forum V O T E / Psychological Thriller / Closed
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@payten_the_coffee_addict

(both? we've been talking about it for a while. i think the whole idea was just a seed one of our friends planted in our heads after we met and had talked and then we both grew fairly fond of the idea)

@Rvan group

(Arrggggh I was rereading this I’m just going to put this here if any wants to rewind a little bit then continue)
The room of the dead. The room where all the bodies had been dumped and gathered. It had started with Odette. But that room… it had been emptied. Because the bodies had been moved to their previous rooms- the rooms where it all began.
John blinked his eyes wearily, sitting up. The same room he had first found himself in. He blinked again. “Is this- Is this some kind of reoccurring nightmare?” Memories- memories of what he’d done came back to him. I… I committed suicide. John blinked again, then shot out of the bed. He had gone back to that dark side of him -that crazy side. John opened the door to his room. “Guys! Is anyone still here?!? Hey!” John called, in a small panic. They can’t be dead, gosh no. This is so bad.

@Becfromthedead group

Xander woke up suddenly and with a big start. Where was he? It was familiar- the faint glow on the wall, the door cracked slightly open, the feeling of the hard mattress. A few memories flooded back to him. The last thing he remembered was hitting the floor after having his carotid artery severed. Enzo had been standing over him, angry and vengeful because he had played a hand in a child’s death.
He got up and ran to the door, flinging it wide open.
“Is… is anyone here?” he shouted.

@Rvan group

“Hello?!” John called, rushing down the hall, “Xander, is that you?” John’s pulse increased, his breath short. He’s probably thinks I’m crazy, gosh, oh gosh… John looked down the hall, “I’m over here!”

@Rvan group

(I figured if y’all want to just finish this we could rewind time a little and go with the plan they’re all alive. If any of you have a better idea, I love to do that too. I frankly just want to finish this since we’re so close to the end)

@Becfromthedead group

"John…?" Xander called back, not thinking of his final moments or the things he said. There was another human here, and he was terrified and needed someone at his side.
He carefully crept into the hallway and followed John's voice.

@Rvan group

John spotted Xander, and just stopped. His breath was just cut off, he felt like he was being swallowed whole by himself. Then a little something cracked inside him, and his age of nineteen really shown when he started to cry, “I’m- I’m- Gosh, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” His hands were shaking -his entire body was shaking- as he stared at Xander.

@Becfromthedead group

"N-no… don't cry! Then I'll-" Xander started sobbing. He lunged forwards and hugged John, partially because he needed someone to hold, and partially to see if this was all real, or if John was just an illusion.
"I'm sorry about the things I said and the things I did… We have to find a way out this time. No more killing each other."

@Rvan group

John tightened the embrace around Xander, “Gosh, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Did you read my note? Gosh, I’m so sorry Xander,” He rambled through his tears. I had gone crazy, gosh… “I don’t want to kill anyone, Xander, I don’t want to-“ John was cut off by his own sob.