Every Shot Cuts The Deepest Skin.
Chapter One
Society.
A place where players use their controlled avatars to do mostly everything without getting into trouble.
Slayers.
Prisoned inmates risking their lives in a violent world, get through thirty games and a full pardon is granted.
So poplaur these games are, it's made the creator Ken Castle the richest man on the planet.
Awaking to a another day, I rub away the sleep and head to the bathroom.
Studying the image of myself before me, any sign of life or emotion didn't exist.
My blue eyes lacked sparkle, dark rings grew under them due to the lack of a good night rest.
I haven't smiled for ages, I forgotten the last time I ever did so.
The weight on me was dropping off in a alarming rate, my body was all skin and bones.
I sighed heavily and shook my head, sooner than later I would be so ill that I could possiably die.
No would care or notice me.
Everyone I loved and knew were dead, murdered by this cruel and unforgiving nightmare because they refused to be a part of it.
Only I surrived, barely though on one condition:
Forever work in Society or be thrown in with the Slayers without a pardon or a release at all.
I choose the former.
So for the past five or six years (I suddenly lost count), I roamed the highly sexual and odd world controlled by a unknown gamer.
I could sene that whoever was playing me was a man as I always wore such sluttly outfits and went to clubs to always have rough sex in seedy apartments.
Throwing cold water on my face, I watched the droplets fall down to splash in the sink.
I closed my eyes, searching through any kind of memory, to pull me through this constant torrment.
None came.
I reopened them to see myself biting down my lower lip so hard that it drew blood.
Strangely taken by the way it flowed down my chin, I visioned a unsettling image of me cutting my wrists and watching the ooze escape from the wounds.
I could see the newspaper headline now: "Society Girl Comits Sucide, Castle Accused For The Tragic Death."
"Ha, I would rather die in Slayers than take my own life!" I uttered, wiping away the blood.
After a quick shower, I put on a grey t-shirt and faded jeans while doing my hair up in a loose ponytail.
Refusing breakfast, I head out of my apartment locking the door and kept my head down as I walked down the streets.
I waited for the bus with a few others, some were reading the newspaper while others fiddled with their Blackberries.
Stuffing my hands in the pockets, my eyes roamed the sights around me.
Such a busy day though it wasn't ten o clock yet, the sun blazed with barely a cloud in the sky.
Hearing the bus coming towards the shelter, I dug out my card to show the driver.
I waited for everyone to get on until I was the last person to be served.
Instead of the usual smiling woman I see everyday, in her place was a sleezy and badly smelt man.
Avoiding his uneasy gaze, I flashed the card which he accepted thankfully and grabbed the last seat remaining.
I stared out of the window, watching the sights go pass me in a normal speed and pace.
Every stop, one person or more got off though no more came on which was a little strange.
Nearly everyday the bus would be filled up so that it would be a unbearable and uncomfortable ride.
I felt relaxed and actully enjoying it, the breath of a gentle breeze that suddenly appeared caressed my skin.
But it didn't last long.
From the moment I laid my eyes on the building where Society awaited for me, there was no turning back until the very early hours of the next day.
Pressing the button, I made my way through the sea of legs that blocked my way.
I muttered my excuses to them, some kindly moved aside while others were seriously rude that I had to climb over them.
The bus stopped, I gave out a thank you to the bus driver but he was focusing on my butt more which disgusted me.
I watched it drive away until I couldn't see it any more, then I turned around and slowly entered the dread building.
Damp walls, a sickening smell that never went away, dirty floors and a sense of being watched constanly.
It was enough to drive any sane person mad.
I had to get used to it, though deep inside I wanted to escape this cage of despair and endless torture.
Barely saying a word to anyone, I did the usual things to make myself ready for a another hard-working day.
Suddenly before transforming from a human being to a controlled avatar, a vision appeared before me.
A strange sound echoed, was it laughter?
Hills filled with golden fields, the hazy sun up above the sky.
A lone woman wandered through them, the gentle breeze blowing her hair.
She stops to hear a deep male voice calling her name, something I couldn't quite catch.
Slowly turning around, she rises her head and opens her eyes.
The vision ends, quickly fading away like a flick of the fingers.
But before I could have a moment to gather my thoughts over this, it was too late.
I was no longer Crystal Faith, the human.
I became Crystal Faith, the controlled avatar.
