Summary: Gi Hun meets the VIP's and a special guest
Gi Hun's Pov:
I barely slept all night, focusing on my friends and ensuring their safety. It was all a blur, but most of them seemed to be in their beds, with only a few staying up to stand guard. Hours passed until the lights in the dormitory were turned on again. The guards who were left there waited for everyone to get up until they passed out breakfast.
"Today, they will vote if they want to stay or leave. I am sure you can guess which one will win." How does he keep sneaking up on me?
"So you admit the system is rig." I snap
"No," he answers. "I've just been here long enough to know how this will turn out. Even in your first game, you voted to leave but came crawling right back."
"I needed the money!"
"So does everyone down there." He gestures to the screen. "No one stays here for fun."
"Killing them for your entertainment is not the answer. There people. People with hopes and dreams. Who have something to live for, damnit!" Again, I'm thrashing against my seat again, but it's no use. The restraints won't budge.
There is a long stretch of silence, during which the emotionless black mask stares at me before he finally speaks, "Funny how you don't consider yourself one of them." I still look at his monotone voice. "Did a little bit of money really change you that much? Enough to sacrifice innocent people for your own agenda?"
"I did that for the bigger picture."
"I don't know if you noticed, but this is the bigger picture." He gestures around him, "You think this could be accomplished in over three days without some grand scheme behind the scenes? Your little revolt was nothing more than a small hiccup on our agenda. Even if you had somehow succeeded in taking over the island, there are failsafes to protect the people in charge. You would all be dead before you see the sunlight."
He has to be lying. There has to be a way to get out of here that doesn't cater to those in charge. And I'm not like the others here. I'm here to protect everyone. To save not just the people on the island but anyone else who could fall victim. "I'm nothing like you."
"You seem to have been interested in the people in charge. So lucky you are to get special treatment."
"You call this special!?"
"You're not dead." Before spinning my chier to force me to look at the screen, he points out, "You remind me a lot of a younger me...We are the exact same person, heading down the extant same path. The way I see it, you have two choices: walk down my path or die."
"I thought I was special," I spit out.
"You are. You are being given a chance to climb up; everyone else will stay stationary."
"So I just have to push my friends down."
"Are they really your friends? You haven't even known them for a week, though I guess they are the ones you decided to protect." I bite my tongue to stop my retort. We have been going in circles all day, and the more he talks, the more information I can get. But he doesn't continue talking because more guards enter the room with chains, handcuffs, a suit, and a syringe.
"I will be taking you to meet the people in charge now. We can't have you causing any problems, tho, so we will be administering you a drug that knocks you unconscious until you are ready." One of the circle guards starts walking towards me, syringe in hand, and I start to struggle before I feel a sharp pain in my neck, and everything starts to fade
out. "Well, see you in a few hours." a sluggish voice says, and it's the last thing I hear.
A few hours later
The first thing I notice is the music. Some sort of Jazzy American tune is playing in the background and faint talking.
"I will say this: he sure can clean up nicely."
"What is it with these new rich people cosplaying the poor? Is there some thrill in it?"
"Oh look, I think he's waking up."
Slowly, I opened my eyes and almost immediately regretted it. My room is filled with blinding flashing lights of all colors, almost as if I were inside a bright rainbow diamond. Looking down, I see I am once again chained to a chair, this time a velvet couch, but they changed my clothes from the green and white tracksuit to a fitted two-piece suit. How did they get my size? I look up to see a group of men, wearing various gold animal masks, staring at me. The one in the middle, the one wearing the lion maks, is the first to greet me. "Welcome, boy. We have been very eager to meet you. Il Nam told us a lot about you." I flinch at hearing the name of the old man I once considered a friend. The thought of him talking about me to these heartless monsters sends a chill down my spine.
"You came here just in time," the one in the deer mask said, clasping his hands together, "they're just about to start voting, and we're betting on how many decided to change sides; my money is on 10 either way."
"I say 20 will change to O," grunts the Buffalo mask while drinking scotch, "I think they got pretty spoked in the raid and don't want to be on the bad side of the violent group that outnumbers them".
"What..?" I say, still feeling groggy.
"Do we really need to have him up here? He made us lose our best recruiter, " complained the one in the owl mask.
"We have plenty more where that came from, and it made for a good show," the panther one waved him off, "it's water under the bridge; now I want to see what's next."
"No, let's not waste too much time; the voting is about to start," and with that, everyone goes to their seats, and a pair of hands forces me to look at the screen.
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