Trigger warning : Violence, gore
Arya was struggling to hold back her tears. How could this have happened? His father was a strong and agile man. Yet she saw him now lying on a pale bed and grimacing in pain. Her mother had put her hand to her lips as if to hold back what she was feeling. Arya met her weakened father's solemn gaze and finally let go of the emotions she was feeling.
She burst out laughing.
"Muahahaha!"
"Arya !" scolded her mother while holding back a laugh.
"But, but it's a bullet in the ass, mom"
The man sulked lying on his stomach, buttocks bandaged.
Judith sighed, but the smile that appeared on her face left little doubt about her feelings.
After five minutes of giggling, Arya calmed down.
"Do you need anything Campo?"
"I wish I could lie on my back."
"You know what the doctor said"
"Can you bring me a beer?" he asked pleadingly
Judith gave him a disapproving look before sighing.
"I'll be right back, Arya make sure he's not too stubborn, I'd like a month without being in the hospital..." she mumbled as she left the room.
Arya then approached her father.
"I'm glad you're fine. She said in a sincere tone. What happened with the dealers?"
"It seems that the network is more complex than expected."
"I thought we had found the heart of their operations."
"During the assault we found disturbing elements."
Campo looked at her hesitantly before his eyes landed on his daughter's jacket.
"Use the shard on the table." He said, pointing to the piece of furniture next to the bed.
Arya took the shard before turning her gaze to Campo.
"It's not pretty. I'm warning you."
Arya inserted the fragment into her port. She always found this sensation of going from reality to the virtual world strange. It was as if with the blink of an eye she had traveled from Winterfell to Braavos. It was times like these that she was grateful to have been born into this world instead of being transported into it as an adult. She would have had a lot more difficulty adjusting.
Her curiosity kept growing and she felt a certain bitterness to have arrived in a world so wounded that the richest had spun into orbit to escape the monsters created by their own hands.
These corporations were no different from the noble houses of Westeros. For even in this world they were playing game of thrones.
Soon she found herself sitting on a chair in front of a poker table.
Given the absence of chips on the table, the individual who had filmed had not had much luck. The man left the table soon after. He walked without stopping. He had a definite purpose, but his nonchalance indicated that there was nothing alarming about his movements. He was a regular. Soon he came to a gate guarded by two borgs.
To his astonishment, the guards blocked his way.
"The boss told us you haven't paid yet. Give him back the money you owe him and you can go home."
"Tch, I got the eddies. I'll pay him back tonight, after the show. Promise."
The two guards looked at each other uncertainly.
"Come on guys, I always pay my debts. I was told it would be interesting tonight. I don't want to miss it."
"Okay, but you're not leaving without paying the bill." Said one of the guards before stepping aside.
The man put a black bracelet that was on his wrist on the identification plate.
"Client number 9926. Access granted."
The door slid open and he stalked down the hall.
Along the papered walls, men and women lay. They were in a daze. Alcohol, drugs. There was no difference between the street junkie and the casino junkie. The only thing that differed was the quality of their clothes. The bodies intertwined lost in their limited ecstasy.
The man kept walking until he reached a red curtain down the hall. He pushed her aside and cries rang out.
"1000 on the woman!"
"500 on the boy!"
"Dear audience, bets will be closed soon. Please make your choice within the next five minutes!"
A crowd watched voraciously, the cage that sat enthroned in the middle of the room.
The man slipped with difficulty among the public.
He took a violent blow in the shoulder.
"Watch where you're going!" he said turning around. His gaze met that of a man in a black suit, beside him a woman gazed disinterestedly around the room.
The man slowly backed away
"Ahh excuse me, I didn't see you."
Terror could be heard in his voice.
But the bodyguard slowly approached him.
"I'm bored, we're leaving."
The man stopped at these words.
He turned, and disappeared with her into the crowd.
"Fucking corpos..." the man muttered.
Finally he managed to approach the cage. Letting appear, an agonizing spectacle.
A table had been placed in the middle of the room. Two people were installed there and in front of them placed in a velvet case were seven tears.
Many bets had been made with this drug. Macabre videos circulated featuring these bets with a tragic end.
However, the two competitors had one thing that set them apart.
Everyone had one hand chained to the table and looked terrified.
"The competitors are interesting today." Said the man observing a boy who was no more than twelve years old, who was crying hot tears and a very pregnant woman who should have been lying in bed for her delivery.
"I'll bet on the woman." He said before going to place his bets.
Soon the bets were over and the show began.
"On the right a pregnant woman dreaming of only one thing to see her husband and her two children again, On the left a boy who has not yet had his first beard, we found him wandering on the docks, he will not be missed Under this table a bomb has been planted, it will detonate if any of them take more than two minutes to pick and ingest a tear.Let the tear game begin!"
The boy was the first to catch a tear, he trembled as he brought it to his mouth and swallowed it.
The audience waited in silence, but nothing happened.
"tear 1"
The woman took the second, and squeezed it tightly in her hand to the point of almost crushing it.
"Monsters!Fucking monsters! " she screamed before swallowing it.
Suddenly she collapsed to the ground.
"Dimitri is it you? Dimitri save me!"
The man sighed in relief.
"Just hallucinations, I haven't lost yet."
"Tear 2, there are only five tears left, which one of them will choose the divine tear?"
No sooner had he finished this sentence than the boy also collapsed. He was shaking all the time but after a minute his body stopped moving. On his face was a stiff smile.
"The Divine Tear has been chosen. We have a winner!"
The victor lay on the ground as blood spattered his legs.
"Finally a victory." he said in the middle of the crowd who were screaming with joy or shouting with rage. Quickly forgetting the barbaric spectacle he had just witnessed.
Arya pulled out the shard at that instant. She didn't need to see more. Rage was on her face.
"Who are we going to kill?" she said coldly.
There was a new name to put on her list. Even if she didn't know it yet.