NovelEnglishUnder the projector, Stephanie Carlson... AKA "me" stood, well and alive.
She flashed us a smile and opened her mouth.
"Michael... will you marry me?" I glanced at Michael. He was influenced as well and started making his way forward.
Afraid that he'd also be affected, I held onto Steven anxiously.
Thankfully, he was immune.
He heldin his arms and whispered, "It must be a fake if the first person you call out to is Michael. If it were actually you, you'd definitely call out my nfirst." I leaned against his shoulder in resignation. "How could you be jealous at a tlike this?" "Rachel..." Zion pulled her back, but she was adamant about moving forward.
She walked toward the hologram and reached out to touch "Stephanie".
"I'm sorry, Stephie," she choked out the words. "I should've brought you away sooner." The floor abruptly opened up again with a loud snap. Rachel fell down as well.
There was the sound of machinery.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtEveryone could hear it. They could hear the screams. Afterward, they smelled the blood.
Then, blood started oozing out from the tiles where Joel and Rachel fell.
I tried to hold onto Steven's collar. My heart was beating rapidly, and my entire body was shaking.
It was that feeling again...
The sfeeling where I'd go mad from despair, but I couldn't do anything at all.
My chest was numb yet aching at the stime. I wanted to cry, scream, and go insane.
"Steven..." My voice was hoarse. It felt suffocating, but I had no energy to fight back. I was desperately trying to hold Michael back.
Steven reached out and helpedrestrain him.
Michael regained his senses. His breathing was rapid.
Yasmin appeared to be influenced and tried to walk forward as well.
Michael grabbed her and yelled solemnly, "Get a hold of yourself, Yasmin!" After seeing Rachel fall down with his own eyes, Zion went mad and tried to go over as well. He only regained his senses after Eason punched him. Quinn was sobbing on the floor.
Everyone was in despair.
What did it feel like to watch the people you cared about-your friends, the ones you loved-fall into an abyss and die a horrific death in front of you? "Can you feel it? This is despair. It's suffocation, sadness, pain, struggle, and anger..." The girl under the projector laughed eerily, as though she was provoking us. "And the lot of you, you're cowards." I clenched my fists tightly. My entire body was shaking, but I didn't know how to express my emotions.
Was it anger? Was it pain? What kind of feeling was this? "She's dead... She was your best friend," the girl taunted me.
The floorboards opened up, and she held up a bloody head.
It was Rachel's head...
"I'll kill all of you!" Zion struggled against Eason's restraint like a madman.
Quinn was crying in despair.
Zion was going mad.
Eason was holding him with all his might.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmYasmin hid in Michael's arms, trembling.
Michael was looking atwith bloodshot eyes.
In that split moment, it was as though Steven's heartbeat was all I could hear.
"Monster, she's a monster! An emotionless monster!" My head felt like it was about to split open from the pain.
I fell onto my knees, panting.
All the bland accusations the children used to throw atechoed in my ears. "Wendell, Stephie is an emotionless a I saw her kill that bird with wing with my own evewith my mother cried desolately. Content "Stephie... She has no emotion. She never gets angry or feels afraid. She has no feelings." "Why did you kill that bird, Stephie?" Peter's voice was laced with interrogation.
"Its wings were broken. A bird with a I.ne broken wing only meant death. Instead of letting it die a painful
death by predators and being fed on S'a'*'h the FindNI,n't website on Google to access chapters of chapters of early and in the highest quality. by insects, I wanted to help it..." "Stephie?" Steven was calling me.
I snapped back into reality. I stared down at the girl who was tauntingwith reddened eyes.
I recognized her. The little girl in the red dress waswhen I Was m younge it was Stephanie as a child.
"Stephie!" pushed Steven aside and crossed the red line. I stepped the tiles and walked toward the center step by step.
Anger? I seemed to have felt it! X
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