others to join them, but it was all but impossible with all that goddamn noise.

He turned his head slightly, opening his mouth to yell something as Vasya, only for one of those prongs to strike him in the shoulder. The sensation was... Weird, not exactly what he was expecting, granted he'd never been struck with a cattle prod before. His felt his muscles start to spasm, his grip on the chair loosening up.

The contact only lasted a brief second however, Vasya tugging his away from the doorway. The executive stumbled back and flexed his arm, clenching and unclenching his fist as he shook his head.

He didn't have much time to ask questions however, now that the way in was finally clear.

[Dr Adjective]

Kevin wanted her attention, Vasya was screaming something in Russian again with a tone that might be understated as “displeased”, and an extremely unpleasant siren was blaring through the room for good measure. She picked out something about stab vests, which maybe shouldn’t have been a surprise when they’d been allowed to keep at least two knives. Yet a surprise it was. Charlotte had been holding onto a sliver of hope that they could just overpower the fuckers nice and quick, turn this whole thing around.

But hope springs eternal. Hope dies last.

For all any of them knew, the banging at her end of the room could be rescuers. Maybe good things did sometimes happen to good people? Charlotte had to believe it was at least possible, the narrow thread of hope was just about the last thing between her and breaking down entirely.

And fuck, was that alarm not helping matters.

Even so, she dutifully put a hand back into her chosen weapon, and turned her focus onto the closer door. She’d keep giving Vasya and Eugene direct light for as long as she could, after that, they’d have to make do with wherever her phone landed when she had to toss it in favour of two hands to lift a chair. Hopefully Kevin had the same idea as her; the chair-legs control, the blunt object smashes. If they weren’t here to help. If. She had to keep believing there was a possibility that they were.

If not…

[Deblod100]

Gerald made out some words or two from the Russian guy. It was actually something that made him fully realize that this wasn't just some random prank gone too far.

They had... "stab vests"?

Vests shouldn't be completely stab proof, but this was supposed to be advanced armor.

Gerald couldn't stop to think. All he can do is keep swinging at the goons that were approaching the group. He was hoping that he didn't get his ass kicked, though it was eventually going to bite him back no matter what happened.