Hi everyone! So... I know it's been a few days since my last update (FOREVER if you're a true FanFiction follower) and... I don't what else to say except I've been feeling kind of 'blah' these past few days. That and I've had a bit of writer's block. But I'm back, baby! And as a really special surprise to all of my viewers and followers, in this chapter, we don't get to go into the Doctor or Tammi's POV. No... we take a look at one of our other characters. Perhaps the most important one of all...
Mrs. Ratfield leaned forward in her chair as she checked her computer screen again. A map of all of the game's different worlds was shown, along with several scattered red dots.
Damn! she thought. How many more bloody kids could possibly be active?!
She'd thought that the connection would've reached the others by now.
She moved her old, worn-out hand onto her mouse and began clicking and checking all of the places that had a red dot. Out in the country, three young boys were shown running across some of the fields towards the station that might lead them to the city. One of the boys suddenly stopped, his arms hung out in the air and his mouth opened wide for air. The other two quickly turned around to check on him. They did everything they could to wake him up, slapping his cheeks and kicking his legs. Mrs. Ratfield couldn't help but smile an evil grin at the sight in front of her.
Her excitement, thought, soon faded, and she moved on to the city world. The suburban neighborhoods that lied just a few blocks away from the Administrative Building showed no signs of activity. Just frozen people. She moved on to the library, the school, the diner. All was still. She soon began getting that special twinkle in her eye that only came from a tremendous increase in progress.
She, then, checked out the street where one of the bus stations stood.
What she saw slapped the grin off her face and left her eyes hard and dry.
There, on the bench next to the station sign, sat a man. A young man. A young, weird-looking man.
Standing next to him was a woman. A young woman. A young, equally weird-looking woman.
She began tapping her foot impatiently with her arms crossed and was saying something to the man. All he did was give a short reply while shooing her away with his hand.
"Well, well, well," Mrs. Ratfield said, placing her hands in front of her as her hawk eyes stared intently at the two strangers. "What do we have here? Perhaps a doctor and his assistant…?"
They weren't supposed to be here.
At least not anymore.
She had emailed Tammi less than five minutes ago. Could it really take that long to delete something (or somebody) from the system?
Mrs. Ratfield knew not.
So, she exited the window and opened up her email. She looked up Tammi's address and began typing furiously.
To: TammiTron012
Subject: I Need You To Do Your Job
Message: Dear TammiTron012,
It has come to my attention that you have not yet deleted this Doctor and his companion. I urge you to quickly figure out a way to get rid of him as soon as possible. I have put a lot of time and effort into building and running 'MyAlternative'. Who knows what kind of trouble and problems he may bring to the game. He could destroy everything I've worked for. Everything we've done together. I know you would not want that burden on your shoulders.
Sincerely,
Mrs. Ratfield
SEND.
With that, Mrs. Ratfield leaned back in her chair, rubbing her hands together to relieve the ache they were getting from typing so roughly. She looked up to the bare ceiling and closed her eyes. The only sound audible was her constant breathing going up and down.
She kept telling herself that everything was fine.
Everything was going according to plan.
The kids were getting reached.
Their minds were slowly being harnessed into the game.
Soon, they would all be here.
Here in the game.
With her.
No parents.
No rules.
No Doctor.
He was nothing.
Just a weed in the ground.
A weed that could be easily plucked at a moment's notice.
She wasn't worried.
Not one little bit.
Why should she be?
She was smart.
She was brilliant.
She had everything planned.
Everything to the last detail.
Everything was going according to plan.
Everything was fine.
Fine.
…
Fine.
Ohhhh... I see now we're getting somewhere! Please read, review, follow, favorite, do anything you can to show your support. THANK YOU AND GOOD NIGHT!
