Raken
*TWO WEEKS AGO*
Raken Guerra, I'm your newly assigned virtual assistant, Gabriel. The show is grateful to have last year winner competing again
"Yeah whatever" I just need one more year I'm so close. I received a call inviting me to the show again from a person whose voice has been altered, it's him I can feel it. The Game Master. I just need to participate again; all those clues were so clear and i had to just get distracted fuck
Why I'm playing again? when I have everything, money and fame. I don't give two shits about that. They took him away from me, I want revenge
I want to know why, why they took him, why he didn't return back for our anniversary what happened to him, I want answers. And mostly cause
I miss him, my life
I was so close last year
I won't let him escape this time, this internal game between me and the game master will soon come to an end
The winner will be declared
Check Fucking Mate
My house or mansion as some may call it is a lonely motherfucking hell constantly reminding me about my loneliness if I could give everything away to be with him again I would, again and again
Coming out of the bathroom with a towel hanged loosely on my waist as I use another to dry my hair, I pace to my walk-in closet, eyes taking in everything, the suits that are arranged in a never-ending file, a glass table where my expensive wristwatches are displayed, I do have a lot of them
Over-priced shoes arranged in two shelves facing each other then my love things at the deepest end of this room, I've never been there since that night and I don't want hurt myself again
"Gabriel what's the first task" I explore round a wide variety of shirts and decided to go with a gray turtleneck, its pouring heavily these days, sleek custom-made Italian pants that could buy a damn house, I don't joke with my suits and slid in any wristwatch at this point they all look good on me
Your first task is to tell the world about He Is Royalty
Oh, please without me going round the street holding a megaphone shouting on top of my lungs about the show, its gain popularity nationwide and I learnt the game started 5 years ago, they only put the good shit live as they swept the rest dirt under the carpet
By clicking yes, you agree to all their terms and disclosing private information about the game is not allowed. If discovered one will be eliminated from the game and from life itself. I was the sole winner last year, I don't know where the other contestants are and no one seemed to be asking about them
Its all just freaking crazy, all those people were streamed live and were showed to that silver door when they lost where did they end up to
Are they dead?
Fronting at my full length mirror I catch the reflection of my shelf. My hazel eyes feeling distant and far from home, because it is. I dyed my hair somewhat gray/white not my finest choices, after the game I'll dye it back to my normal ginger color
Barely noticeable stubble painted my defined jawline, a two circle piercings on my perfectly carved left brow and my build I spent years working on. Workout clears my head; I didn't care about the nice build and all I just needed a crushing weight to pull me back to reality along the way my build got visible, my abs more outlined
Defined muscles bulging out with every move I make and the nice six pecs on my lower abdomen. My height is frightening to some I should be 6'4 or something I changed a lot which makes me scared if he's out there how would he recognize me; all my past features are cleared because it reminded me too much of him
Damn what the hell am I doing? Do I really want to participate in this show again the last time I nearly lost my life I realize then that's this isn't a normal show its kill or be killed
With the use of any means, it doesn't have to be physical
"How does the game want me to do it" I settle down with some toast and juice, I'm not up for anything heavy today, a light breakfast will do
However, I learnt how to cook because I don't like hiring people to do that except for the cleaning service I use for my house if I could do that myself I would but trust me I did that It didn't end well, I couldn't clean half of the house I smiled at that memory
I'm an idiot
The show is aiming for a higher audience this time, you are to announce the show in the next big interview the entertainment world is featuring which you were invited to as the special guest
That won't be too hard merely that's how the beginning is, simple, as the day passes it turns into something you can't fathom
"Is that all?"
Your special quests will be unlocked at stage one due to the fact you have participated before it will be open in the evening sir
Dropping my plates in the sink, the cleaning service will take care of that, i strode out of my house. The interview is in two weeks time but i have to sign in to go through rehearsals i could care less about.
Coming out of the building the area is swamped with security, my popularity came with it perks meaning my life is in constant danger and it doesn't help matters if its because of the game.
The driver, Frank, opened the door to my silver porche 991, i would prefer the green Lamborghini Huracan but this would do for now
"where to sir"
"SkyRise"
Special quests or clues, you say, i can't wait to end this shit show, The game has just begun.