Save File 107
“There are things one must know before entering the new world,” a nurse said. “It’s a plagued world. One full of destruction and chaos. You might not make it.”
“But it’s all a game,” a teenage girl spoke up. She lay on a hospital bed, dressed in a white gown.
“It’s all experiments and things you can’t change,” the older woman sighed as she prepared a syringe.
“I won’t be me anymore. There will be someone else who’s smarter than me and he or she will control me,” the girl sat up to look at the nurse, worry apparent in her eyes.
“You can’t make your own decisions. We have to make them for you, Miss.”
“We’re all playing in the same game, the Mind Altering Control Experiments. Even you may think you’re living your life, but you’re not,” the girl tried to frustrate the woman.
“Bite your tongue before you say something you’ll regret. You never know when your time to die will come,” the nurse replied as she whipped around and walked out of the room to retrieve a clipboard.
“I’ll have no friends,” the girl whimpered.
“It doesn’t matter if you do. You can’t run away and you can’t hide anyway,” the nurse said as she stuck the needle into the girl’s arm and injected the clear liquid. The girl’s eyes began to close slowly and she leaned back into the white pillow.
“Your mind is not your own and all you’ve learned are lies,” the echo of the Lead Examiner echoed in the girl’s mind as she was wheeled down a brightly lit hallway.
“Be careful,” the nurse whispered as she pushed the bed through a set of double doors.
“What did you say?” The girl looked back with half open eyes.
“Good luck.”
Arianna sat in front of a large computer touch screen, tapping away at various pop ups.
“Ari? Is this going to hurt?” A girl’s voice echoed up from the speakers. The monitor showed an image of a blond haired girl sitting in a blue padded chair with straps around her ankles and thin wrists, looking up in the direction of the camera.
“It’ll only be a few more volts, Rachel. Don’t worry,” the girl watching the screen murmured. She bit her lip as she looked at the prompt on the screen. It read, “Would you like to add an extra ten volts to the Rapid Electric Pulse Machine?” She whipped around in her wheeled computer chair to face the doorway. She peered out, hoping to see an Examiner walking by, but there wasn’t one. The one time she needed an official’s opinion, there wasn’t a single one in sight. Arianna wondered if Rachel’s body could really take the amount of electricity she would receive. The doubts were flooding into her mind with every extra second she hesitated. “Just one second, Rachel. I’m going to double check something.” Arianna gave the screen a side swipe, which brought up tables and graphs. She squinted her eyes, examining a line graph as closely as she could. “We’re so close to a cure,” she whispered while pulling at her auburn hair. “I have to do it. We could be the first team to ever complete the MACE.”
Arianna swiped the screen again and the image of Rachel reappeared. “Are you ready?” Arianna asked, recapturing the attention of her patient.
“As ready as I’ll ever be,” Rachel looked defeated, gazing up at the camera. Her body was frail and her eyes couldn’t focus. Her ice blue eyes flitted from the camera to the mirrors on every side, then to the cuffs around her wrists, and back again to the camera perched in the corner of the ceiling. Arianna hoped that the cure she was so close to finding would bring back the real Rachel, the one before schizophrenia.
“Here we go,” Arianna said. She prompted the REPM again. This time she pressed “yes.”
The scream never came. Not even a yelp or a squeal. Rachel always made a sound as she received the shocks. It’s how she dealt with the pain. This time, there wasn’t a sound. Arianna sat there, watching as the line graph recorded the data. The REPM was sending electric pulses into Rachel’s brain, causing it to fire. It was normal for a time, but then the line went flat. None of the arcs and ridges were drawn. Rachel was flat lining. Arianna forgot to breathe.
“This can’t be happening! No! No! No!” She fumbled around, sifting through papers and swiping through menus, trying to find another explanation for what had happened. She looked at the screen. Rachel’s body lay limp in the chair, not a sign of life left in her. “Rachel! Rachel, come on! Come back! Somebody help!” She shrieked, jumping from her chair. She ran to door and pounded on it in an attempt to get attention. She turned again to look at the screen. Rachel still lay in the same position, the limp remains of a person. “This wasn’t supposed to happen to you,” Arianna whispered. “I was supposed to keep you safe.”
“This is not what we expected from you, Arianna Wittenburg,” the Examiner stood in front of Arianna with his arms crossed. “We thought you of all people would be able to complete a simple experiment.”
“This is not simple,” she muttered to herself. “I killed my best friend. This is not just an experiment.”
“Did you say something, miss?” One of the lesser Examiners looked at her with one eyebrow raised.
“Buzz off, Richards,” the first official said, placing a hand on the second one’s shoulder. Richards lowered his head in submission.
“So what happens now? What will you do with her?” She heard a hint of oncoming tears sneak into her voice, for it sounded more like a whimper than a question.
“As far as her body goes, we will dispose of it in the same way as all the other bodies. You on the other hand must be prepared before we can do anything with you.”
“You’re just going to incinerate her?” Arianna felt her knees go weak. Her best friend was going to be tossed aside and reduced to ashes without as much as a goodbye.
“That doesn’t really matter now, does it? You need to be prepped for surgery. Gentlemen, lead her away.” With a nod, he turned and walked out of the room. The examiners two henchmen, Richards and some other middle-aged man grabbed her by the arms and carried her out of the room after the head Examiner. It would be the last time she ever saw the control room she had called home for a year.
Saved Game at 6:45 AM
“Welcome to your new room, Arianna,” a computerized voice said.
“Well, thanks?” Arianna looked around in confusion, trying to find the source of the voice. “Where am I?” She sat up on the bed she had been placed in.
“You have been chosen to be part of a simple medical experiment about mental disorders. You will undergo many tests in an effort to find a cure.”
“Oh really? And why was I chosen, Miss Know-It-All?”
“Because of your intelligence.”
Arianna sighed, because she knew what the computerized voice meant. Most of the people at this end of the experiment were chosen to be patients because their I.Q. wasn’t high enough. They would be of no use to creating the cure, but they could be human lab rats. Arianna had been on the high end of the I.Q. scale, scored first in her generation. She never thought she would end up being experimented on like everyone else.
“So this is the punishment,” she stated, looking around at the white walls. The furniture was white, the sheets on her bed were white, her desk was white, and the doors were white. Everything looked brand new and disgusting. There was no color. Even the clothing on her body was white. She pulled at the white tank top and tossed the sheets off her legs. Her shorts were white too.
“Seriously?” She asked to no one in particular.
“The white decor is to prevent mood changes caused by the environment. White is as neutral as it gets,” the room voice answered.
“Thanks, stalker. You should leave me alone now.”
“I’m afraid I can’t do that, Arianna.”
“Why not?”
“Because you never know when you’re going to black out.”
“Black out?”
“Yes, your mental condition may cause you to black out at any time, so I’m here to keep you safe and alert nurses if you black out at an inopportune moment.”
“Um, okay?” The thought of randomly passing out without warning scared her a little bit. Arianna had no control over her own body.
“You’ll get used to it. Most do.” The voice tried to comfort her.
“Whatever,” Arianna ignored the woman and hopped off the bed. She padded barefoot over to a door in the corner of her room.
“That’s your bathroom, Arianna.”
“I kinda figured that out,” she snapped as she flipped on the light, illuminating the bathroom. It was white, just like everything else in her new room. The porcelain sink and bathtub shone in the light coming from the fluorescent scones on the back wall.
“Just trying to help. You just woke up.”
“Leave me alone.”
“As you wish, Arianna.” The voice said before silencing itself.
Arianna closed the door behind her and leaned back against it. She let the breaths go in and out as she tried to comprehend what had happened. She had been experimenting with her best friend’s brain just a day ago. Now she was in her place, because Rachel died. Rachel died. The sudden grip of guilt and sorrow choked Arianna’s deep relaxing breaths. She coughed and ran to the sink. She turned on the cold water and splashed it in her face multiple times, feeling the ice cold water numb her. The numbness distracted her from the truth for just awhile.
She stepped back and wiped her face with a white towel. She let out a breath and looked at herself in the mirror. She looked the same as always. Dark auburn hair waved down past her shoulders. Her steel grey eyes were wide open in shock and her eyebrows were bent in worry. She slapped her face with both hands, making a rosy glow appear on her cheeks.
“Straighten up, Arianna. This is no time to freak out. They probably just gave you anorexia or something.” She turned away from the mirror, but out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of a boy. She turned back, but he was gone. She shook her head and turned to open the door. Her hand grasped the knob, and as she opened it, she came face to face with another human.
“Who are you?” She reached out to touch him but he stepped back.
“I’m Eric.”
“Why are you in my room?”
“I’m not,” he said and he started to fade.
“What? Wait, come back!” She ran toward his fading image but the last bit of his image faded. She fell to the ground, her arm stretched out to grab him. “Hey, computer chick, who was that?”
“Who are you talking about?” The voice asked.
“That boy I just saw. Who is he and where did he come from?”
“There was never anybody in this room besides you.”
“Yes there was. I saw him.”
“Arianna, there wasn’t anyone in here. You must have imagined him.”
“But I’ve neve-” She paused. She was hallucinating. She was seeing things that weren’t real.
“Hi, Arianna. I’m Eric.” She heard the voice again, but there was no sign of him. She was hearing voices.
“Schizophrenia,” she whispered. The room went black.
Saved game at 8:37 PM
“Arianna, I’m real. I promise.”
“No, you’re not. Get out of my head.” Arianna paced back and forth in her room.
“I’m real. I’m in your head for a reason. They must have tried something new during your operation.”
“Eric, shut up. You’re just my subconscious trying to make my conscious mind think it’s okay,” she ranted. “I’m not okay!”
“You’re fine. You’re a part of an experiment. I don’t think anyone reacted any differently on their first day. You were given a mental disorder. No one handles that like it’s a good thing.”
“Eric, I told you to shut up! You’re just a voice!”
“Arianna, I’m just trying to help.”
“I don’t need your help.”
“Fine, but you are having your first test done tonight and you might need a friend.”
“Anyone but you.”
“You won’t be saying that so soon.”
Saved game at 11:15 PM
“Ouch!” She yelped as the electric shocks pulsed from the wires on her temples up into her forehead. “That’s more painful than you think!”
“Just two more rounds, Arianna.” A computerized male voice sounded from the speakers near the camera in the corner. She felt pangs of sympathy for Rachel and how she must have felt in this same type of room, being shocked by her own best friend.
“I thought you were okay, Rachel,” she muttered. She looked up to the ceiling, preventing a tear from falling down her face. “I didn’t think it was that painful. I’m so sorry”
“Ready?” The voice asked.
“You need a friend yet, Arianna?” Eric’s voice rang out in her head.
“No! Get away,” she growled. “Yes, I’m ready!” She called out loud enough for the camera’s microphone to pick up. She could hear the machine start up once more. “Stupid Rapid Electric Pulse Machine,” she cursed as a wave of pain flooded through her head. She writhed in pain, but the ankle and wrist braces kept her from doing much more than a slight twist. The electric pulses subsided once more and her muscles relaxed. It was so peaceful when sharp shooting pain wasn’t radiating from your skull.
“Just one more time and then you’re done, Arianna.”
“Yeah, whatever. Hit me,” she called out. Her hands gripped the arm rests in anticipation. The sound of the REPM came again and she winced. The pain just barely hit her when Eric decided to interrupt.
“I’m so sorry, Ari. I know this hurts but you’ll be okay.”
“Eric! Get out!” She shrieked, half from the pain and half from the annoyance.
“This is good. This is what they want. I’m just helping with the cure.”
“I don’t care! You’re driving me insane!” The electric pulses quit for the last time and the cuffs released her limbs. She ripped the sticky pads with wires attached from her temples. It burned, but not as much as her head did. She stood up quickly, but the weight of her throbbing head forced her to the floor. She cried out and held her head with both hands as a high pitched noise rang in her ears and pain shot through her head. Her breaths came quickly, and the room began to spin. “Not again,” she muttered before falling to the ground in a heap.
“This is what will happen until you accept me,” was the last thing Arianna heard before she slipped into the blackness.
Saved game at 12:41 PM
“What should I get, Eric?”
“What do you want, Ari?”
“I don’t know what I want.”
“Well get the macaroni and cheese then. You like that. I like that.”
“You don’t get any. It’s mine.”
“Yes, I do. Order me a plate.”
“You’re a figment of my imagination. You can’t eat.”
“I’m real. I’ll eat it.”
“Eric, you’re not real.”
“Would you like me to prove it?”
“Yes, please do.”
“Do you feel that?”
“The slap in the face? Yes, I felt that.”
“Good, now do you believe me?”
“Maybe.”
“Well that’s a start.”
Saved game at 10:26 PM
“Schizophrenia causes hallucinations of sight and touch, Eric. Nice try.” Arianna hissed to what seemed like thin air. Beside her, she saw a dark haired teenage boy.
“But I swear I’m real. Go look for me.”
“If you were real, you would be right beside me, but the room minder doesn’t know you’re here, so you can’t be real.”
“What’s real and what’s not real?”
“Eric, I’m not a philosopher.”
“But you are smart. You know what they do to people. They change their minds. You’ve been on both ends of the experiment. You know things that most patients do not.”
“Sometimes I wish they had erased my memory instead.”
“That wouldn’t be any fun now, would it?” The boy cocked his head to the side and displayed his now familiar smirk.
“So where are you, if you would happen to be real?” She changed the subject to avoid thinking about her memories.
“Well, where did you used to work?”
“In my control room,” she answered quickly.
“Let’s start with that.”
“But I can’t get out of this room. I always black out before they take me to testing.”
“Not this time,” Eric chuckled.
Saved game at 12:23 AM
“Are you sure she’s blacked out?” A male voice whispered, so close to her that she could feel his breath.
“Yes, I checked her brain waves. They’re low, as usual.”
“Dumb people, gotta love them.” The two Examiners lifted her onto a gurney and wheeled her out of her room. She lifted an eyelid for just a split second to get a glimpse of the hidden door way. She returned to her lidded darkness and let her other senses flood her brain with mental pictures. The squeaking of the wheels on her mobile bed, the padding of the leather shoes on the linoleum floors, and the scent of cleaning agents all were received by her crazed mind. The two men slowed their pace for a second. Soon, they completely stopped.
“Let’s get a snack before we hit the third floor,” the first Examiner suggested.
“Good idea, Rob. This chick isn’t going anywhere,” he laughed, a sound that made Arianna’s stomach clench in disgust. They treated her like a corpse. They didn’t know that she was conscious.
“Ready?” Eric’s voice rang out in her head.
“Let’s do this,” Arianna replied and she opened her eyes.
Saved game at 12:39 AM
“Missing person alert,” multiple room minders rang out between the loud screeches of an alarm. The lights were flashing red and and the sounds bounced off the walls, creating loud echoes that almost sent Arianna to the ground in pain. She ignored the throbs of her overloaded fragile brain as she ran.
“They don’t have any procedures for this kind of thing, do they?” Eric laughed as he ran beside her.
“Of course they do,” she chuckled. “They just never have to use them.” She ran quickly, nothing to hinder her speed, not even shoes. She navigated the hallways with Eric’s help. He told her where to turn and when to hide from passing Examiners. She was beginning to enjoy his company, no matter if he was real or not.
She dashed up stairs and onto the fourth floor, home of the Superiors.
“They think they are so cool,” she hissed as she passed the doors to each of the separate control rooms. She was nearing the end of the hallway and Eric hadn’t told her to pick a room yet. She was beginning to worry.
“Eric? Which one?”
“This last one, right here on the left,” he tugged her arm toward the last door. She slammed her body hard against it and it burst open to reveal a dark haired boy in a computer chair. She scared him right out of his chair. He shrieked, and as she got a closer look, she gasped in shock.
“Eric?”
“It works,” he muttered to himself. “This is incredible.”
“What do you mean?”
“The mind control. It works,” he laughed, stepping toward her. She shut the door behind her on accident as she stepped back.
“Mind control? I thought we were just given diseases.”
“You really aren’t as smart as everyone thinks you are, are you?”
“What are you talking about?”
“I’ve been controlling your mind, Arianna. I used the schizophrenia to cover it up. See how easy that was?”
“This whole time? I haven’t be-”
“Yes. I was using you. You used your friend too, without even knowing it.”
“I would never-”
“But you did. Every time you turned off your lab screen to eat a meal, your best friend blacked out.” Arianna clenched her fists. She’d been used. Her best friend had been used.
“That’s not, this isn’t-”
“It’s a game, Arianna. It’s all a game. Who can live and find a cure? That’s the prompt. Teenagers are given a starting point, and where they go, nobody really knows. It all ends up the same though. Teenagers are selfish. They only think of themselves. You killed your friend for the good of science, didn’t you? Or so you thought. You just didn’t want to be sent to bed without a meal.”
“That’s not true!”
“But it is!”
“You can’t control me!”
“Want me to prove it?”
“You can’t!” She screamed and lunged for him, but her hand wouldn’t swing back for the punch. Her feet didn’t move any farther. She began to step back, but she didn’t want to. She tried with all her strength to move her legs, but her toes only twitched in response.
“Believe me?”
“You don’t know what it’s like down there. It’s cruel.”
“What?” His eyes lit up with confusion. “The diseases given to all the lesser individuals? It is quite cruel, isn’t it?”
“Yes, it is.”
“Too bad I’m not down there. I don’t have to worry about that,” he mocked her, forcing her back against the door.
“You’ll get what you deserve, you selfish rat!” She spit in his face.
“Looking at the situation right now, I’m not the rat. You are,” he cackled, pushing her to the side. He opened the door, grabbed her arm, then kicked her out. “Good luck, rodent.”
Saved game at 8:21 AM
“What’s going on in this messed up world anyway?” Arianna asked the ceiling.
“There are many things happening in the world right now. You are going to have to be more specific,” the room voice replied.
“Why am I here?”
“You are here because you have been chosen to participate in a complex science experiment.”
“I know that, but why is this experiment taking place?”
“The world is diseased, Arianna.”
“Yes, but why?”
“Because the Center for Disease Control managed to find a cure for every know virus and bacterium that could be transferred from direct or indirect contact. The only diseases left are those caused by the environment or genetics. Disorders or chronic diseases. Things that must be studied.”
“But why do they need to cure those things? Aren’t they rare?” Arianna held her arms out in desperation, trying to remember what she had learned in school.
“They’re not as rare as they used to be, young lady. When there aren’t any illnesses to kill people off, they live longer. When people live longer, they have more time to develop chronic diseases,” the room voice kept a monotone voice.
“So people will eventually die anyway. I don’t see the problem,” Arianna mumbled as she drew her arms in toward her chest and face palmed.
“People are living for extremely long periods of time, and most everyone alive has contracted some type of disease that cannot be cured, only treated. People want to be healthy for as long as possible, hence the creation of MACE.”
“People are going to die. It’s nature, right?”
“I’m afraid nature hasn’t been the most deciding force recently, Arianna.”
“Who’s fault is that?”
“It’s the fault of no one.”
“I think it’s the Lead Examiner.”
“You don’t have to blame anybody for something as widespread as this.”
“Woman, I don’t even know your name, but you bother me.”
“I’m sorry?”
“Yes, you had better be. We’re trying to create a cure for the one thing that keeps the human race from dying out.”
“And what would that be, Miss Arianna?”
“Death.”
Saved game at 1:02 AM
“Self harm is not the answer,” the room voice spoke into the dark room.
“I don’t have anything to harm myself with,” Arianna answered. “And how would I harm myself anyway?”
“There are a number of ways, but I won’t tell you any.”
“That’s not what I meant, stupid. How can I harm myself if my mind is being controlled by a person who can’t have me dead?”
“I’m not exactly sure,” the woman’s voice answered in a puzzled tone. It was a sound Arianna didn’t hear often.
“Maybe one day we’ll figure it out.”
“Maybe.”
“Goodnight, Miss Know-It-All,” Arianna called out.
“Goodnight, Arianna.” The woman replied before going silent.
Her mind wandered as she lay in bed, tossing and turning over the last question she had asked. How could she still act independently some times? She knew that some of what she was doing wasn’t actually her own bidding, like how she woke up every day and immediately showered, brushed her teeth, and exercised. She had been so lazy before. The blackouts were certainly not her idea. Arianna just wondered if some of her lingering memories of being a Superior were still granting her access to their world above. If the doctors had given her a disease to be tested on, wouldn’t they want a clean slate? Wouldn’t they have erased her mind? It must have been a mistake. She was sure of it. She wiggled her toes when Eric had used his control over her. It hadn’t been a fluke. If she could just worm her way out of his grasp, she could make it out. She could break the seal that the Lead Examiner had tried so hard to keep shut. Sometimes it takes drastic measures to get through to people.
Saved game at 4:03 AM
“The whole hospital is on lock down, Arianna.” The voice said.
“Doesn’t matter, woman,” the crazed girl said as she kicked at the table in her room. The leg was coming loose from its hinges. Soon, she’d have a weapon.
“I’ll alert the Examiners.”
“Do you really want that?”
“I’m just doing my job.”
“Well stop it.” Arianna shook her head. Eric had tried to enter her mind several times, but as long as she blocked the hallucination from her mind, he had no control. The table leg snapped with a large crack, and splinters of wood spread around her feet. She reached down and grabbed her new weapon.
“Perfect,” she muttered as she swung it from side to side. It was just the right weight. Easy enough to swing, but hard enough to do damage.
“Weapons are not permitted in this hospital, Arianna,” the voice warned.
“Think of it as...a tool,” Arianna laughed as she swung it from side to side. “Now, for my real escape.
She ran to the bathroom and grabbed the bowl she had stolen from from her dinner last night. She filled it with tap water to the brim and then walked carefully over to the wall.
“This ought to do it,” she said and splashed the water onto the wall. It trickled down onto the floor, but the whole wall was not covered. She ran back to get more. Soon enough, the whole wall was soaked and a rectangular border was visible. “Found the invisible door,” she chuckled before she slammed her whole body weight into it. The door couldn’t withstand the force and it flew open.
A white hallway opened up before her and she jumped to her feet.
“Exit signs would be handy,” she muttered as she took off down the hall. She blew past an Examiner who gave her a strange look, then did a double take.
“She’s out again!” He shrieked and pointed at her as she sprinted away.
“Somebody stop that girl!”
“Suckers,” she laughed under her breath as she ran, dodging people and unconscious patients on her way. She turned corners and eventually found a dead end. There was a set of double doors on the end and the windows were whited out. “Freedom,” she hissed, then burst through the doors.
The heat that hit her was suffocating. It sent her reeling back toward the doors, but she knew it was too late to turn back. She was out. No one her age had ever been outside the walls of the hospital before. There was an intensely bright light beating down from above.
“The sun,” she spoke, fascinated that it was real. She stepped farther away from the doors, her feet burning with every step. She looked forward and all she saw was dirt. Dirt and rocks. There was a blue sky, and an edge. She started to jog closer to the edge.
“Arianna, don’t do this,” Eric spoke for the first time since he’d told her the truth.
“I’m free from the hospital, Eric. You can’t stop me.” She laughed as she jogged across the earth she’d never felt before.
“I can still stop you,” he warned, and with his warning, he locked up her legs. She fell face first into the dirt. The heat stung her cheek and she screamed from the pain.
“You can’t do this!” Arianna crawled forward, despite the pain in her legs and arms. Her own body was refusing to move for her.
“Yes I can, I control you,” Eric cackled in her mind.
“No, I can beat you!” She pushed herself up and ran forward with all her strength.
“Arianna, you don’t want to do this! It’s a dead end!”
“Don’t lie to me, Eric,” she hissed and she continued to push through the pain.
“You’ll die, Arianna. It’s a cliff.”
“Then I guess you’ll know what it feels like to be a rat, won’t you?” She laughed as she reached the edge of the cliff. “Want to try and stop me?”
“You’re being selfish,” he scoffed.
“No, I’m helping you and the rest of the world. Maybe this time, you’ll understand. This time, you’ll be the one who needs the cure instead of the one who wants it. I’m not crazy. This isn’t the schizophrenia talking. You and I both know that this is just a game that no one can win. Everyone will die of something, someday, somewhere. It doesn’t even matter if there’s a cure or not. Time goes on. Life ends. The difference is, I’m not going to let anyone else end it for me.”
She stepped off the edge. The rush of adrenaline hit her as she fell through the open air. She spread her arms out as she fell, her hair blowing back from her face. The ground grew ever nearer to her, and the force made her lose consciousness. She didn’t feel the impact when she ran out of sky
“Arianna, I should have stopped you.” Eric choked up, covering his face with his hands. “You could have saved us. You could have saved me.”
“You’ve made a big mistake, Eric.” A middle aged man appeared in the doorway.
“No, you’ve made a big mistake.”
“Come with me.”
“I will, not because you want me to, but because I will avenge her.”
“Silly child, don’t you know that this just a game?”
“If it’s all a game, is it really a game anymore?” He raised his eyebrow in defiance. “The lives we use are real, but their minds are not. This girl was real, but yet everything she did isn’t real. How do we separate reality from the game?”
“You wouldn’t understand. Maybe when you grow up,” The older man said as he grabbed Eric’s hand.
“You’ll never send me in there, will you?”
“Never.”
“Good, because I liked this level and I want to play it again.”
“You can save the world later, Eric. Now it’s time to eat.” Eric’s father pulled his son’s hand and led him down the hallway, but before they stepped into the elevator, Eric looked back at his room.
“I’ll get revenge on them, Arianna. They’ll have no idea what hit’em. And this time, you’ll be able to see it.”
Game Over
Would you like to restart from last save?
“Yes.”
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