Nightmare Game
Copyright© 2025 by CaffeinatedTales
Chapter 131
Gavin inspected the cell’s fixtures, finding them much like those on the fifth level, except these were far cleaner.
The purples on five must’ve been wilder, starting slaughters right in cells, splattering blood everywhere.
Here, blacks dragged purples to Rehabilitation Tools for unified executions.
After scouring several cells, Gavin came up empty.
He noticed something else too: blacks didn’t leer like purples, barely containing murder urges.
Instead, they scattered sparse, eyes bloodshot, kill intent simmering, yet no approach.
Maybe these blacks wouldn’t attack Testers like them?
As he pondered, a odd noise echoed from outside.
It sounded muffled, like a stifled yelp or cry of pain, choked back into a dull thud.
What the hell?
Gavin tensed, instantly suspecting Ethan hit by some mystery force—and likely not a black.
Even a dud like Ethan wouldn’t stray his watch from blacks or guards; his own skin rode on it too.
Gavin skipped calling Ethan’s name, no rush out; he crept slow to the door.
Not to rescue, but to scope what brewed outside.
Outside hung deathly quiet; he caught his own ragged breaths, pounding heart.
Gavin felt nerves creep in—fear fed on unknowns; this reeked wrong.
He prepped his Blessing, edging out— the scene threw him.
Empty stretch ahead: no Ethan, no blacks, no guards.
Where’d they go?
A chill raced Gavin’s spine; confusion reigned.
Ethan’s silent vanish rang alarms—something lethal lurked nearby.
Can’t push the search.
Losing a lookout stung, even Ethan’s.
Decision snapped: regroup with the main group, or snag guard protection.
No—guards might swap like on five; better find Julian’s crew.
He bolted without pause, missing a shadow stirring post-departure.
The figure? None but Ethan.
While Gavin schemed his disposal, Ethan plotted Gavin’s.
A rule exploit to off him tempted—clean, quick—but it’d flag Julian.
Better part ways.
Soon, chance hit: guards shifting, blacks drifting off.
Ethan staged his play, fooling Gavin into danger vibes, prompting flight.