Game #3 Villain Says

John woke up on the cold floor. Pushing himself up slowly. Careful not to make any sudden movements that would make his head hurt.
He was a little scared and confused. He had not gotten any notes of late, so he feared for his life a little.
He looked around and wrinkled his nose a little when he saw Ruber lay on the floor. So he had to play a game with him now.
Then his eyes widened in surprise. Quickly getting on his feet and moving to the brunette woman laying on the floor. Kneeling down and taking her head in his lap. Gently caressing her head. "Izzy?" He said softly, hoping she would wake up. Then at least he could cross one worry out of his mind.

Messua's eyes fluttered open slowly. She surpressed a moan when a sudden pinch in her head appeared. For a moment she laid still, breathing softly in and out till the pain was gone. Then she started to lift herself up in a sitting position, while holding her head with one hand.

She looked around carefully, just to remember the room and a cold shiver run down her spine. What should they do this time? Wasn't the Russian Roulette enough?

Her glance fell on a blonde man, who kneeled next to a female body. Hopefully the woman wasn't dead yet. She recognized him. He was at the other game as well. And tried the gun first. Messua sighed and stood up. She made a few steps with shaking legs but then set herself straight and walked over to him and the table that caught her eye.

While walking past John, she softly and barely touched his shoulder. Then in front of the table she raised her eyebrow. She pressed her lips together. Do as I say to save your mate, huh? Messua tipped on her bracelet. She wasn't fond to find out with whom she was paired.

John was too focussed on waking up Isabelle that he didn't notice others waking up. Flinching a little in surprise as he felt a careful touch on his shoulder. Looking up and seeing the dark woman from the roulette game. What was her name? Him and his shit memory. Messua! That was it. "Hey." He said with a slight smile.
He noticed she was looking at something. Following the gaze of her and seeing the table with things on it. And the television screen. So this was a twisted version of Simon says. Well this is another way to fuck up people's childhoods.
John wondered who his partner was. With his luck it was going to be Ruber for sure. Noticing the bracelets on him and Messua. Then lifting Isabelle's arm to check if she had one. Noticing they were all of different colours. Looking over his shoulder to look at the other three sleeping people. So Dean was here too? He was paired with Messua. And the blonde woman was paired with Izzy. That seemed good, women were usually nice to each other in these situations.
And like he guessed he was paired with Ruber. Mentally cursing. He didn't have much faith that he would survive this game now. Well at least he could say good bye to his sister now if that was to happen. Gently wiping some hair from his little sister's forehead and placing a soft kiss on there.

She was on the cold floor, once again, and she felt very lightheaded. She looked around the room and there was a place, a place that did look familiar. Crap, it was the same room where Kayley got killed during the first game while being here, as she felt herself being a bit pissed off as another memory came. Her and Ruber were about to have sex down here until he dropped her, but, knew that the both of them were engaged, so, she smirked at the thought of them being wedded right after this. She then saw that there was a person with blonde haired the voice did sound awfully familiar and that was John. Her head was slowly up and so was her body as well. She then saw that Ruber was in the same room as her, and she widened her eyes. "Ruber!" She called out, and waved one of her arms to get his attention, hopefully, he could notice her. She then saw that someone was next to her too, and that was a lady that she could not recognize so, she gave out a small wave, and saw that Dean was here too, whom, did look familiar. She saw on her right wrist was a bracelet and she grumbled on whom she was going to get paired up with, and it was yellow. That brunette girl instead of Ruber, her finance, and she did remember Isabelle in the first game being partners with Ruber in the first game, until of course, Holly got his attention and made out with him, until he dropped her. Forget those awful memories, and time to concentrate on at least getting this game over with. As she was looking around as well, she found a television screen and a couple of things, which she assumed was going to be similar to Simon says. This was going to be fun with hell. "Bring it on." She said to herself, with a grumble, willing to get this game over with.

Messua pressed her lips together and was right about to let out an annoyed growl, when she heard a voice adressing her. She turned around and looked into John's eyes. "Hey.", she answered back, returning his smile with an own soft and warm one. "Seems like we are back in a game together again.", a cold chuckle escaped her lips.

"Seems like it will be as much fun as the other, huh?", she asked sarcastically. Hopefully the rest of them would awake soon. Her glance fell on a blonde woman that just raised up. Messua noticed that she hadn't met the woman before. How wonderful, new playmates. She rolled her eyes. Then looked back at John. "I hope the brunette in your arms is alright.", her voice turned back into it's calm and soft state. Didn't she already knew that there was no escape in here?

John forced a smile on his face when she talked about the game. A weird crooked one that hinted he was not that thrilled about these games. And who would be.
"I don't know which is worse. To know someone is gonna die or having to play a humiliating game with people you don't know and people you do know." He wondered how bad the tasks would be. He doubted he could ever look Isabelle in the eyes after this game.
Looking down at her and placing two fingers on the side of her neck to check the pulse. She was breathing at least. "She is of a tough build. She will be alright." He said bringing his hand to caress Izzy's head once more.
"How have you been?" He asked her. Not having seen her in the garden, but guessing she had had to participate in other games in the mean time.

Dean pushed himself up, centering the world as it was flying around him. This gas was going to be the end of him, after having been gassed so many times it was bound to have some effect on his body. Each wake-up call was worse than the last. He had to figure out what type of gas this was, so he could potentially handle the aftermath a lot better. The world aligned itself properly and he could see clearly again. 

He was back to the basement, or whatever this closed off room of horror was. Looking around, his eyes instantly locked on the area where his 'victim' had died. "Not again, please not again." Dean repeated in his mind, feeling his mask slip. Shaking his head, he renewed his fake confidence, and tried to find out what was going to happen. There was a grand total of six people this time, him included, and if this was some sort of sick game, the odds of him surviving was drastically lowered than the last time. Six people was perfect for a round of Russian roulette, if They decided that to be the right thing to do. There was no sense in it though. He noted his wrist had a coloured bracelet. Blue. Of course it was blue. Cursing under his breath, he looked towards the middle of the room. Horrible torture devices was atop of it, with a television right beside it. "Follow commands or your partner dies." it said, white letters on a black background. Yet again, Dean had the life of another person in his hands, tied together by a blue string of fate. 

Looking around, he spotted his partner speaking to John. If he did not follow commands, this woman would die. Another woman dead by his hand. He would have none of it. No matter what the television asked of him, he would have to do it. He had to. He couldn't bear to watch another woman die because of him. Not again. Going over to the wall, he simply sat down, leaning towards it and curling up. He didn't care about the mask right now, he just wanted to get out of here without someone's life on his conscience. It was heavy enough as it was.

As she was seeing lady in some voodoo outfit talking to some blonde haired guy, she noticed that the blonde haired guy was John, and she slightly remembered that was the guy that she and Ariel were chatting with when they were wall neighbors at the time. She walks over to the bunch as they were talking about this game being as "fun as the other" and she had nod and add her input in there. Although she was only involved in one game, this one did sound more fucked up than the last two, especially if it was going to be in one of those killed or be killed situation while trying to rescue the partner. "Hm, I agree. The last time, people were here and one person died due to this horrible smoke, now, we have to this. What are we, puppets?" She asked, sarchasitcally with a huff in her voice as she was going around seeing that another person just woke up, and she saw that the other person looked as though he was panicking and she ran up to him. "Hey, I know the pain. We all do not want to be in here, but, it's a must to do this game, even if we don't want to, we have to." She said, although being sarcastic in her voice, was trying to prove a very important part as so far, there have been many deaths lately. She did not get to know a lot of the people either, as only she only met a couple of people during one giant game and now this game, her roommates (including unexpected finance) and now meeting more faces in this place. She looked at her colored bracelet, and she was still pissed at the fact that she was going to be with the person, Isabelle, and instead, wanted Ruber, but, rules are rules and in order to not die, time too abide by the rules of this killed or be killed game. She looked at the items and television once again while looking for her partner and she rolled her eyes, thinking on how weirder and weirder these games were getting. Although she hated being in this place, she had to at least think of some positives which were Ariel before she died, which was her first friend, and then Ruber, her finance, and now meeting a person that was in her past, which was Anya. She was still looking for her partner, Isabelle, hoping that they would at least work together, without having to get accidentally killed in this type of situation, all they had to do was just at least follow the rules, and then, the game should at least be simple enough, hopefully, and although it had weapons, it should at least be at least a way to get out, which was of course, following the weird directions. "Ok, this should be, fun." She thought to herself as she rolled her eyes. She then found a brunette person in someone's hand, and that was him holding her partner that she had to help within the game and she got a flashback to her being Ruber's partner originally in the first game before Holly distracted Ruber with her sexualized body. "Oh, so, this is her.." She thought to herslelf and looked up at John, with a small sigh, hoping that she would at least wake up so, this game could at least start.

Ruber woke abruptly, having some woman yell his name. He opened his eye for just a second to understand who it was, and immediately regretted his decision. Groaning, he closed his eye again. A game he could handle, that woman he would rather not. This was the real torture.
"You're one sick fuck," he muttered under his breath and slowly sat up. Luckily Holly seemed to be distracted by other things. Hopefully she would stay that way. Their last meeting had been scarred onto his brain. It was something he would rather not repeat today. Or any day.
While he could, he rubbed his eyes and turned towards the table and the television. The rules seemed clear enough. The items on the table on the other hand worried him. And confused him. Was that an egg? An egg, seriously?
Upon realizing they had partners in this game, Ruber's heart stopped for just a second. Don't let it be her... Luckily it wasn't. Any other day, he would probably be worried about being paired up with John, but not today. Today he was grateful. John might hate his guts, but he was not a killer. That weak Dummy didn't have it in him. He supposed he would live to see another day, then.

The blonde haired young lady then heard another person just waking up and she heard a familiar groan, and it was her finance, Ruber. Although she did not get him as her partner, she was at least glad to see him since the room switch, and at least wanted to say hi to him before the game started, hoping that he would not die. She saw him slowly getting up and she ran up to him and gave him a quick hug and kiss on his lips. "Hey, so, we meet again in this time, a game. Let's just hope it ends quickly." She said, and saw the color of his bracelet and remembered that John had his coloring being the same as well, but did not want to say anything. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her breasts on his back, while he was sitting down. "Ruber, my strong man, as soon as this is over, we will hopefully me married." She cooed into his ear, hoping that would bring him some positivity when being in this hell-hole. She was moaning in his ear, and started to hump his back with her breasts, willing to take him back into his bedroom to have sex afterwards, but, that would have to wait until the game is over. She still continued to moan and rub her breasts on his back, as she saw that she he was looking at the items that were there. "They're dangerous, I know, pookie." She cooed into his ear, as she was wrapping her arms around his chest and started to kiss the back of his neck. "I love you, Ruber.." She cooed into his his ear and pulled her close to him. Although she knew that they, both were not going to be partnered up for this game, she just wanted a little bit of sexual intimacy with him before the game started. "So, I know you're still shocked with us being engaged and all. But, before the game starts, want to continue on where we left off, sugar?" She asked, and playfully slapped his hot ass. If they don't make love now, there was always the wedding night, where there could be a hell lot of banging.

Messua walked the few steps back to John and bent down beside him. "I'm glad she'll be fine.", she smiled again. The room got quite noisy, with everyone waking up. She sighed, in the calm atmosphere she had felt better. Her glance flew around and she raised an eyebrow at the other three prisoners. They were a weird group.

She turned her head back to John. "I have been well for the last days. Nothing serious happened. We could enjoy a garden for a while, but had to save a woman. Other than that... just talking, sleeping. Nothing interesting. How have you been?", she laid a hand on the brunette woman to check if she didn't had fever or something. But the gas just seemed to have knocked her out the most of them six. "What do you think will happen to us?", she whispered quietly.

John looked over his shoulder as he heard that other people begun waking up.
He recognized the blonde woman to be Holly from the way she spoke rather than her voice. She really was a persona.
John listened in to the conversation between Holly and Ruber. It sort of amused him that Ruber seemed so uncomfortable with Holly. What was that he had been saying back then? That he had gotten the better deal or something of that sort. It took some effort to keep himself from smirking. He was not going to start a fight in here with the man.
But the bit about the engagement was a new. Ruber didn't look like the type to engage a woman he just met.
John attempted to listen to Messua again, determined to focus on the conversation. "At least you got to enjoy the garden and save somebody." He sighed. "I went to the garden too with some people and we saw two people die." He said, conveniently leaving out that at least one of those was due to him.
"I wish I knew what was going to happen." He sighed.

Ruber had stiffened up as soon as Holly had begun touching him, but the more she spoke, the more the anger and genuine fear in him rose. This was not okay. This woman was absolutely nuts. She shouldn't be in a prison, she should be in a mental ward.
"That's enough!" he yelled and grabbed her hand. He grabbed it too hard, he knew that, she would probably get bruises, but he didn't care. This woman needed to get a grip and realize a thing or two. He was not her plaything. They were not getting married. He was not going to sleep with this mental case. She had driven him too far.
"You are a deluded psycho, okay? I am not your fiancé, I am not even your boyfriend. And I never will be. Get it?" The way he stared at her, with pure anger, was enough to make any sane person back off as soon as he released his grip on her. He hoped she would be as smart, but there was no way of knowing with this one. Hopefully this game would be over with soon.