CHAPTER 10:

"I want you to make a choice."

Helga listened on to Willie's game instructions in awe, all while staring at his corpse.

"There's a slow acting poison coursing through YOUR system, Willie. And I'm the only one possessing the antidote. Would you murder a mother and her child to save yourself? If you will, then here are the rules-"

Helga had heard enough, she stopped the tape and looked on at the wall with a mix of emotions. She can barely breathe as she felt tears slowly forming in her eyes once more.

She murdered an innocent man.

Panting viciously while in limbo, she suddenly felt a presence. While maintaining her same facial expression of pure shock she turned around-

And trembled in complete and utter shock at what she saw.

The corpse, the same corpse that had been lifelessly laying on the floor from the very beginning, was now on it's hands and knees, staring directly at Helga.

The 'corpse', now a very much alive, half naked man, creaks his neck, blinking, groaning, adjusting to the light.

Helga was incapable of movement as she stared in slack jawed horror at the sight.

The man ripped the latex masking a gunshot wound on his head, before finally standing up and revealing himself to be an old man. A middle aged, balding man with heavy stubble on his face, topped off with a very long nose to complete a very ordinary terror.

"The key to that chain is in the bathtub."

Helga's eyes suddenly widened in excitement as she looked behind her, in the bathtub, only to reveal nothing there.

At first, she looked down in thought. But then she came to a stunning realization.

'The key is in the bathtub? But where? All that was there was the thin metal-'

Her eyes somehow widened even more.

The thin metal object that went down the drain.

The thin metal object that went down the drain.

The thin metal object that went down the drain!

THE THIN METAL OBJECT THAT WENT DOWN THE FUCKING DRAIN!

She looked up at the man, gasping in shock, horror and sadness.

But he looked extremely familiar.

Very familiar.

Memories flashed through her insanely as she experienced incredible emotions.

FLASHBACKS

"Helga," Bob called out to the girl, "this is Vincent."

She had seen him many times.

On top of that old, abandoned building.

With her beloved.

In Paris.

"It's people I don't understand."

"Yes sir, it has the bird's wing symbolized on the body and everything."

Hello Wartz.

Bob.

Miriam.

The Jolly Olly Man!

Helga.

Mr. Shortman.

I want to play a game.

This was the REAL Phantom Killer.

Finally being out of her shocked and frozen state, she dove for the gun Willie had dropped earlier, grabbing it and aiming for her captor.

But then he pushed a button on the small contraption he had on his palm.

Immediately, Helga's gun flew across the room as she collapsed to the ground from electric shock in her chain, flailing intensely. This was the same feeling she and Miles got earlier.

This intense amount of pain goes on for a few more seconds as the man lets go of the button, causing Helga to fall on Willie's body like a sack of potatoes.

As she spasms on the ground, the man weakly walks towards the entrance of the room, as Helga could only watch. Witness her life being slowly taken away from her from the soft stepping man. He flicked off the lights, plunging the once brightly lit room into darkness.

"I'm surprised by you, Helga," he calls out, as he walks away, "You did what Miles couldn't, you murdered an innocent person. But you failed to redeem yourself. So now, YOU lose."

Most people are such scumbags while alive.

Helga lept her arm towards her captor in agonizing desperation. But not you.

Not anymore. The man finally reached the outside of the bathroom, gripping the door. Helga screeched at the top of her lungs as she tried to keep on reaching the man.

"Game over!" the man yelled, slamming the door shut, leaving the screaming Helga in the abyss. All you, the audience, are left with are the screams of an 11 year old girl, who has no idea where she is, nor how she got there. She has no food or water. All she has are her screams, and the delusional idea that she will be saved. She is no longer apathetic, nor is she still the ruthless bully she is known to be. All that's left is the true Helga, the real Helga. But it doesn't matter. Not anymore.

THE END

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

That's all, folks! Poor Helga, but the poor girl had to go.

I hope you all enjoyed this chapter!