Play Dead, Chapter 7
“Hold the
letters up a little higher. Higher...”
“Like
this?”
I'm hanging up the sign in front of our guild
house. It's been a month now and it's been hard but thanks to
everyone contributing we finally got our guild house.
The guild house is high in the mountains. We figured it is a good place to have it as it's away from the other guild houses. It's a long path to get here unless you teleport or you know the exact path up the long winding mountain. We don't have much of an infrastructure so far. There is a lot of space but the only thing that we have is one log cabin in the middle of it. It's a temporary place for us to sleep but it's something. We have a lot of space to build up more buildings if we wanted to. It just took a lot of time and energy. We chose the cabin because it was private but there aren't a lot of resources around. We do have huge walls though that Madden and I have been fixing up on our spare time.
“Perfect,” Madden says.
“Thanks for
helping me out,” I state, “The others are always out
training.”
“Sarafine's here...” Madden
states.
I almost forget
Sarafine. She is so quiet. She is useless as well for the most
part. She is out a few feet away attempting to make a garden. We
hardly had a place to lay our heads in this game and Sarafine was
making a useless garden. It was pointless trying to get her to help
though.
“Right. Well like I said. You're the only one around here who is much help.”
Demona and Noah were
leveling up in an area that spawned a lot of monsters. God only knew
where Hunter was. The guy was gone more than he was around. I knew
he would be though. No one ever knew where he went or what he did.
He just disappeared. That's what Hunter was good at.
Madden
smiles, “I'll always help you.”
We glare at one
another. Madden is so fucking cute. I've been spending more time
with him during this month than anyone else. He was willing to
sacrifice leveling up to help me with this guild house. I know we
were falling behind the others as far as leveling went but Madden
didn't seem to mind.
“You should
get out there. Demona's gonna get a big head if she is the strongest
warrior.”
Madden shrugs, “Let her get a big head.
I don't care. I like spending time with you.”
My heart
stutters when Madden says that.
“You
do?”
Madden smiles, “Yeah. Besides. These signs
aren't going to hang themselves. The real signs of leadership aren't
what level you are but what you are willing to sacrifice.”
He's
so smart. He probably should be the Guild leader. When we created
the guild I attempted to switch it over to him but Madden wouldn't
have it. He took the position as Deputy Guild leader though. He
said that I was better than him at this. I didn't understand what he
meant.
“How's the sign look?”
“Fire Walkers. I like the name. What made you think of it?”
I start nailing the sign into the front of the house. It's just Madden and I at the guild house. We had to spend 50 coins just on the goddam sign. This guild house was expensive and it was no where near as elaborate as the other guilds. We were still just starting out though. We were a small guild but we were a guild none-the-less.
“I thought
about it because of Noah. I don't know if I told you but in the real
world Noah couldn't walk. He was in a wheel chair. In this world he
is probably the fastest person we have on his feet. The ideas of us
being walkers is important. I want to share that miracle with
him.”
“So where did the fire part come
from?”
“Well fire walking has been around for
thousands of years,” I explain to Madden, “It's a test to
an individuals strength and courage. It was a rite of passage that
was used to bring people together. I know it sounds
dumb...”
“No...it's beautiful,” Madden says.
I look down at
Madden when he says that. I don't know why I lose myself in his
green eyes all of a sudden but it happens fast and there is no way to
stop it.
All of a sudden I'm
falling and Madden catches me just in time.
I am on top of
Madden somehow and we are laughing outside of this fucking guild
house as though we'd just encountered the funniest thing in the
world.
“You're the beautiful one,” I state.
It comes out of
no where but it's hard to ignore when I'm staring at this guy with
slanted green eyes and jet black hair. His hair has come out of his
bun when he fell. It spreads out on the floor like a black ray of
sun. His sexy lips fold up. His eyes squint at me.
“We have an audience...” he changes the subject.
He turns to his left and sure enough we both see Sarafine standing there with her flowers in her hand. She is just staring at us. The girl was always so curious as though she'd never in her life seen two guys wrestling around before.
I feel
uncomfortable all of a sudden. It's not because of Sarafine. It's
because I am catching more feelings for Madden. I didn't think it
was possible.
Ever since I found out that he decided to join
this game to find out what happened to my brother we'd gotten closer.
It's almost like we had this unspoken idea that we needed to make
the Manolo Corporation pay...no matter what.
“I'll go see if anything needs to be done inside,” I state.
I walk into the guild house at that moment. I open up my menu and pull a rug I got out of the inventory to lay it down next to the couch.
“You should
stop working so hard,” Madden says, “Take a load off.
Dehydration exists in this game. I've seen it when I was in the
Warriors of Light. You need to rest.”
He's followed me
into the house. I watch as he shuts the door behind him.
“I can't rest.
We need to be stronger. The moderators...”
I'm using my menu to move furniture around. It is going to take a lot of resources to get to anything like the Warriors of Light had. They also had a lot more guild members. Still their guild house was more like a fortress. If someone wanted to invade the Fire Walkers guild house they could just walk right in. The only defense we had so far was our remote location.
“I don't
care about the moderators,” Madden explains to me, “I
care about you.”
Madden grabs my hand. He distracts me and closes my menu by doing it. He holds me there for a minute and touches my hands. We look at one another and I just feel like this guy really cares about me. It's nice. I mean this was the man of my dreams and I'd been spending so much fucking time with him.
“I
can't...”
“That's it. Lay down and take off your
armor,” Madden says.
“What?”
“I'm
giving you a massage,” he tells me, “Old school massage.
No game tricks. No rogue body modification skills. No weird ass
white magic to heal you. I'm going to give you a real
massage...”
“Do I have a choice?” I ask with
a smile.
Madden raises
his eyebrow, “Naw. You don't. Clothes off.”
I do
what Madden says and grab two towels. I lay one down and put my
armor in my inventory. I'm completely naked under one towel. Before
I wrap the towel all the way around me I turn to see if Madden is
looking. He isn't. He is respecting my privacy like a gentleman and
turning away from me. That is such a fucking Madden thing to do.
Hunter would have been glaring me up and down a million times over.
I lay down on the ground and Madden comes over to me.
All of a sudden he opens up his menu and there are all these oils around.
“I thought you
said no game tricks.”
He laughs, “They are some
medical oils I got from town. Don't worry. It's all stuff that
exists in the real world. No game crap.”
“Hold on some messages are coming in for me,” I state and am about to open my menu.
Madden stops me
putting my hands down, “No. No game stuff right now. Just me
and you. Just us living right now...”
“I got a
feeling you don't like the game a lot,” I say.
Madden puts the oils on my back. His fingers are so strong. They start rubbing slowly up and down my back. I feel my back crack as he is rubbing it. His hands are SO fucking strong. I can feel how tense I've been for the last month getting this guild house up and going.
He leans over and
whispers in my ear, “Games are supposed to be fun. When our
lives are at stake it's not fun anymore. I know so many friends that
I've lost in this game already. They are dying for real. That's not
fun to me...”
His breath smells so good. It feels so
warm against the side of my neck.
“I don't
mind the game. I actually have friends here and people that care
about me,” I explain, “You have a life to go back to in
the real world. I have no one.”
“You have me,”
Madden explains.
I roll my eyes,
“Oh please. You barely even noticed me in the real world.”
“I
was blind,” Madden argues, “I apologize. But be honest.
Do you really think after how close we've gotten in just a month that
when we get back things will be the same?”
“If we
get back,” I correct him.
“Fine. If we get back. Do you think I wouldn't want to spend as much time with you as possible?” Madden asks.
I shrug, “Liam
and the others guys are there. Memories of Shaunie are back
there.”
“Have you noticed that since I decided to
join this guild I haven't brought up Shaunie...not even once?”
he asks.
I hadn't noticed
that. He's right though. As I look back he's completely right. The
day that Madden said that he came back to join the guild was the day
that he seemed to let Shaunie go. My heart is beating so fast in my
chest just thinking about it. Could he really have been over
Shaunie?
“What does that mean?” I ask him.
“Don't you see
it? I look at you now. All the time. I don't see Shaunie anymore,
Killian. I see you. I see you for who you are,” Madden tells
me, “I could be out training like the others. I could be
trying to get stronger but I don't care as much about that. To
me...it's all about you.”
I turn around and look at
Madden.
Madden is looking at me.
At that moment I
can see what he's saying. He doesn't have that glazed over look he
used to have as though he is remembering something from long ago.
Madden is living in the moment here with me. Our eyes connect and he
lowers his head.
Madden is
kissing me. His lips are soft. As I press up against those full
lips of his my heart is beating so heavy. It feels like real
emotion. It feels like something true.
Our tongues mash up and Madden gets on top of me. His muscular body presses down on me. He removes his armor manually and places it down next to him without bothering to put it in his inventory. His muscles flex over me. His strong powerful biceps hold me up to him. He kisses me pressing his tongue into my mouth. I taste his essence. It's so good.
“Damn I waited a lifetime for that,” I admit.
He smiles, “Well
I'm sorry I'm just now seeing you. But maybe from here I can spend a
lifetime making up for it.”
My mind wanders. I'm
scared. I'm thinking about Hunter at that moment. Things have been
awkard to say the least between Hunter and I in the past month. I'd
been pushing him away and he'd been avoiding me. I just didn't know
what he was willing to give me and I don't think he knew how much he
was willing to give me. He couldn't even give me the truth.
Still I'm
thinking about him while kissing the man of my dreams.
I'm stuck.
“Would you leave me?” I ask.
“Fuck no,”
Madden explains to me, “I'm here for the long run. I want to
share everything with you. I'm always at your side...”
And
that's what I needed to hear. Madden comes down on me again and
starts kissing me. Our tongues are interlocked.
Just then however the doors open and the others storm into the fucking guild house. Hunter is leading them.
I damn near push Madden off of me in horror when I see Hunter.
“Now I see why
you weren't answering your fucking messages,” Hunter tells me,
“You were too busy playing house with your lame ass
boyfriend.”
“Yo don't fucking talk to your guild
master like that,” Madden replies, “I told him not to
answer his messages...”
“Well then this is your
fault.”
“What is my fault?”
That's
when I notice the others.
“Oh my god!” I say.
Demona and Noah look beat up. Noah has about 5 percent health left and Demona has about 10 percent health left. Noah isn't even responding. He's just laying there. Demona is barely able to respond or react.
“We were
attacked...” Demona says, “By the Warriors of Light. If
Hunter didn't come save us we would have been dead.”
It has been forever since we heard about the Warriors of Light. This was a big virtual world. Clearly the Warriors of Light still wanted to take us out. They still wanted Sarafine and the fact that we were holding her probably wasn't a good thing.
“Fuck,”
Madden says, “I had no idea.”
“It's not your
fault,” I tell Madden, “We couldn't know that we would
have attacked.”
Hunter rolls his eyes, “You sure about that?”
“You trying to say something motherfucker? Why don't you take off that mask and say it to my face like a real man,” Madden tells Hunter.
Hunter takes off
his mask and gets in Madden's face. The two of them look like they
are about to butt heads and I'm kind of scared of how bad it is going
to be. We definitely didn't need two of our strongest members
ripping each other apart over this situation.
“I think it's very weird that you were in the Warriors of Light. In this huge game they just so happened to come across our people. And now they probably know we started a guild. That means they'll be starting to look for our guild house.”
“This is
NOT going to help them,” I scream out at them before turning,
“Sarafine...can you heal them?”
Luckily Madden and Hunter back away from one another.
“I'll need some time but I'm on it,” Sarafine says.
“Help him first,” Demona says.
I'm surprised when Demona reaches over and holds Noah's hand. I've never seen her so tender honestly. It's clear she is worried for him. I can't believe that the fucking Warriors of Light almost player killed two of my friends. A PK or player kill meant that you died in real life. They were willing to KILL two of my friends.
I'm so mad that I'm shaking. I'm literally fucking shaking at that moment.
She lays her hands
over Noah first and a magical white light appears illuminating him.
Sarafine's role as a white mage or a cleric means that she has a lot
of abilities that assist other players. She was useful and even
though she was low level she had more skills then other mages that
were higher level than her.
I look over at my friends and I just think I'm weak. Even if Madden hadn't distracted me and I had opened those messages how the fuck could I have saved my friends.
These people
believed in em.
Demona and Noah trusted me and I couldn't help them even if I wanted to.
I was far too weak to save the only people in this world that meant anything to me.
“How are they doing?” I ask Hunter.
He's standing up against the wall in the common room of the guild house. He has one foot lifted up against the wall and his arms crossed.
“Sarafine is
doing well as far as healing them. Your boyfriend went into town to
get some healing potions. He should be back soon. Those will
help.
“He's not my boyfriend.”
Hunter rolls
his eyes, “Man whatever.”
I sigh, “Hunter...thank
you...thank you for saving them for me.”
Hunter shakes
his head, “Whatever...”
“Really Hunter?”
I ask.
“How do you
want me to react?” Hunter asks me, “You were
fucking...you were fucking kissing him when I walked in.”
“For
starters I would have wanted you to react like you're reacting now,”
I tell him, “You acted like you don't care about me. All of a
sudden you see me kissing someone else and now you're so concerned.
How is that fair to me?”
“I didn't come
into this game for love...”
“Clearly.”
I
didn't get why he was so mad. I start walking away to check on my
friends but Hunter grabs me and pulls me back. For someone who
didn't come in this game for love he was sure being passionate right
about now. He isn't hiding behind his mask right now. His full
expressions are showing and Hunter is pissed. He's emotional.
“I thought we
had more of a connection than this. Just because I've had sex before
doesn't mean I fuck everyone. I thought we shared something
special.”
“A month ago. You've been ignoring me
since then.”
“I've been training to get
stronger.”
“While you were training Madden's been
spending all the time he could with me,” I explain to Hunter,
“He's put in the work to at least get to know me.”
“You
think I don't want to spend time with you!” he says then when
he realizes Sarafine is listening he lowers his voice, “I
wanted to spend time with you. I still do. Just because I didn't
give you the attention you needed doesn't mean you should think I
don't care. I came in this game to find a way to stop my father from
killing innocent people--- like you.”
I understand where
Hunter is coming from.
“Listen
OK. I get it. You have a purpose. I do too. I want to protect my
friends.”
“If you wanted to protect your friends
you'd spend less time making out with your boy toy and you'd get
stronger in this game.”
Hunter isn't wasting anytime getting rough with me. We are distracted though by someone teleporting into the Guild house. It's Madden. Hunter crosses his arm and goes back to his mysterious, silence when Madden materializes in the middle of the living room.
“Any
news?”
“I couldn't get any potions. Moderators
are all over the Origins and Yellow City. I had to teleport out of
there as fast as I could,” Madden explains.
I'm
confused.
“What does that have to do with
you?”
“This...”
Madden hands me a
flier. It's a digital flier. It has our names on it.
Wanted by Game
Moderators: Reward
Dead or Alive: The following player
characters are wanted dead or alive. Any player who records footage
of killing one of these players will be granted an additional level.
Madden
Hunter
Sarafine
Georgina
Noah
Killian
My heart is racing. This is impossible. I drop the flier to the ground. Hunter walks over to it and picks it up.
“We're
fucked,” I say.
“Where the
hell did you find this?” Hunter asks Madden.
“They are
damn near in every market in Yellow City and Origins,” Madden
replies, “I barely was able to get out of there.”
“They
are starving us out,” Hunter states.
“We can't
survive like this,” Madden explains to me,“Killian, the
towns are necessary to survive in this game. Maybe we should open up
dialogue with the moderators. Killian---”
I don't
respond. I don't know how to respond.
“That's a dumb
idea,” Hunter tells Madden, “They want Sarafine.”
“I
love Sarafine like everyone else. She's a cool girl, but is this
worth all of our lives?” Madden asks. “We need to head to
town. How will we resupply?”
“We just have to be
careful when we go into town,” Hunter explains, “We can't
be killed in town...”
“Not by players. What about
moderators?”
“We'll avoid moderators.”
“Not
everyone is a stealthy fucking assassin like you,” Madden
replies, “I don't see me sneaking around with 80 pounds of
armor.”
“Well then you won't be going to
town.”
“Who the fuck is talking to you anyway? I
was talking to Killian,” Madden answers before stopping,
“Killian. Killian where are you going?”
“I'm
going to sleep...”
“Sleep?” Hunter asks me,
“You're going to sleep at a time like this.”
Madden
pushes Hunter, “Yo---lay the fuck off of him. He's
stressed.”
“Stop fucking babying him,”
Hunter replies back, “He's tougher than you think. And put one
of those fingers of yours on me one more time and you'll lose
them.”
“Prove it,” Madden says.
I can't deal with this. A part of me wants to break Madden and Hunter up but I don't have the energy. I leave them. I leave them together.
This was the worst.
What was the
point? They might as well just kill each other now. It'd save other
characters from finding us and hunting us down. They were giving
people free levels ups just to kill us. There were characters who
would take that. It was easier than training and leveling up the old
fashion way. They just had to find one of us and kill us.
There was no point.
It was
pointless.
My heart is racing. Tears come to my eyes.
I failed my
friends. I would die here in this game. I would get everyone killed
in this game!
I fall asleep and I don't know what I'm thinking of. I'm just scared. I'm worried. My friends followed me when I made the decision to start this guild. Now we were the number one targets in this game. There was no replay in this game. You died and you died for real. There was no reset button.
I fall asleep with nothing.
“Killian...”
I'm
asleep. I see clouds all around me. I'm walking on them.
“Killian...”
There
is where I see a woman. She has a huge white gown. It flows into
the clouds. The woman has a a pale white face and hair so blond that
it's platinum. Her cheeks are red. Looking at her I don't know how
to feel to be honest. She's pretty but mysterious and strange. As I
approach her on the clouds I feel her presence all around me. It's
this deep...penetrating presence.
“Who are you?” I ask her.
Her eyes are glued on me. There is this blinding light all around her. It's hard to stare at her for too long.
“My name is
Celeste.”
“Is this a real?”
“Define
reality,” she answers, “Is reality the state of things as
they actually exist? Is reality a substance that isn't opposed to
idealistic or notional perfection. No. This place is imagined.
It's a figment of the imagination of Phineas Manolo just like
everything in Play Dead. What is reality to you, Killian Thomas?
How do you know you're real Killian Thomas?”
It's a
strange question.
“I think,
therefore I exist.”
“Then this place exists. It
thinks. Then it is real. You aren't dreaming Killian. I'm here
with you. You are in a reality within the game...a different
dimension. You are in a hack within the game which has been
initiated after you went into sleep mode,” this woman says.
Holy shit.
“Did you
create this hack?” I ask her.
She nods, “Yes.”
“Why?”
“I
need you to become my champion. There is a darkness coming Killian
and the players are in danger.”
“What
darkness?”
“His name is Phineas Manolo. He
created this world as a way to play God. Once someone has a taste of
true power I don't think they are ever willing to let it go.”
“Are
you saying he won't release us?”
She nods.
“That's
exactly what I'm saying.”
My heart races as I look at
this woman with her pale face. I'm scared to death. This wasn't
what I was expecting.
“He said---he
said he would release us,” I explain, “If we survived the
game.”
“He will release one of you. If you're
lucky. He has designed a world. He thought it was perfect. He
thought his dream was perfect. This has become his reality. However
Phineas made one mistake in his perfect design. Do you know what
that mistake is?”
“No...”
Celeste
smiles at me, “He didn't calculate the risks of human emotion.
He didn't see that maybe a few of the people who worked on this game
didn't want to trap people in his perfect world forever. He didn't
prepare for that.”
Was she one of the people? Was this
player that I am seeing actually a messenger from the real world? It
all feels so real but I know it's not. I've been in this game far
too long. Maybe that's what Manolo is counting on. He wants me to
believe that Play Dead is actually real. If it was real then that
would make him God.
“Why are you telling me this?” I ask Celeste.
“I need you to
be my champion. I will give you a gift. I need you free the players
of Play Dead Online.”
“Me? Why me?”
“She
believes in you. She will show you the way to my gift.”
“Who?”
“You
know her by the name of Sarafine.”
I'm confused.
Sarafine is coming up yet again. This is weird. Ever since
Sarafine came into my life everything went to hell. Now this woman
was basically telling me that this all circled around back to
Sarafine.
“Who is she? Who is Sarafine?” I ask.
“A better
question would be 'What' is Sarafine.”
“Excuse
me?”
“Sarafine isn't a real person. She is a
glitch in the game. She is completely unaware that she isn't a real
person. She is completely unaware that she isn't one of you. And
it's best you not let her know. She was designed to be a flaw in the
system. A flaw that you have to protect at all costs...”
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