Truth is hard to swallow [Vertigo Visions Week 2]
WHO: ANYONE! -- Add your own entry tags!
WHAT: Vertigo Visions Responses
WHERE: Specific Threads identify your location
WHEN: Night of Day 249 (Monday 12/1) and Day 250 (12/2) through the night of Day 256 (Monday 12/8)
( So you pray to God // To justify the way you // Live a lie, live a lie, live a lie ---- Reply here with vision responses as your character sees the Mysterious Haze. )
WHAT: Vertigo Visions Responses
WHERE: Specific Threads identify your location
WHEN: Night of Day 249 (Monday 12/1) and Day 250 (12/2) through the night of Day 256 (Monday 12/8)
( So you pray to God // To justify the way you // Live a lie, live a lie, live a lie ---- Reply here with vision responses as your character sees the Mysterious Haze. )
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He was angry. He felt angry, hurt, betrayed... Why was it like this?
There was a giggle, and he looked up at the Composer standing in front of him. “Now, Neku, why don’t we play one last Game?”
“You tricked me...” he muttered, still glaring.
“The winner gets to the be the Composer,” he continued without paying attention-- shut up and listen, damnit!-- “and do whatever he likes with Shibuya,- If you win, you decide. If I win, I’ll decide.” There was that giggle again. “...Of course, I’ve already decided.”
“You’re a monster...” And he meant it. how could he--
“Neku? You’d better pick up that gun. I mean, it IS going to be a duel.” Joshua was smirking. “I’ll keep the rules extremely basic. I’m going to count down from ten. On zero, we shoot. See? Easy.”
“Don’t screw with me, Joshua!”
“I assure you, I’m not. Life’s little crossroads are often as simple as the pull of a trigger.”
‘Yea, like when you shot me the first time,’ he thought, not saying a word.
“Neku...” Joshua started, before giggling again. “Your face is priceless.” Didn’t he take anything seriously?! “Don’t you remember what Mr. Hanekoma told you?”
“I’m just...” He trailed off. What was he going to say?
He didn’t get the chance to finish anyway, Joshua interuppting. “Oh, before I forget! I’ve collected your entry fee. Now... Let the Game begin. 10... 9...”
Joshua was standing across from him, counting down and with his gun held high. But Neku couldn’t look at him, couldn’t even stand straight. He was hunched over, tears falling down his face. He had finally met someone who he thought he could relate to and trust, and now--
A flash of anger went through his, straightening and pointing the gun at the Composer. He gripped it tightly, listening as the count went down-- but when it hit zero, he let it fall. He couldn’t--
Then there was the gunshot.
It was just like before-- he fell to the ground and stared up at Joshua before he felt his eyes close...
But they opened again.
His eyes widened as he saw two people-- Joshua and Mr. H-- standing in front of him. Both of them were smiling and...
Wh... What the hell--
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The Composer was forced back into his own sense of self soon after, looking up at the cloud and turning back inside without a word to anyone.
Why had it shown him something that he had, for the most part, already known?
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