## Virtual Reality

Post by Jay Candice » Sat Dec 01, 2012 12:14 am

I recommend that if you haven't read the previous two parts of the story, you should. This summary really isn't going to cut it if you want to really get into the mood. If I do say so myself, I rather enjoy what I did previously. Just try it out, even if it is a bit long. Thank you, everyone, if you decide to read this or not .
Part one: Camp Bound viewtopic.php?f=37&t=14522
Part two: The Island viewtopic.php?f=37&t=15352
Jami goes to a camp called Camp Bound. Once she gets there, she finds that she is alone, which is suspicious. Her parent leaves, and she is soon kidnapped and trapped in a dungeon. Using her head (not literally), she escapes. However, she is immediately recaptured along with two other girls, Elise and Melody. There they are told of an island conspiracy that kidnaps girls and will only let them go if a team of similar girls complete their challenges. Camp Bound is revealed to be an organization to combat this, accepting the challenge in an attempt to free those trapped in the island. However, none have succeeded in completing these challenges. The three girls accept this, agreeing to go on the island. While at Camp Bound, they learn different skills that will help them on the island. This includes, martial arts, rope tying, trap detection, escaping tie-ups, and survival skills. Eventually, they are ready to go to the island.
After arriving at the island, they are immediately sent on a set of challenges. They succeed time and again, but soon Jami gets separated from Melody and Elise, who are captured by a new enemy, a girl called Kylie. Jami escapes from Kylie's grasp with a girl named Katrina, who they had previously rescued. Together the two rescue another girl, an elite named Lucky Provo.
Meanwhile, Elise and Melody are mysteriously freed from captivity after a conference with the leader of The Island, Edvard Hansen. They travel to a mansion where it seems to be full with enslaved girls. Jami, Lucky, and Katrina expands their team with people from Lucky's old prison. They are Molly, Adrianna, Falan, Annie, Rain, Laura, Belle, and Sara. However, in the next challenge, Adrianna, Laura, Rain, and Molly all are captured.
In the mansion, Elise and Melody make friends with two girls, Trish and Jenna. However, Melody gets her archenemy, Tiffany, a terrifying martial artist with a cunning nerve. However, the four girls are planning an escape from the mansion.
Kylie is recruiting her own team. She gets Rebecca, a genius girl, and Tiffany, after Trish, Jenna, Elise, and Melody break out of the mansion. Trish soon explains that she was once an assistant, a girl turned over to the island, before going traitor and helping the Legend Team, a group of challengers that were stated to be the best of the best. They consisted of Lucky, Jenna, Kamea, Kylie, and Rebecca.
Jami soon discovers that they are getting inside help, a traitor of the island. Lucky doesn't believe it, but Jami thinks it is authentic. Soon their team is ambushed, and Annie and Falan are captured. The others deduce that it is possible they have a traitor among themselves, and start blaming each other, but Jami states that they have to trust each other.
An assistant named Erin is bullied, and is sent by a mysterious benefactor to help Elise, Trish, Jenna, and Melody. They decide to trust her, and they go to rescue a girl called Kamea. Over with Jami, they finally reach the final challenge, but it turns out to be a trap and they are all caught.
Last edited by Jay Candice on Mon Dec 03, 2012 7:45 pm, edited 1 time in total.
In the end, it matters not how many breaths you took, but how many took your breath away.
-shing xiong
We are not retreating, we are advancing in another direction
-General Douglas MacArthur
Fall down seven times, stand up eight
-Japanese Proverb

### Re: Virtual Reality

Post by Jay Candice » Sat Dec 01, 2012 12:18 am

THE BIG LIST OF CHARACTERS
Challenger's
Jami: Ha, she's the main character, you get to decide what she looks like! I think of her as fourteen, but it's not really official. Jami is clever and quick thinking, but modest as well.
Melody: She's a Korean of thirteen years old. She is more athletic than others, but somewhat naive and forgiving. You'll see.
Elise: The smart one. She thinks of plans. She has bushy brown hair, and is serious and cautious, as well as sarcastic. Fifteen, maybe fourteen, can't remember.
Team Jami
Lucky: An expert escape artist and combatant, Lucky is thirteen years old, with slightly wavy hair and a large bow on the back of her head. She has more experience than others, and tries to be cautious. Others respect her, and is often considered more important than other girls.
Katrina: She has dark hair and dark eyes. She knows Lucky, and is a closer friend to Jami then the others. She is somewhat reasonable, but also gets worried often.
Falan: Fifteen years old, and shortish blond hair. She is the cousin of Annie, so she likes to take care of her, and is very protective.
Annie: She is eleven. She's young, so she isn't as serious as the others, and is very fond of her cousin, Falan. The two like to stick together.
Sara: She's thirteen, and she loves her iPod. She has long red hair and some headphones and earbuds, whichever is more convenient at the time. She is constantly listening to it, which ticks her companions off.
Bella: The quiet girl. She doesn't like to talk, or be talked too, preferring to keep her emotions to herself.
Team Elise and Melody
Jenna: She has short blond hair, and is fourteen and a half, but she's kind of short, so she doesn't look it. She has blue eyes that are described to be quite large.
Trish: An Asian girl, she is fifteen, almost sixteen. She has an interesting past and another secret.
Erin: A girl that was once an assistant, but has since defected to their side. ‘Nuff said.
Kamea: Seventeen, of Hawaiian descent. She’s older than the others, but is shorter than average. She’s tanned, even though she’s been in a cell for weeks (magic skin!).
ANTAGONISTS:
Kylie: The main opponent. A pretty girl who is constantly getting in the way of our heroes. She considers her subordinates as tools, so thus she finds them expendable.
Rebecca: An African American girl who has an IQ of about 400. She is a living computer, a real genius, and is behind the mechanics and technology in the entire island.
Tiffany: A fighter. She is a pretty blond, but she isn't dumb. She is an expert martial artist, excelling at Krav Maga, Eskrima, Hung Gar Kung fu, Wing Chun, Kickboxing, and Savate.
Edvard Hansen: The man behind the island. He believes that the island is a sanctuary for those who shares his interests, where they can have bondage in peace from others who thinks it is wrong. In other words, he's a psycho.
Ms. Britt: Ed's secretary.
Liam: Edvard's helper. A wealthy young man who really doesn't want to do anything, he is one of those responsible for the tremendous funding that the island receives.
In the end, it matters not how many breaths you took, but how many took your breath away.
-shing xiong
We are not retreating, we are advancing in another direction
-General Douglas MacArthur
Fall down seven times, stand up eight
-Japanese Proverb

### Re: Virtual Reality

Post by Jay Candice » Sat Dec 01, 2012 12:19 am

I woke up, blinking. Of course, I had been in similar situations, recently, so it really wasn’t much of a surprise that I was in a cell.
My containment room, I should say, was dark, cold, and very stereotypical. It had bars, was gray, a dim white light, and very gloomy. As far as I could tell, I was alone. From the looks of it, in front of the bars was also a long sheet of plastic, or glass, or something like that. Transparent.
I didn’t even bother to try to get out of my bindings. I mean, at this point, there really wasn’t a point. Thinking on it, why even bind me if I was in a cell with top security (probably), when I had no chance of getting out? Tradition, I guess.
To explain it, I was on an actually pretty comfy bed. I had no blanket on top, so I had a pretty good look at what was restraining me. My feet were each tied to the bottom corner things, what were they even called? Whatever. My hands were high above me, hanging from a hook, but not at full extension, so I could just let them hang limp right there. My arms were sore, but it wasn’t like I could just let go. As always, the rope work around here was expert quality. Dang it.
I wasn’t gagged, which was a semi-surprise, I guess. That was starting to feel like a tradition as well. I was dressed in a white T-shirt, and a diaper, which was new. I guess they didn’t want me making a mess all over there cell.
There was a nightstand next to my bed, which had a glass of water. It reminded me how thirsty I was. I blinked. Gosh, we messed up, didn’t we?
An immediate sense of guilt surged through my body. I had lead my friends into a trap. It LOOKED plenty suspicious, that was sure. I mean a dark hallway? Dark room? Why didn’t I see it coming? Stupid!
Here I was now, waiting to be rescued. Like this hadn’t happened before.
The door opened so silently that I almost didn’t notice. Almost.
It was Kylie. Super.
“Hello, Jami,” She said.
“I would greet you back, but I’m not sure we’re on first-name basis,” I replied coldly.
“How are you?” She continued, giving no regard to my previous comment.
“Uh, annoyed at the person standing a few feet in front of me? Does that work?”
“How does it feel to have lost?” She said, smirking.
“I’ll show you if you untie me. It won’t hurt a bit.”
She looked at me as if I was a toy. Or a puppy, or some other thing that you really don’t want to be. “Well, just to make it clear, it isn’t over yet.”
I was silent. Over time, I had learned that it wasn’t exactly smart to just listen to everyone and anyone. What people say, especially like this, can easily be lies. So I won’t say I took her 100% seriously.
“Sadly, we cannot win, especially now,” she continued, “in such a situation. You see, somehow, you have gotten farther than most of the average challengers. As much as it is a pain, this challenge requires all the challengers, which means we are two short.”
“You learned to count. Congratulations.”
A flash of anger appeared in her eyes, but it disappeared in seconds. Still, I couldn’t help feeling satisfaction at finally piercing that calm, cool personality. It was back in a heartbeat. “I wouldn’t talk to me like that, seeing as you’re the one bound and I’m the one free.”
“I wouldn’t talk like that either, seeing as I’m the one with a brain, and you, brainless.”
“Big talk from the girl tied to a bed,” She smirked. “Anyhow, unfortunately, since you arrived early, you’re going to have to wait here for who-knows-how-long until your friends show up. Got that?”
And with that, she promptly left the room.
In the end, it matters not how many breaths you took, but how many took your breath away.
-shing xiong
We are not retreating, we are advancing in another direction
-General Douglas MacArthur
Fall down seven times, stand up eight
-Japanese Proverb

### Re: Virtual Reality

Post by Karina82 » Sat Dec 01, 2012 1:02 pm

Thanks for continuing!
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### Re: Virtual Reality

Post by nyloncaptive87 » Sun Dec 02, 2012 1:31 pm

Great beginning to the third section, Jay. I've really enjoyed this trilogy, and I hope its still fun for you to write it^^

### Re: Virtual Reality

Post by Jay Candice » Sun Dec 02, 2012 6:06 pm

Sorry, no bondage this time. But this part is essential, it needs to be there.
I woke up, unbound. But there was something distinctly different about her surroundings.
Firstly, I was not bound, which was crazy. That didn’t happen pretty much at all anymore.
Secondly, there was nothing. It was a blank white scene everywhere I looked, white floor, white….. Sky? White walls. It was as if I was in a great white room with no end, and the ceiling was the sky, all the same color. Even my clothes were white, a white T-shirt and shorts, which I preferred over the diapers earlier. I didn’t have any shoes though, and my bare feet felt that the floor or whatever it was felt artificial, man-made.
“Hello.” I turned, there was a young man, with a friendly smile. He was dressed in jeans, and a long black coat that touched his ankles. He was handsome enough, but it was the look of relaxation on his face that startled me a little bit. It was a look that proved he had answers, proved he knew what was going on. I knew it.
“Who are you?” I asked hesitantly.
“Me?” He raised an eyebrow. “I’m Liam, and you’re Jami.”
“Looks like I’ve made myself known,” I commented. “Where am I?” The surroundings were blank and bleak, just like they were before. It was creepy, unrealistic. It definitely sent me on edge.
“A good question,” He stated. He stared at the landscape as if was no big deal.
“Are you even real? Is this a dream?” I asked anxiously. I had never been in a dream this realistic before, or ever aware that I was dreaming. It was called lucid dreaming, I think.
“I am real, and this is not a dream, but it’s similar,” He replied. “My name is Liam. This is my creation.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Good job, did you just get started?”
He laughed. “Just like I’ve heard, you have the sensitivity of a blunt axe.”
“Thank you. So where am I, for the second time?”
“This is a simulated reality, all inside you and I’s heads. Have you ever watched The Matrix?”
“That movie with Keanu Reeves in it?” I asked. I think I had heard of it somewhere.
“Precisely,” He said, nodding.
“Then no, not really,” I admitted.
“Then think of it as this,” He said. “We are both sharing a dream, but outside of it, there are other people completely controlling what happens in our two dreams, connected how they are.”
“Your saying that I am dreaming now?” I said skeptically.
“No,” He said flatly. “At the present time, your body is in a coma-like state. Right now, the your consciousness, the thing that I am talking to right now, is in an avatar that is similar to your appearance in what we would call the ‘real world’. Do you understand?”
“So what you’re saying is,” I said slowly. “That I’m asleep somewhere, and this is my mind?”
“Close enough,” He replied. “We, as in the creators of our little Island that I’m sure you know so well, have created a reality similar to the one that you experience in the real world.”
He threw an orange at me that I was sure he didn’t have before. “Eat it.”
I peeled it, and looked at it for seeds. If this was a dream world, then eating a poisoned fruit shouldn’t be able to kill me, right? I bit into it, tasting the acidic juice and orange-y flavor, just like it was supposed to taste like.
“It tasted like an orange, didn’t it?” He asked.
“Duh.”
Liam rocked a little bit on his feet. “What you taste as the taste of an orange are merely electrical signals from your nerves into your brain. The taste, touch, sight, feeling, everything are merely signals that your brain interrupts. With our reality, we can replicate those signals.”
I blinked. “What you’re saying is, you’re sending artificial signals to my brain, to make this place!”
He beamed. “You caught on quite fast. Precisely. Our research spent countless years recording the effect and signal different tastes, touches, smells, and so on had on the brain. We then created our own electrical signals identical to those sent by nerves to the brain. It was only a matter of creating a machine that could send artificial signals that we created, and we have our virtual reality.”
“So,” I said slowly. “How is this different than the Matrix in that movie?”
“It is quite similar,” He answered. “You see, the Matrix in the movie also creates a simulated reality, thus the name The Matrix. However, once you know the rules of the Matrix, you can bend and break rules of reality, as they are just a computer program. However, the rules of our reality are different. Instead of being programs, they are instead only what you interpret. You feel gravity, but maybe that is just a signal that makes you think you are on the ground? Make sense?”
“No.”
Liam tossed me another orange. “See that? How do you know that you actually caught it?”
“I can feel it,” I said. “I saw it fly through the air.”
“Aah, but as I said before,” He said with a smile. “How do you know that the sight of the orange is not just another signal to your brain? That the touch of this ‘orange’ is not just another electrical pulse sent to your nerves? Is there a difference?”
He was starting to make sense now. Just a little.
“We call this reality, Sapienta. Or ‘Sap’ for short. Sap is based on real rules of our world. In the Matrix, you can dodge bullets, and fly, and do all sorts of crazy stuff. However, in Sap, we can manipulate reality. Just through outside interference.”
Liam snapped, and suddenly, the air became frigid. The floor turned to ice and we were suddenly standing on an iceberg, floating along. The sky was blue and the sun shining brightly, but it was as cold as Antarctica, and for all I knew that was where we were.
“It’s c-cold,” I chattered. “B-but that’s j-just electrical signals to my b-brain, right?”
He beamed, and snapped again. Suddenly the wind howled in my ears, and we were looking down at a busy city, with cars honking, the wind howling, and the chatter of unknown people below.
“This is the Empire State Building,” I realized. I had been there before, once, when my parents and I had visited New York.
“In here, in Sap,” He stated, his voice clear and easy to hear despite the howling wind, “we are practically gods. Inside, only myself has the power to manipulate what happens. But outside, those programming it, they can do anything as well. This is what we’ve spent years perfecting, as our ultimate challenge.”
In the end, it matters not how many breaths you took, but how many took your breath away.
-shing xiong
We are not retreating, we are advancing in another direction
-General Douglas MacArthur
Fall down seven times, stand up eight
-Japanese Proverb

### Re: Virtual Reality

Post by DMC13 » Sun Dec 02, 2012 6:41 pm

Awesome...
I don't care.

### Re: Virtual Reality

Post by Karina82 » Sun Dec 02, 2012 7:13 pm

Cool! I wonder what's going to happen.
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### Re: Virtual Reality

Post by Jay Candice » Sun Dec 02, 2012 7:50 pm

Hmm, well, that was quick.
In the end, it matters not how many breaths you took, but how many took your breath away.
-shing xiong
We are not retreating, we are advancing in another direction
-General Douglas MacArthur
Fall down seven times, stand up eight
-Japanese Proverb

### Re: Virtual Reality

Post by Jay Candice » Mon Dec 03, 2012 10:09 pm

Here we are, plenty more to come.
I woke up in an all-too-familiar landscape, the blank white one.
The virtual-reality Matrix thing. I had a hard time believing it, but it was a different thing to experience it. It was weird, thinking that nothing was real; it was just my own brain playing tricks on me. What the heck. This was crazy.
“Your back,” I turned to see Liam approach me again. He was dressed in jeans and a sweatshirt. If I hadn’t seen him before, he could be any other mildly good-looking guy. This was driving me nuts.
“Hey,” I said. “Was I sleeping?”
“We let you sleep for some time,” He replied. “Doing this thing is an exhausting toll, even for those who have done it multiple times before, such as me.”
“So,” I said. “You kind of left off on ‘ultimate challenge’.”
“I did,” He agreed. “Sapienta was designed to create things that even with all our resources, we could never do in real life, while still semi-realistic. Kind of.”
“Hmph,” I said. “If it’s sort of like real life, then why couldn’t you have done it just in real life? You seem to have the money. You got an entire island and all this crazy technology that you could actually use to SOLVE the world’s problems. Hint, hint.”
“I’m not in charge. You can’t buy everything,” Liam replied. “Which is the main reason why this was created.”
“Don’t you think that you could use all this money and technology to actually solve the world’s problems?” I asked. “You know, end hunger, poverty, give people an equal chance? That sort of thing?”
“It wasn’t my idea,” He said with his hands raised. “I am pretty okay with that, but no. Anyhow, your challenges will revolve around the twelve months, getting more difficult as you get through all twelve.”
“Twelve challenges?”
“You heard me right,” Liam said. “If you pass all of them, you win. Simple as that. If you fail, well, explanatory. The good news is, only one of your trio needs to complete the task given to you, which will depend on what month you are on.”
“Our trio,” I repeated. “Does that mean only the three of us, Me, Melody, and Elise will be doing this?”
“No,” He said. “Your friends, whoever you brought with you, will also be helping, but they cannot complete the challenges. Sometimes you will have all your friends, sometimes none. It really depends on how nice they’re feeling outside.”
He gestured into the air, and suddenly we were at the Empire State Building again. The wind was roaring, the city below, but something was different. This time, there were no rails or gates to prevent people falling off.
Oh yeah, and I was tied up. My arms were roped together behind my back, and my elbows as close as they could. It was painful, and tight. My ankles and knees were also tied together. The cords didn’t even seem to have knots, they were just really, really tight loops around me. I could barely move, and my limbs were practically glued together.
“How did I-“ I began, but he cut me off.
“You forget that in here we control everything, we can do anything, even without you noticing.” He snapped, and suddenly my mouth was filled with a rag and about five pieces of tape were sealed over my mouth.
“Mmmph!” I muffled angrily, wrenching at my bonds. He picked me up and started carrying me over to the edge. My eyes widened as I realized what he was doing, and I wrenched at the bonds, but they were too tight, too strong.
He dropped me off the edge.
I can’t begin to describe how terrifying it was. The ground getting larger, and speeding towards you faster than you can think. You can’t move, you can’t flail, but your trying, and your heart was filled with terror. I closed my eyes.
I found myself in the blank landscape again. Except I was ungagged and now in a hogtie. Liam was sitting in a chair, examining his fingernails.
“If I wasn’t tied up,” I said venomously, “I’d beat you to a pulp.”
“Then it’s lucky for me that you are tied up,” He stated. “A rule is, if you die, then you are immediately out of that months challenge, until your friends also die, or complete the challenge. You aren’t out of the challenge until you do die in our little virtual reality. Of course, our main aim will be to capture, not to kill, so there is a chance that you will be able to rescue each other. If you wait too long, we might just kill you virtually just to make something happen.”
“Wow, that’s great,” I said sarcastically.
“You do have an audience,” He replied. “Not only that, but your rivals, Kylie and Tiffany will be hindering your progress many times, I should think. Don’t let your guard down.”
“Why are you helping me with this, then?” I asked.
“I’m not so sure you’ll succeed, but it would be quite interesting if you did,” Liam replied.
I shifted into my bonds, but the hogtie was super strict, I could touch my fingers to my bare soles. It was uncomfortable, and the ropes were probably inescapable, they didn’t even have knots to pick on. At least I wasn’t gagged. “So, when do we start?”
“Soon,” Liam replied. “Your friends, Melody, Elise, and their allies will fall into a similar trap that you and your friends did. I did not expect Kamea to be with them, however.” A look of great interest sparked in his eyes when he said this.
“Who?”
“Oh, someone,” He replied, evenly. “You’ll find out soon, when the year begins.”
In the end, it matters not how many breaths you took, but how many took your breath away.
-shing xiong
We are not retreating, we are advancing in another direction
-General Douglas MacArthur
Fall down seven times, stand up eight
-Japanese Proverb

### Re: Virtual Reality

Post by DMC13 » Tue Dec 04, 2012 5:30 pm

Again: woah.
I don't care.

### Re: Virtual Reality

Post by Jay Candice » Wed Dec 05, 2012 9:23 pm

Melody looked at the girl, Kamea. She was indeed short, but she was seventeen, so she was still taller than most of them. She had raven hair and eyes, and tanned skin despite being stuck in a dark cell for weeks. Totally not fair.
After she had expressed her gratitude over being rescued, they were now at the entrance of a very intimidated building. So the six of them, Trish, Elise, Erin, Kamea, Jenna, and herself had decided to stay a night here.
“This place looks familiar,” Kamea stated, looking down the dark tunnel. She squatted down. “There have been people here before, probably at least semi-recently.”
Melody liked Kamea, she was a nice person from when they had talked, however briefly. Might as well get to know each other. “Have you been here before?”
Kamea glanced back. “Lots of those imprisoned here have been tons of places, but I don’t know about this place. It’s like it’s on the tip of my tongue, I can remember it, but not. Strange feeling. But people have been here, I’m sure of it.”
Melody watched Elise, Trish, and Jenna trying to do a contest of who could tie each other up. They were going down and dirty, wrestling on the ground. “Maybe it’s Jami and her friends.”
“Who’s she?” Kamea asked.
“She’s one of the original challengers, but I haven’t seen her since we split up,” Melody replied. “Real nice person. You should meet her.”
“You’re a friendly person,” Kamea noted, now she too was staring at the wrestling contest nearby. “Trusting too, which could be a fault. You barely even know me.”
“I know that Trish trusts you,” Melody said. “That’s good enough for me.”
“Likewise.”
And the two watched Trish being tied to a tree by her friends.
In the end, it matters not how many breaths you took, but how many took your breath away.
-shing xiong
We are not retreating, we are advancing in another direction
-General Douglas MacArthur
Fall down seven times, stand up eight
-Japanese Proverb

### Re: Virtual Reality

Post by Jay Candice » Thu Dec 06, 2012 3:20 pm

Elise marveled at their poor security. She and Trish had spent the entire night being tied up, and halfway through they had been joined by Jenna, when Melody and Kamea had decided to have some fun and ambush her in the night.
She supposed that everyone was getting a bit tired, and reckless. But she didn’t mind. After all, they were here.
Currently, staring at an ominous tunnel with small lights, going in did not exactly seem like a good idea. It was obviously the right way to go, but Elise had a bad feeling about it.
“Footprints,” Jenna announced, looking carefully at the flattened dirt. “Maybe a day old, probably two or three.”
“Nice,” Trish said. “What do you think about this tunnel here?” She let the question hang out. Elise supposed it was to no one in particular, as no one was answering.
“It’s the entrance to Sapienta,” Erin said quietly.
Kamea raised her eyebrow. “What’s that?”
“It’s some sort of computer thing, I think. I don’t know too much about it.”
“I’ve never heard of it,” Trish said.
“It’s only been done recently,” Erin explained. “I don’t know much about it, but it’s supposed to be really difficult.”
“All the more reason not to go in, right?” Melody piped up. “I mean, from the looks of it, Jami and her friends went hear, and it doesn’t exactly look like they walked out, right? What if we can’t handle it either?”
Kamea stared at her critically. “You’ve got a point there. Funny, I’ve never heard of it either.”
“But it’s not like we can’t NOT go in,” Elise protested, shaking her head at how stupid that sentence came out. “I mean, we have to do all the challenges we can, and if Jami’s not okay, then we have to go rescue her, right?”
“Maybe there’s a back entrance,” Jenna suggested.
As it turned out, there wasn’t. The six of them had searched four hundred yards in every direction, and hadn’t found any opening other than the one that was obvious. Trish had said that it might be hidden, but Elise didn’t think so. She figured it was one way in, one way out.
It occurred to Elise that this place was very, very close to the volcano. She figured that all these crazy islands had to have volcanoes. It was like an island thing. She figured that if this place wasn’t out to the enslavement of teenage girls, then it would have probably been a nice vacation spot. Too bad.
Eventually the six girls ended up back at the entrance.
“I say,” Elise said, “We just go in the dang thing, trap or not.”
“I vote no!” Erin protested. “I bet it really IS a trap, and then we’ll all just end up like Jami.”
“Well, what else can we do?” Elise asked. Erin was a complete chicken. She never wanted to do anything. “You want us to just walk away?”
“Yes! That would be great!”
“This really is looking like a trap,” Jenna muttered. “But that doesn’t mean that we shouldn’t walk into it.”
“That makes no sense,” Melody stated.
“Yes, it does,” Jenna replied. “Essentially, everything on this island we go to, knowing it’s a trap. All the challenges are traps, really. We always just choose to go through them. Catch my drift?”
“So your saying we should just go in, knowing they’ll be waiting?” Kamea said.
“Yes.”
She shrugged. “Works for me.”
“We’re armed,” Trish said, twirling her shock rods. By now, Elise knew that everyone was carrying one, even Erin. “I bet we’re better prepared than that Jami girl and her team. Even if she has Lucky with her.”
“Maybe,” Elise said. Jami was pretty tough. But if she was in there, they HAD to find her. Despite not knowing her long, Elise missed her so much it hurt. Just having someone who had been with her from the beginning was a reassurance. Elise was still amazed that she had pulled off all she did by herself. Get a new team? Go off for this long? Melody and her had barely done it themselves, and they had had help.
“I still say we don’t go in,” Erin said.
Trish rolled her eyes. “A vote then? All in favor.” Four hands were raised, the only ones opposed were Melody and Erin.
“Outvoted,” Kamea declared. “Let’s go.”
In the end, it matters not how many breaths you took, but how many took your breath away.
-shing xiong
We are not retreating, we are advancing in another direction
-General Douglas MacArthur
Fall down seven times, stand up eight
-Japanese Proverb

### Re: Virtual Reality

Post by Jay Candice » Thu Dec 06, 2012 10:56 pm

Trying to post a bit more, I still got a lot of stuff coming. I need to really get to the "main event" part, you know?
“The rules of Sapienta do not follow the rules of reality,” Liam repeated as he walked back and forth, pacing in front of the chair I was sitting on.
Or more like, taped on. My wrists were crossed and taped behind my back with dark blue duct tape. Likewise, my ankles were taped to each chair, my knees to the base of the chair, and my belly to the back. Tape was wrapped around my head, sealing my lips. I was dressed like I have been recently, white T-shirt, white short. Same old, same old. Nothing new.
I would have told this guy that I think I had gotten this entire “virtual reality” thing even before being forced to watch the Matrix movie in a hogtie. But whatever. It wasn’t like I could actually voice my opinion.
“The scenarios will be strange odd, and require more of you than anything that has been asked of you before,” He continued. “Yes, even those of that on the island. Fortunately, you will be given a clear task to complete, and if you wish to continue, you will complete it.”
His little lectures were reminding me a lot of the pep talks that Elise, Melody, and me had gotten back at Camp Bound. Go figure.
“There will be virtual people with personalities in the Sapienta,” He continued. His face suddenly became much more serious. “The most important part about this is remembering that they are not real. They are simply programs, codes, mere numbers. They do not have thoughts and feelings no matter how much they appear to.”
He snapped his fingers, and suddenly, I was freed, not taped and not gagged. We were standing in a room about the size of a school classroom. It was all metal, and there were no doors. It was a rectangular room. There were handcuffs attacked to the wall, obviously for someone’s wrists to go in (typical). They were at a height that forced someone’s arms high above their head, probably to full extension.
My bare feet were cold against the metal floor. Liam walked up beside me with a young girl about my height.
I gasped. The girl was me.
In an instant I saw myself leap at me (how weird does that sound?), grabbing my waist and slamming against the metal on the ground. I knew it was just electrical signals to my brain, but it still hurt a heck lot.
“You will be sent tricks like this along your challenges,” Liam said. “Get up.”
My clone let me up and walked by Liam. She looked exactly like me. Same figure, same height, same face, eyes, clothes, everything. Except she had a small smile of amusement that I didn’t have.
“This facsimile is you, essentially,” He said. “It even imitates your fighting style.”
“You know how I fight?” I asked. “How is this even possible?”
“Is it really so hard to believe?” He asked. “When you and your buddies were fighting in the dark, in our trap, why do you think we didn’t just shock you into unconsciousness? We were studying you, finding out how you thought and reacted. And this is our results.” He gestured to my clone.
“I can sort of believe that,” I admitted. It wasn’t all that far-fetched from what was happening right now. But still, it was weird. Like seeing your reflection. I wondered if this was how twin’s felt. But they had grown up with each other. This was, just weird. Wrong. This wasn’t even real.
“Care to test out her skills?” Liam asked.
“No,” I said truthfully. “If she’s me, then won’t we just end up in a draw?”
“Maybe, you’ll see.” With that, my twin came at me. We were at least fourteen feet away, but she closed the distance in a single stride, striking at my head.
I saw it coming. I ducked and swept my leg out, hoping to hit her ankles. But the clone jumped and did some twisty-aerial-cartwheel thing and landed on my other side. I punched at her but she caught my wrist with inhuman speed.
She wasn’t just like me. She was an upgraded me, that probably was way, way better. She twisted my arm into a lock, and my elbow burst into pain. I winced, but that was nothing compared to the roundhouse kick that sent my flying.
I skidded at least ten feet, my side burning as the hard ground scraped against my clothes. Something told me that if this was real, I would be have broken ribs from that hit. There was probably no human on Earth that could kick that hard, it felt like it held the power of Chuck Norris and Bruce Lee at the same time.
“I thought you said that it was human,” I coughed, clutching my stomach. There was no way any human could be like the opponent I was facing. There was just no way.
He raised his eyebrows. “Did I? I don’t recall.” With that, the girl came at me again.
If she had my fighting style, then maybe…..
My eyes shifted to the handcuffs on the wall. That would do it.
She came at me and I shifted my head right at striking distance. The strike was too fast to follow, but I could tell that it missed. Yes! I knew she would do that! Myself, I always tried to go for the head as my first move. If I could identify my own fighting style, then this would be a piece of cake.
I ducked a kick, crouching low, and then sent one of my own at her. She was too fast and sidestepped. I rolled to get out of the way.
She snapped two punches, but I blocked them with my forearm. The blows stung, but I sent a kick into her ribs. The girl barely flinched, but I could register pain on her face. Pain on MY face. It was odd, hurting myself.
That moment of hesitation was all my copy needed. She recovered and slammed her shoulder against me, and I rammed against the wall. She sent a punch at my face but I ducked just in time. Her knuckles rammed into the metal wall.
I saw my own face squirm in pain, and the girl that looked like me clutched her fist. She might have been a virtual program, but she was based off of a human. Off of me. They could still feel pain.
She sent a weak punch at me with her other fist, her left hand. I was right handed, so she was too. It was her weak hand. I dodged the blow and grabbed her wrist, wrenching her to the handcuffs on the wall. I snapped it firmly onto her wrist and dragged the other arm, doing the same, so her hands were imprisoned in metal above her head.
I backed away as she wrenched at the handcuffs, and I panted, exhausted.
“Well done,” Liam said. He looked mildly impressed, as if amazed that I would win. Sheesh. The guy underestimated me.
“She doesn’t talk,” I noted.
“It’s the biggest difference between you two,” He joked. “One can’t stop talking, one can’t talk at all.”
“Ha ha.”
In the end, it matters not how many breaths you took, but how many took your breath away.
-shing xiong
We are not retreating, we are advancing in another direction
-General Douglas MacArthur
Fall down seven times, stand up eight
-Japanese Proverb

### Re: Virtual Reality

Post by DMC13 » Fri Dec 07, 2012 8:09 pm

I get the feeling you've recently seen the Matrix...
I don't care.

### Re: Virtual Reality

Post by Jay Candice » Sat Dec 08, 2012 12:28 am

To be completely truthful, I haven't seen the entire movie in about two years.
Melody was practically chewing her fingernails off. They were walking into a dark hallway, a dark room, and they practically KNEW it was going to end up in a bad way. It was a sure recipe for disaster, in Melody’s opinion. Why didn’t anyone ever listen to her?
That wasn’t completely true. Erin did, which was weird, but at least SOMEONE was backing her up. In her opinion, everyone was too psyched about how they were doing so well that they weren’t thinking with caution.
She kept her hand on her shock rod. It was weird, holding a weapon like that. It wasn’t lethal, but Melody still felt uncomfortable. In her opinion, nobody should hurt each other. The entire idea was wrong. But it did give her a sense of security, if that was anything.
“Melody, watch the back,” Trish suggested. Melody nodded. Despite Trish’s past, she decided that she trusted her most to lead them. Sure, Kamea was good too, but she hadn’t done what Trish had done, so far. She still had to prove herself.
Melody slowly walked backward, watching for signs of……. What? What was she looking for? What made something trouble anyways? What if she saw something, and it turned out it was just a false alarm? Or worse, what if she didn’t catch something? Things would be her fault. Again.
The six continued slowly, closely, but not too close. Soon the allure of the opening was fading behind them, and their path was only illuminated by the small lights on the sides. Melody wondered once again if Jami had taken this very path, thinking worried thoughts like Melody herself was.
No, Jami wouldn’t be like. Or would she? Time had changed since they had last seen each other. How much time? Days? Weeks? Melody couldn’t remember, and the thought scared her. She knew that even though it was only a short time, they had all changed, through these practically deathly experiences.
“Melody, watch the back!” Trish scolded.
“What?” Melody blinked, then blushed. “Oh, right, sorry.”
“Just do it.”
“I know, I know.”
By now, Melody’s vision had adjusted slightly to the dark light. She could see her friends, but only because of the lights against the floor. But now, she saw a large dark room, huge, in fact. This thing had to be almost as big as Grand Central Station in New York.
As soon as they went through the opening, walls slid over it, trapping us in.
“I completely called this,” Erin muttered.
“Back to back,” Kamea suggested. The six went back to back, which didn’t make Melody feel any better.
Dropping from the ceiling, were assistants. Or whatever they were called. Turned girls, wearing black masks. Trained, they all held shock rods. Melody felt like her insides were caving in. There were at least twenty of them, and their little group was only of six.
One ran forward, but with a flick of her wrist, Trish sent a shock rod slamming into her forehead. The girl slumped to the ground, stunned.
That was enough for the other assistants, they charged forward, twenty (or nineteen) coming at them in a hoard.
“Can we run now?” Erin asked weakly. Melody turned on her own shock rod.
Melody saw Trish give a grim smile. “Nowhere to run.” She twirled a shock rod and the two groups collided.
It was a tangle of fighting bodies, and coupled with the dark light, Melody could barely see a thing. But she saw the outline of her opponents, and realized that they were wearing some hi-tech silver night vision sunglasses. They were cheaters.
Melody sensed the rod aimed at her face, rather than saw it. She parried it with her own rod and the two fought as if wielding swords.
She blocked and dodged, but there was no way she could win. Maybe if it was a fistfight, but she was merely a novice with this weapon, and these people were trained. She would have to outsmart them.
She stepped back, narrowly dodging a blow. One hit, and it would be over. As her opponent swung, she took another step back and lobbed her rod underhand, not too hard to assure impact.
The rod bounced off the girl’s belly and she stiffened, falling. Chaos was ensuing. Melody could see people were down, stunned. In the dark light, Melody couldn’t tell who was friend or foe. She snatched the sunglasses off her stunned opponents face and put them on.
It was just like the movies. Everything was a deep sense of green, like black and white, but the shades weren’t of black and gray, but of varying shades of green. It was weird.
Melody turned just in time to block another blow to the head. She dodged two strikes and kicked her opponent away.
Her eyes glanced passed her opponent, who was clutching her stomach. There was another door! In fact, there were at least four doors, all on different sides of the room. They weren’t quite doors, more like openings, as they had no doors, just open holes.
Melody quickly dispatched her opponent. She glanced around, seeing that Trish and Kamea had already retreated towards one of the exits. Erin was down for the count, and Elise had disappeared, possibly at one of the exits. Jenna was somehow fighting three assistants at once, something that Melody was momentarily impressed at.
Melody ran forward and struck two assistants before they could even turn around. The third dodged her strike with astounding speed, and ducked Jenna’s, but Melody caught her upside the chin and she fell like a bag of hammers.
Together the two girls ran towards one of the doors, Melody leading Jenna with her hand in the darkness, not knowing what was ahead.
In the end, it matters not how many breaths you took, but how many took your breath away.
-shing xiong
We are not retreating, we are advancing in another direction
-General Douglas MacArthur
Fall down seven times, stand up eight
-Japanese Proverb

### Re: Virtual Reality

Post by Jay Candice » Mon Dec 10, 2012 11:49 pm

As Melody raced through the corridors, terror ran through her. She knew that they meant no literal harm, but it was the situation that scared her. Melody admitted that a lot of things scared her, but doing something like this was like being in a movie. She resolved that she would never be an actor. To be running away from something, someone, who would undoubtedly do something horrible to you, was enough to give her energy for several marathons.
She glanced behind her, and to her relief, there was no one chasing the two. Jenna, stopped breathing heavily. Melody couldn’t say much, as she was just as exhausted.
“You okay?” Melody said, after catching her breath.
“Not for a long,” She replied. She sat down against a wall. “What do we do now?”
“Well, if the others all got caught,” Melody said, “then they’ll start to realize that there are two missing from their pile.”
“So where do we go?” Jenna asked.
“Not here,” Melody stated. “If we stay here, I don’t know. It would be bad.” Melody shivered, not out of cold, but of fear. She and gone for so long without captivity, but here she was. Despite getting out of so many tight spots, inescapable situations, this one looked the worst. There was a manhunt for them, in a building where the exits (or exit) was undoubtedly blocked off.
The two walked briskly, eager to walk away from the dreaded trap that lay behind them. Now that Melody had time to look at her surroundings, she saw that the walls, floor, and ceiling were interestingly sci-fi. The corridor was angled in, like a pentagon. It was dark blue, but only appeared that way because there were hardly any lights, except blue ones. Melody wondered what the true colors of the walls were. The walls themselves were made of cold, smooth metal.
“Weird place, huh?” Jenna said.
“Yeah,” Melody replied. “It’s…. unique.”
“I don’t feel good about this,” Jenna admitted. “It’s like being a challenger myself, really.”
Melody smiled a little bit. Knowing that Jenna was with all of the real skilled people, Lucky, Kamea, Kylie, those guys, she had to have some tales. “How was that? Going with the best of the best?”
“It’s hard to explain,” Jenna said. “They were all naturally better than me. Lucky’s good at everything. Kylie’s pretty skilled too. Kamea’s a leader, and Rebecca’s a literal genius. It all seemed that they had SOMETHING that I just didn’t. But it wasn’t like I didn’t fit in. I guess in a group of superheroes, you need just the regular girl, me.”
“I suppose, but wasn’t it exciting?”
She smirked. “It was, but isn’t this exciting? And terrifying? It can happen at the same time. When you think about it, in these kinds of situations, excitement and terror have a lot more in common than you would think.”
Up ahead was a fork, equally ominous. Melody guessed that they were identical, but it was impossible to tell for sure. Both curved outward, so from the fork, you had no idea where they led to.
“Left or right?” Melody asked.
“Does it matter?”
“No. Unless you think otherwise.”
“Then I pick right, I guess.” The two girls walked again. By now, Melody had long regained her stamina. She supposed that her heartbeat was slightly higher than normal, but it was fine now.
A door stood ahead of their path, which gave Melody a bad feeling. A lot of things were giving her a bad feeling these days. “Maybe we should have picked a left.”
“Sorry, want to turn back?”
Melody shook her head. “No, that way probably has another trap in it. I’m thinking that the only way right now is through.”
“Maybe it’s nothing,” Melody could tell that Jenna’s voice was hopeful. “I mean, it’s just a door, right? What’s the worst that could be in there?”
Melody shrugged. “After what just happened, I don’t want to know.” Although scarede of what was ahead, she stretched out her slightly shaking hand, opening the door.
Several things happened at once. Something shot out so fast that she barely registered it. A hit came at her like she was punched (and sadly, Melody knew exactly how THAT felt like), and her arms and legs were pinned. She was falling.
The ground hit her, but Melody’s surprise was quickly changing into panic. She registered that a red light was flashing, and an alarm was ringing. Melody struggled with her bonds, but whatever was holding her was deathly tight, it was squeezing the life out of her.
She looked to see that ropes with some kind of heavy, padded, balls attached to the end had entangled her chest and shins, stringing them together. She could feel the ropes overlapping and the heavy balls tightly tangled together. She struggled, but there wasn’t any getting out of this. Even though the balls were padded, where they hit her still ached, the hit was just something she couldn’t expect.
“Jenna!” She said hoarsely. “Get me out of this!” Jenna rushed over and started untangling her, and Melody’s heart began to beat again. They had set off an alarm. People were probably coming towards them right now.
In the end, it matters not how many breaths you took, but how many took your breath away.
-shing xiong
We are not retreating, we are advancing in another direction
-General Douglas MacArthur
Fall down seven times, stand up eight
-Japanese Proverb

### Re: Virtual Reality

Post by Karina82 » Tue Dec 11, 2012 6:42 pm

love the continuations
Karina
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### Re: Virtual Reality

Post by Jay Candice » Fri Dec 14, 2012 11:29 am

My heart clenched as I saw Melody struggling. It made me even more uncomfortable in my own bonds.
Where was I? I currently was in my own head (at least, I think, it was hard to tell these days). I was dressed in a white t-shirt and shorts. I was tied up, if I hadn’t mentioned that before.
My arms were tied behind me, as usual. I was gagged, my socks were wadded into my mouth, tied by a cleave gag with a ball in the middle. It was nasty, but it wasn’t like I could just free myself. The big part about my predicament was my feet. My ankles were tied together, but instead of nicely being laid on my bed, they were tied to a hook in the ceiling. My entire lower half was raised, while my chest lay on the bed quite uncomfortably.
Kylie had personally tied me up this way while I was having my delightful adventures in the virtual reality thing. To make it worse, she just HAD to show me the surveillance of how my friends were being utterly dominated.
Of course, I didn’t know who some of them were, but I knew they were on my side. It wasn’t too hard to tell. They were the ones out of uniform and being captured.
I was watching an Asian girl dodging another attack with a bow and arrow. Rebecca, it had to be. Still, her opponent was pretty good. She almost got to Rebecca until she was shot at point-blank range. She figured that they knew each other, since they had a long talk beforehand. Suddenly, the screen went black.
Typical, just when things were getting interesting. It was sort of like when you’re watching TV, and the dramatic climax is about to happen and…… commercial break. Seriously, not cool.
My favorite person walked in.
“How is seeing your friends being trapped?” Kylie asked. She had another smug smile on her face that seemed to be a recurring element in her features.
“See, I don’t really know many of them,” I admitted. “But it did help cut my boredom. I had fun watching your assistants get beat up though.”
She raised her eyebrows. “The same ones that defeated you. I wouldn’t talk trash about them.”
I tried shrugging in my current position. “Nevertheless, I’m going to talk trash about them anyways. What are you here for anyways?”
“Since your friends will soon be captured,” She said, “Or would-be friends, it’s time for you to get back into our little world.”
In the end, it matters not how many breaths you took, but how many took your breath away.
-shing xiong
We are not retreating, we are advancing in another direction
-General Douglas MacArthur
Fall down seven times, stand up eight
-Japanese Proverb

### Re: Virtual Reality

Post by Jay Candice » Fri Dec 14, 2012 11:30 am

It took much too long to get Melody out of the bolas. Every second felt like an entire, going in slow motion, wondering if security would bust them. It was the torture of anticipation. Melody had once read The Pit and the Pendulum by Edgar Allen Poe. It was about a guy that fainted repeatedly and was then sentenced to death by a swinging sharp pendulum that went lower and lower until it sliced him. But the real torture for the character was watching the dang thing get ominously closer, like staring at death.
This situation was sort of similar. Instead of giving up life, they were giving up freedom, which was still very bad. And instead of a pendulum, it was security. Basic similarities. Melody had hated the story anyways. She could hardly understand what Poe was saying.
Still, both Melody and Jenna were surprised that even though it took them minutes to get Melody out of her bindings, they weren’t caught.
“What the heck?” Jenna said.
“All I know, is that we should have taken a left,” Melody replied.
“We still got time,” Jenna said weakly.
“No time like the present.” The two raced down, away from the red lights flashing on and off. Melody had a bad feeling. They really SHOULD have been caught. It had taken them far too long. With the amount of people, someone should have gotten them. It didn’t make any sense.
But at the moment, Melody didn’t care. As long as they got away.
The familiar dimly-lit corridors raced pass them as the two sprinted across the metal flooring, their shoes clanking. It made them loud, but Melody preferred loud and fast to slow and quiet.
The two finally reached the fork that they were once at.
“After you,” Melody said, gesturing with her hand.
Jenna nodded, and they ran forward, to the tunnel that they really should have gone through. They went at a less brutal pace, but only due to wearing stamina. Melody was reminded of how they had ran before, so their sprint was significantly lessened.
They slowed down slightly. “I hate this,” Jenna said flatly.
Melody paused for a bit, gulping in fresh air, or however fresh it was in a place like this. “I know, but what else are we going to do? You want us to go up against them?”
“Who knows?” Jenna said weakly, slumping against the side of the wall. Here, the corridor was only big enough for them to go in single file. “We’re running from everything. I don’t like it.”
“Me neither,” Melody admitted. It made her feel like a coward. Melody freely admitted that she wasn’t as brave as Elise or Jami. But she still didn’t enjoy feeling like a coward. “But what else? It’s flight or fight, right? And fighting is suicide.”
“It’s not death,” Jenna replied. “And some things are worth dying for.”
“There are,” Melody agreed. “But not this. Our freedom is at stake right now, and as long as we’re free, we’re fighting for those who don’t have a say, who are imprisoned, right? We need to stick around, if not for ourselves, but for them.”
“By running away?” Jenna asked, her voice questioning. “I don’t think they’d want us to just run away. I’m tired of running.”
“Like literally, or figuratively?”
“You know what I mean.”
Melody looked behind her, and saw three assistants coming. “Heads. I guess it’s now or never.” There was no running from them, they were too tired. Jenna was getting her wish, whether she truly wanted it or not.
They came at Melody at top speed. If she could use the thin corridors to her advantage, then they’d be attacking one at a time. She could see the one in front was slower, smaller. She wasn’t the best out of her group. That was good as well. This could work.
“How about we fight, then run?” Melody suggested. She didn’t even need her shock rod for this. She saw the assistant come with a lunge, her shock rod aimed for Melody’s chess.
As fast as she could, Melody slammed against the wall, ignoring the pain bursting into her side. The rod narrowly missed, and Melody grabbed the assistant’s wrist with the shock rod on it and raised it into the air. She used her other arm to reach at the assistant’s head and slam it into the wall. The sound of a noggin hitting metal rang out, and the girl dropped her rod.
It almost hit Melody, but she shifted and grabbed it out of the air, making sure to catch it by the handle. She slammed it into the assistant’s arm, and she stiffened. By now, the other two assistants were trying to step over their dazed comrade, but Melody threw her stolen rod into the closest one’s face, and the girl was paralyzed. Two down.
Melody heaved, pushing the two paralyzed girl’s on top of the last one, and the last one was crushed under the weight of two other’s. That should hold her. She leaped over them and slammed her shock rod into the final girl’s face, stunning her as well.
“Got tape?” Melody asked, rolling her eyes at how it sounded too much like Got Milk?
“In my pocket,” She got out a roll of duct tape and passed it to Melody, who considered it so useful that everyone around here had bondage supplies.
In the end, it matters not how many breaths you took, but how many took your breath away.
-shing xiong
We are not retreating, we are advancing in another direction
-General Douglas MacArthur
Fall down seven times, stand up eight
-Japanese Proverb

### Re: Virtual Reality

Post by Jay Candice » Wed Dec 19, 2012 9:47 pm

Melody wrapped tape around the final assistant’s wrists. It was a good thing that the assistant’s brought tape and rope, and all sorts of bondage toys with them. Melody had been working to turn one of them into a duct tape worm, and was now wrapping tape around her head to secure her gag. A hogtied girl lay next to her, tightly wrapped in at least 30 feet of rope and cleave gagged and stuffed with her own socks. Jenna was ball-gagging the last one, securing the rubber ball into the mouth and handcuffing the cold cuffs onto the girl’s wrists.
“That should do it,” Melody said, finishing the gag.
“We should get going,” Jenna suggested. “No telling what’s up ahead.”
Tying the assistant’s up had given Melody and Jenna a chance to rest, so the two weren’t too tired. Melody felt good about beating them single-handedly, and even better that they hadn’t just ran away from them. It made her feel braver, more alive.
Another door. This time, the two didn’t even hesitate going in. Anything to get away from the assistants behind them. Melody was bracing herself for another bolas attack, but nothing came.
No traps, nothing. There was even a lock on the door which Jenna quickly locked. Melody looked around. It was an enormous room. It was circular, with rows of seats watching the center. They were at one of two entrances. In the middle was an elevated circle with stairs leading up to it. The circle had to be at least five feet above the ground, probably more. It was an arena.
The two walked up, and Melody saw her old foe, Tiffany. She looked pretty and athletic, like a clique girl that every middle and high school seemed to have. But her natural beauty was ruined by the sneer on her face.
“Well,” The girl said. “Look who made it here. It’s Idiot Number One and Idiot Number Two. I’m surprised that you guys made it here.”
“What do you want?” Melody asked defiantly.
“Are you more stupid than you look?” Tiffany sneered. “What does this look like to you, a picnic table? This is a fight arena, and unless you two don’t know, we fight in fight arenas. Just making that clear to your small brains.”
Rage boiled in Melody, and her fists clenched. She had wanted a rematch ever since she had been beaten back at the mansion. But if she got mad, and came at her, that was just what Tiffany wanted her to do. And as much as she hated her, she didn’t want to be baited by the girl.
“Come at me,” Tiffany challenged. “You know you want to.”
“I admit that it intrigues me,” Melody said. “But what happens if I beat you, other than the satisfaction of disfiguring your body?”
Tiffany smirked. “Looks like someone’s got a lot of confidence, which will make it all the better grinding you into a pulp. You got no chance, fuzzbrain. Anyhow, if you beat me, I’ll let you past. Its two lefts and a right, and you get out. Easy as that. We won’t even follow you. I can give you guys a five hour head start to get as far away as your fat little butts can go. That sound good?”
“How do we know to trust you?” Melody asked suspiciously. Trusting them was like trusting a bank robber with your credit card. Not a good idea.
Tiffany shrugged. “I suppose you sort of don’t. That’s what you get for being on the losing side. Unless you’re too scared of fighting me, are you? Afraid of getting whipped like you were last time?”
“Not a chance,” Melody growled.
“Wait,” Jenna put a hand on her shoulder. “Maybe we should go back. This is bad.”
“There are probably an entire army outside that door! Besides, you were the one who was saying all that stuff about not running!”
Jenna crossed her arms. “Fine, then I join you.”
Tiffany smiled. “That’s fine with me. Actually, I’ll give you an even bigger chance. You guys can use your shock rods, while I….” She got out the one in her pocket and threw it in front of her. “How are your odds now?”
Melody didn’t like this. It wasn’t fair. “I’ll fight you, but only if it’s even. A fair fight. That means I’m alone, and we go with what each other has.” Melody took her shock rod out and threw it one the ground in front of her, hating her pride at the same time.
Tiffany’s eyes seemed to gleam, but Melody dismissed it as her imagination. Jenna was blinking, but after seeing the seriousness in Melody’s eyes, she backed off.
“This is kind of personal,” Melody said. “Jenna, why don’t you take a seat in the stands?”
“Are you sure about this?”
“As sure as I’m going to be.”
Tiffany smiled. “A fair fight. Let’s see who can get to their rod fastest. You may have some honor now. But you’re still not going to beat me. Honor’s not going to help you one bit. You gave away your advantages. You both should have gone at me.”
“It’s not going to be that easy.”
“We’ll see.”
In the end, it matters not how many breaths you took, but how many took your breath away.
-shing xiong
We are not retreating, we are advancing in another direction
-General Douglas MacArthur
Fall down seven times, stand up eight
-Japanese Proverb

### Re: Virtual Reality

Post by Karina82 » Thu Dec 20, 2012 12:34 pm

Cool. Nice continuation!
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### Re: Virtual Reality

Post by Jay Candice » Wed Dec 26, 2012 9:19 pm

“You’ll be staying here,” Liam said. “Your friends will come here eventually, and you can go on and fill them in on what’s going to happen.”
“You haven’t told the rest of them?” I said, surprised. I didn’t know why, but I had assumed that he had done the same treatment on everyone else, not just me. I wondered why he only taught me. Probably because I was a challenger. “You didn’t explain this to Katrina? To Lucky?”
“Nope, that’ll be your job,” Liam said cheerfully. He suddenly had a glass of virtual lemonade in his hand.
“And yours,” I pointed out. “You’ll be here.”
He sipped his lemonade. “Aah, no. I don’t want that boring old job. That’s your problem, not mine.”
I harrumphed. Totally not fair.
“Tell me,” I said to Liam, crouching along the blank landscape. “Tell me more about yourself.”
“Me?” He smiled. “Why would I do that?”
“You never give anything about yourself away, do you?” I sighed. “C’mon, you seem like a nice guy. Why are you doing this anyways? What’s in it for you?”
He looked perplexed, but the same confident expression I’d always seen on Liam. It never really went away, as if he knew what he was doing, no matter what the situation. It was cool, but unnerving at the same time.
He sat down on a plushy chair that appeared from nowhere. “What do you want to know?”
“What are you going to do after this summer, waiting for the next set of challengers? What does everyone do?” It was something that I had been wondering. Since the challenges seemed to only happen in the summer, then what did all these maniacs do in the other three seasons? It made me wonder, and it made me ask. Which was what I was doing.
“Most of the time,” He said. “My colleague’s spend time out of summer kidnapping people. It’s not really my style, so I don’t join in. I go home to my house in Hawaii. There’s always something that I want over there, but I never get it.” He stared off, and was quiet.
“Is it fun over there?” It was a stupid question, but I realized that I liked talking to Liam. I was sort of surprised when I meant that he was a nice guy. He was. We were on different sides, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t like him, right?
“It’s fun, but there are so many places here, too. It’s a great place here, no interference, no tourists. It’s like a tropical paradise. A home away from home.” The guy was smiling like he was talking to himself.
“It’s fun for you,” I protested. “Not so much for the ones imprisoned.”
“I suppose not,” Liam agreed. “Sorry, but I can’t help that either. It’s not really my position to make decisions.” He said this with a bitter edge to his voice. I raised my eyebrows. It was the first time I had heard him with a negative tone. It was weird. I wasn’t used to it.
“So,” I said. “Anything else about yourself you can tell me?”
“Would you look at that,” He said quickly. I looked around, but saw nothing. Literally, Liam was gone. Hmph. This guy was just too much.
I saw Lucky literally pop out of nowhere. She was dressed in the same white t-shirt and white pants. She blinked, looking around, bewilderment and confusion on her face. But perhaps not as much confusion as me.
“Where are we?”
In the end, it matters not how many breaths you took, but how many took your breath away.
-shing xiong
We are not retreating, we are advancing in another direction
-General Douglas MacArthur
Fall down seven times, stand up eight
-Japanese Proverb

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Post by chu.joelle » Thu Jan 31, 2013 10:23 am

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Post by DMC13 » Thu Feb 14, 2013 7:53 pm

This story (And the two prior) are the single best things I haveever read.
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Post by Shanyalovestape » Mon Jun 10, 2013 2:17 am

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Post by Renard » Sat Jan 18, 2014 8:17 am

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