Rise: Episode 3
Bang. A shot rand out.
Keith was standing over his target. Looking at a man, lowly in position. He held a shaking pupil in the cavity of his mooned-face, blood rising in the flood of his eyes. Keith held his revolver firmly, undaunted by the mans plea’s. Muffled cries escaped his lips , but he dared not to move. Keith’s eyes were perched with the revelation of the devil. Before finishing him off, he knelt down. Avoiding the pool of blood, he reached for the mans badge. The same character details as his, with the name Demo. He scoffed, got up from the floor and looked to the room. The disheveled player’s apartment carried a strain of unkempt misery, the dusty floors carried empty walls. He looked back at the man, now bleeding from the nose.
‘Are you part of them?’, he pointed the revolver at his forehead.
He coughed,’ Who?’.
Another shot, erupting through the metallic room. Spinning rage in it’s wake. ‘Don’t play dumb!’, he yelled. His nosed puffed and his voice grew haggard,’ Are you part of Anonymous?’. When the man didn’t answer immediately, he rushed towards him, knelt down and held him by the throat. In reaction he tried to speak, holding onto the nails digging into his neck,’ If you think I’ll know about them, then you’re barking up the wrong tree’. He let him go.
The man was rummaging for breath, grabbing the floor with bloodied fingers. ‘I know you aren’t part of them, I just needed to put on a show’. He shot the camera hidden in his computer, marked on the desk at the far end of the room. ‘ But I’ll have to finish the deed, ‘he knelt down and said in whisper,’ Don’t want them thinking I’m a klutz’. BANG. He held it on the vein of his forehead, but looked to the empty walls. When he straightened his coat, and checked his status, he retrieved items from the character, earning his manna. He got a message .
Red: You know, I didn’t mean get their attention in the worst way possible.
He smiled and started typing. Me: You told me that I can’t show up on the rankings so I’m showing up on a different list, with a ghost profile. He tossed his phone in his pocket and exited the scene. Stepping down the iron stairs , avoiding the faces of the residence and disappearing into the shadows.
Red: Showing up on the hit list for killing your own kind , really now?
He felt a vibration in his pocket, ignored it until he reached a safe spot. He reached a bar, with neon lights darting the path. Everything seems real, alive. The wind carried with it a scent, a touch. He entered the ominous building, walking through the cowboy-styled fence. When he entered, nobody flinched. He took out his phone, sat down and replied.
Me: I didn’t have much of a guide.
He didn’t look at the bartender. Rather pulled up the holographic menu and pressed his choice. He received a reply.
Red: They got a nickname for you already.
The drink appeared in a flash, he opened the bottle top with his watch. Me: What is it? Before another message zoomed through the network the television screen behind him caught his attention. It was surrounded by a rowdy crowd of players, drooping over the booths. It was a breaking news story.
The only message audible was, You’re not the only one. He turned around to notice the host is the same one that receives messages from anonymous. The brunette with wide-eyes was carrying a sticky note. She ended the broadcast as usual with a smile. The only difference was the image, highlighted on the screen. A ghost profile with the name, ‘Zero’.
