The X-men run missions and work together with the NYPD, striving to maintain a peaceful balance between humans and mutants. When it comes to a fight, they won't back down from protecting those who need their help.
Haven presents itself as a humanitarian organization for activists, leaders, and high society, yet mutants are the secret leaders working to protect and serve their kind. Behind the scenes they bring their goals into reality.
From the time when mutants became known to the world, SUPER was founded as a black-ops division of the CIA in an attempt to classify, observe, and learn more about this new and rising threat.
The Syndicate works to help bring mutantkind to the forefront of the world. They work from the shadows, a beacon of hope for mutants, but a bane to mankind. With their guiding hand, humanity will finally find extinction.
Since the existence of mutants was first revealed in the nineties, the world has become a changed place. Whether they're genetic misfits or the next stage in humanity's evolution, there's no denying their growing numbers, especially in hubs like New York City. The NYPD has a division devoted to mutant related crimes. Super-powered vigilantes help to maintain the peace. Those who style themselves as Homo Superior work to tear society apart for rebuilding in their own image.
MRO is an intermediate to advanced writing level original character, original plot X-Men RPG. We've been open and active since October of 2005. You can play as a mutant, human, or Adapted— one of the rare humans who nullify mutant powers by their very existence. Goodies, baddies, and neutrals are all welcome.
Short Term Plots:Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
The Fountain of Youth
A chemical serum has been released that's shaving a few years off of the population. In some cases, found to be temporary, and in others...?
MRO MOVES WITH CURRENT TIME: What month and year it is now in real life, it's the same for MRO, too.
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Neopolitan: "Aly" player of Rebecca Grey, Stephanie Graves, Marisol Cervantes, Vanessa Bookman, Chrysanthemum Van Hart, Sabine Sang, Eupraxia
Ongoing Plots
Magic and Mystics
After the events of the 2020 Harvest Moon and the following Winter Solstice, magic has started manifesting in the MROvere! With the efforts of the Welldrinker Cult, people are being converted into Mystics, a species of people genetically disposed to be great conduits for magical energy.
The Welldrinker Cult
A shadowy group is gaining power, drawing in people who are curious, vulnerable, or malicious, and turning them into Mystics. They are recruiting people into their ranks to spread the influence of magic in the world, but for what end goal?
Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
What if the human race began to adapt to the mutant threat? What if the human race changed ever so subtly... without the x-gene.
Atlanteans
The lost city of Atlantis has been found! Refugees from this undersea mutant dystopia have started to filter in to New York as citizens and businessfolk. You may make one as a player character of run into one on the street.
Got a plot in mind?
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Oh... She was the Parkbench. He didn't understand the reference, but the context put it in perspective. To his alter self, this woman was very important. And, judging from the way she spoke, the way she stared at the water with and empty longing that reverberated through him like a long, deep note, He had been very important to her. He pulled himself to a sitting position a little closer to her, his legs hanging off the side of the support.
She was going to kill herself.
He sat silently and listened to her for a while. She spoke with such pain. Many equated the greatest pain to screams in the night, laments filled with passion. The grim reality was that the opposite was true; True, deep pain was most often heard in empty, hollow words. When one no longer had the energy or momentum to move forward, they gave up.
This was the end of a life.
He slowly looked over to her his antennae twitching a little, and then curling with conviction. Fate had brought him here. Well, Igor had brought him here, but fate was involved. He was here to save her.
A hand lightly reached out, and landed on her shoulder for a light pat; Should she turn, he would be pointing to his ear holes as if to ask if she might take her earbuds out.
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It had been quite an... Interesting few weeks for Gregory Samson, otherwise known as Doc. First, he'd been minding his own business poking around this side of the rift, when... well, it closed, and all of the 'oh dear, oh dear, oh dear's in the world couldn't get him back again... He was stuck. Doomed to live his life in a place... slightly better than the place he'd been stuck in before.
Not so bad, actually.
He'd managed to spend the first two weeks securing shelter, gaining his bearings, and even lining up interviews for some employment opportunities.
Still, this reality wasn't all that good... He'd found this out from a little bug that had come from nowhere to tell him that the best parkbench was in danger. From this, he surmised that the him of this world possessed similar abilities, that this little one thought he was said him, and, well, little else, actually.
He had to explain to the little one, who went by Igor, that he was not the same Roach, and thus such a message made little sense to him. Still, he was able to convince little Igor to tell him more. More about the parkbench, more about this world's Gregory Samson, and more about this world.
He didn't like everything he heard, but curiosity got the better of him in regards to much of it; Evidentally, in this world, he had not learned to control his more base urges. He was a murderer... Thought according to Igor he was still the second best thing ever, after the Parkbench he'd been carefully selected to watch.
Equipped with only the desire to learn more, He chose to find himself. Perhaps he could reason with him? Teach him how to control his urges, and together they could do much good!
That was not so... Taken to the little apartment across the street from the building with golden doors he found only death. The fallen body of one so like him, but so different lay before a couch, a single gunshot wound to the back of the head having sent him from this mortal coil. Doc stared for some time, confronted so bluntly with his own mortality. Igor had screamed to the heavens his lament as well. He then got cleaning this mess up. It had been there some time, from the smell of things, and no one had bothered to make it right.
Hours later, he walked out of the little apartment, rubbing his finger after the mouth of the other him had reflexively stung him on the finger after he'd tried to move it to a better angle, and it had fallen off. Now though, Igor seemed quite distressed...What was it, midnight? The Parkbench was in danger!
With little better to do, he supposed he could humor the little being and check out his bench, which was presumably being vandalized? After a good hour of travel he'd started to come to the realization that unless there was a park atop the GW bridge, he was not checking on any normal parkbench.
A short, quiet climb found him most of the way up, Igor still fretting as he turned to chit at him a bit, and then skittered up higher. It was cold up here, but the giant cockroach wasn't bothered by it. The random woman sitting atop the highest support arch might be, though. He settled quietly in place, and then spoke in a polite drawl.
"You wouldn't happen to have seen an... incredibly important parkbench up here, would you have?"
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He wasn't hard to find.
Soon after she opened the door, he stumbled in, and sat on the couch, a tea cup in his last existing hand. He slowly put it down, and used the little chest hand to pick up the remote.
-click-
He turned it on, and wheezed out a cough, one of his palps falling into the ground. He paid it no mind. He was too busy turning it to looney tunes. He'd always been fond of the old classics. The weak hand dropped the remote, and reached for the tea, knocking it over. He looked down at it, and sighed, causing bubbles to form in front of his maw.
"It... THHHKKK... Can't go BcHBack... NNNg...Do... Do you misshk it? SittingHKK... Together... Careless.... I HCGKH... I do...I wonder" He hacked again, his little arm trying to cover his mouth. "What would, hnnnn, it have been like... Ifhg... You'd stayghed." His one good eye stared at the cartoons, chuckling as Wiley Coyote fell off a cliff.
"Won't...hk... Be coming backgn... I loved HKGN... I loved you." He felt tired. So tired. He slowly looked over to her, his head wobbling unsteadily. "So... So Sorry. For... Me." He looked back to the tv once more.
He was still. Sitting there. Calm. Maybe even dead already. One final laugh as an anvil fell from the sky.
"Heh."
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The quarter of an hour felt like an eternity of being tossed about and walloped by several versions of the woman he'd tormented for years. Still, he clung to life. He struggled, and dodged, and made sacrifices. He refused to die. By the time the limit ran out, and he appeared back on the floor of the shady safehouse he was a broken bug. He had one chest arm left, both of his main arms were torn off, one at the elbow, one at the shoulder. His face was bent in sideways, dripping blood and goo. He struggled to his feet, wheezing and spitting as he went.
The bug sat on the floor in front of the painting for a while, staring at the wall. A thousand thoughts echoed around his head, whispers, impulses, voices of reason and insanity. Soon, though, they all coalesced into one great idea.
It was over.
He was no more. Maybe... Maybe it was time to find a nice place to die.
Could he take her out with him? No... The truth in all of this was that he had made her too strong. He would fail, just as he had here. She was not plain. She was a masterpiece. His Swan Song. He looked up at the ceiling for a moment, as if to prevent the trail of tears that his eyes could not cry. Never would he be given that relief.
There was only one relief left for him.
He slowly climbed to his feet.
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The room around them disappeared, and Roach found himself falling a half step onto a small stage. He stumbled a second, and looked off to the side as she flee'd. The giant bug could hardly register exactly what was going on before he paused, and looked around. He started with a chuckle. "I... Seem to have completely lost it." He chuckled louder, and then looked up at the great figures before him as they began to stir.
"That's it, then... I am the performer. Brilliant, Shelby. Absolutely brilliant." He tapped his shell, and a small bug crawled out into his palm.
"You think, what, that you will kill me here? I will always come back... Nothing can save you from me." He leaned in, opening his maw wide, and allowing a needle to slowly extend from it, speaking even with his mouth wide open, his palps doing most of the annunciation for him. "Nothing at all-" WHAP
With a sort of popping crack a large pale hand swooped in to backhand him across the stage. He skid for a moment and came to a stop silently before stirring slowly. A wet cough echoed from his slighlty crumpled form as he looked down at the crushed bug in his hand. The hand discarded the poor child and moved up to feel his face... Ruined. He tried to press his mouth needle out... no work. It was ruined... HE was ruined... He couldn't revive himself.
He looked up in time to see another great big hand swinging down toward him. He rolled out of the way, avoiding that blow only to be punished by a blow from another one, tearing a chest arm from its socket so that it hung limply.
He managed to cough out a rasping phraise. "YouKGHnn... YOu BKHNnTCH.... YOughhn... Ruined mee KTCH" He spat out dark blood, and moved to avoid the next blow before falling off the edge of the stage on the side of the five angry figures. They descended upon him in a flurry of merciless blows.
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Like a well trained dog awaiting it's positive reinforcement in the shape of a biscuit he waited patiently. Silently. He'd never watched her work in person before. It was delicate. Methodical. Like a surgeon, but with a craft that would live through ages if properly maintained. She might as well be cutting into his mind with this work. He found himself leaning in to take in every detail as they came to shape. The soft white skin, the dark background creating contrast, making the bloodied porcelain pop. Even though it took hours, he found himself wishing for more.
No. Art was more beautiful when it was precious and finite. This would be her magnum opus. He had to give it the respect of being her last work. He tried to make sense of it. A mirror of her soul in the moment? Shattered feelings swimming in blood and drowned in darkness. The stage. The figures. They reminded him of a dream he'd had. Sometimes, when he looked at her paintings, he wondered if she could read his mind. Perhaps a part of her wallowed in it's deepest recesses. How could he find so much understanding in something made by someone so awfully plain? Someone... Human.
He jumped at the sound of a paint brush hitting the floor. She was finished? Right, then. What did it mean, though? "Complete? Your Swan song? It... It seems like it is missing something." He moved forward, taken by his fascination. "The stage... Where is... Where is the focal point? Where is the performer?" He placed a hand on her shoulder to shove her out of the way so he could look in closer. "Is it the viewer? No... It's not from the point of view of the stage... What... This isn't finished! FINISH it!" He turned to her once more, his voice beginning to curl with rage and impatience.
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"...If you've already killed Saph, and no one else is coming for me... and you are going to kill me anyway, why should I do what you want? How can I put any faith in you not killing anyone else I care about after I am gone?"
He stared at her patiently as she posed the question, and nodded slowly as she wrapped it up. "Have I ever lied to you, Shelby? I hid things from you, but I have never looked into your sadly human eyes and lied. I did all of those things to torment you. When you are dead and gone, and I have digested your face, I will have to find someone else to make art of. Unless you make me promise to kill your father... I could do that. I could make that promise to you. All you have to do to make that happen... is refuse. To paint." He referred to the canvas one more time, and then set her glasses, which he'd pilfered from her room as well, on the small table he'd placed the paints on.
"I could feed you to him first. I did so love that game. I doubt it would be as funny the second time around, but I'll come up with new material when I find a nice, fresh, canvas to paint on."
He stepped back again, and sat just out of chain range, speaking to her pleasantly. "Try and think of your mother when you paint this one. I know you didn't have time to look away as I snapped he neck. How did that make you feel? Explore that."
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The path was clear, and he skipped down like some sort of Wonka-esque figure, ignoring his bleeding, disgusting wrist, and how it made his hand hang a little limp. He had a few more hands to rely on, after all, and Shelby wasn't exactly challenging prey alone, provided he didn't let his guard down. His eye was a good reminder of that stipulation. His bugs went pretty much everywhere else, crowding cameras, distracting the few denizens of the school who were awake at this late hour. He came to the side wall of the dorms, and effortlessly scaled the wall, relying on a few roaches to unlock the window.
Once that was done, he slid in silently, a black fog rolling into the room containing the softly snoring pink haired artist. Awww, how cute. She had no idea... He methodically grabbed one end of the bet sheets, tugged them from their tucked position, walked over to the next corner, repeated the process, and moved on until all four corners were slack. He then gathered them up, tugging sharply at the sides in an action that would almost certainly awaken her. He then closed all of the ends over her, and lifted the makeshift Shelby sheet sack he'd made. "Wakey wakey, darling. I do hope you slept well! We have much work to do!" He then gave where he guessed her head to be a good solid punch, aiming to put out her lights for a bit.
He couldn't have her alerting the other mansionites away from their bug exterminations to her kidnapping. He went out the same way he came in, climbing down with her over shoulder, and then dragging the sheet across the grass into the van. Before he shut the door behind him, he took a deep breath, and then gasped out the word: "Victory."
Thirty minutes or so later, Shelby would awaken in a dark room. "You're at a safe house... Well... for me. It's definitely not safe for you, here." He was wrapping his wrist.
"You and your baby are going to die tonight. I'm not sure which will be first." He spoke frankly, finishing up quickly, and standing to hand her a paint brush. She was in a chair, but evidently not restrained. A quick investigation would show she was chained to the chair by her foot, given a few feet of slack. The chair itself was bolted to the floor.
"I need you to do something before you die... how well you do will decide whether or not I kill you first... And whether I hunt down everyone else you love after I'm done here. You see, I couldn't take everything from you, could I? I didn't want to run out of bargaining chips here." He nodded factually as he dug out an A frame easel, and set it up before her.
"I need one last work... Something... Amazing. Something that reflects how this moment makes you feel." He pulled out a bucket full of paint tubes. He had tried his hand at replicating her art, but had failed horribly. These paints were better used by her. "Oh, how rude of me... Let me give you some light!" He disappeared into a darker corner, and flicked on a light switch, revealing a small room filled with he paintings... It had to be at least 75% of the works she'd sold thus far.
He'd been collecting them.
"I love your work. Every time I hurt you it develops even more! Yes... These are your works of art, but I really must say... You are my art... My greatest work yet." He marveled at her for a moment, and then the pieces. "Take your time. No one is coming. Saphirus is dead, Megan is broken, and doesn't know this safe house... All you have left is this." He pulled out a plain white canvas, and plopped it onto the frame. "Your swan song... Make it your best!" He walked over to sit in a small chair in the corner and watch. Quietly. With baited breath.
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He watched with baited breath as she bared her fangs. "That, I like more..." She really was beautiful when she wanted to be.
A knife came seemingly out of nowhere and embedded itself in his wrist. He gasped as he dropped his gun. Pulling the knife out. "RRRHHH! Uncalled for! I was only going to kill you! WHY CAN'T YOU EVER LET ME HAVE MY WAY, MEGAN?!" He growled as he tossed the knife to the side. He didn't have time for this, the now damaged wrist watch he'd had on was stuck five minutes away from his Shelby interception deadline.
"I'm not done with you... I'll see you later tonight you traitorous wench!" He clenched his wrist as he charged back to the van, hopped in and slammed the door shit. "YOU'RE A TERRIBLE ROOMMATE!" He spoke almost nonsensically as he backed the van up, running over the front of the skid out bike. He then moved forward over the same area, and sped off toward his objective.
He would be there soon. He still clenched his wrist as he drove with his chest arms. Soon this would all be over. A deep breath and a growl of frustration followed as he punched out the van side window with his left hand. He took that release as cue to calm himself. "Settle down, Roachie boy... You have much work to do; It's not the night to lose focus." Yes, nothing was lost... He would find Megan and put her down later. The real prize was so close!
He clacked his mandibles in anticipation once more... He'd made it. The van skid to a stop, and he popped out of the back door, a massive swarm of cockroaches departing with him.
He sent them in first to create a path to her, and cut off the danger room this time. He couldn't have that debacle repeat itself. Not on this night.
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"I really must say I appreciate you all! It's like you are trying to make this the best night of my life! First, I get to kill that stupid imbecile of a man, and now you... And then, my little artist!" He squealed with joy, betraying the sophisticated English accent he loved to layer upon his own for a moment. He held up his revolver, barely aiming as he fired off a round in her direction. If it hit or not, it would get her attention as she tried to stand back up.
"Megan, Megan, Megan... Did you cut your hair?" He eyed her for a moment... She did look a little different. "I liked it more before." He aimed again, this time more carefully... The heart? The head? He couldn't decide... Maybe between the eyes, he could watch them lose the light of life quickly. Yes... He centered the sights.... and then hesitated.
"One last chance, Megan... Give this up. Come home with me... We can live like how we used to, in that tiny little apartment. I can try and rule the world... You can cook for me, tell me i'm crazy, but live more recklessly than I could even imagine. One last chance." He stared blankly with his one good eye as he waited for her response, the gun aimed steadily right between her eyes. She had no side arm; he could see it a good twenty feet away resting harmlessly on the pavement. He knew the answer... It had been the same for years. But she was defenseless, alone, and about to die... Maybe she would say yes?
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As if on cue the traitor arrived. The giant bug heard her before he'd seen her, The screech of tires prompted a glance to the end of the street. She rocketed past him prompting an odd shrug as he tracked her with his head, looked back at the road, an then at her in his rear view as she caught up. He rolled down the manual window to wave out, as if he were telling her to go around, but then quickly rolled it back up when he saw the shotgun over her shoulder.
"Goodness, Megan, my girl! Such a violent weapon! Someone could get hurt!" He squealed merrily as he waited for her to get close enough to try and use the shotgun effectively against his vehicle. As he'd thought, she aimed to use it on his tires. That simply would not do. The Roach watched for a traffic sign coming up on her side, and timed a swerve and a slam on the breaks for it's passing to make it harder for her to fully swerve out of the way. He was rewarded with the sound of a crash behind him.
He was far past sparing her any pain. She'd hurt him too badly. As the van skid to a halt, he pulled his old revolver from his shell. He'd hoped he would run into her with it in hand... It was the perfect tool for putting someone so broken and pitifully lost out of their misery.
His heart both relished, and dreaded the thought of killing her. Still, Shelby was the main goal tonight; he had to remind himself of that. She was where his art would sing! Megan was simply old news. Slowly he opened the door, and danced on out of the driver's seat. "Megan! I do hope that didn't do you in... I have something for you!"
Gregory Samson was silent as he drove his van down the streets of New York. It was a bitter sweet experience, knowing you were sending one or more of your children to their deaths.
They sacrifice wasn't in vain, though. His was a plot that required a few sacrificial pawns in order to capture the queen. He allowed himself a meditative breath as he turned off main street toward the road that led to Greymalkin. He would see her soon. He would tell her about his trap... His art. He would sit her down and make her paint him something special. He would tell her how her mother tasted, how satisfying it was to kill her. Oh, he had so many beautiful things to do! The first trick would be getting in, of course, but he had some ideas. To start, he'd arranged for the closing security staff to have a nasty bout of food poisoning...
He hoped to do much of his work outside; he would have to get in, grab her, and get out to his closest safehouse; Dear Megan's spiders hadn't found that one. He noticed something at the corner, and slowed the van to a stop... One of his bugs had a message to deliver. His antennae perked up straight as he listened to the little bug.
"Speak of the spider..."
He mused as he pressed on the gas, moving steadily toward his destination.
More to the party only meant more fun, right? It all just meant he could get revenge, and then enjoy the rest of the night on top of it!
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There had not been a lot of good days in the past year. Indeed, this year had been a tale of lost fortunes, destroyed connections, painful betrayals, and avoiding spiders at any cost.
Dreadful, really.
Today, though... Today was going to be splendid. Why, a curious mind might inquire? Because someone had caught The Masochist. You see, the only point of joy the giant cockroach by the name of Gregory Samson had been able to come across over the past year could be found in the horrendous torture of one Shelby Walters. A poor girl who had stumbled upon him witlessly and been foolish enough to take a picture.
Oh, sweet memories. He still tasted her roommate's blood on his... did he have a tongue? More like a series of palps. What was her name again? Jennie? Something like that. She'd certainly tasted better than Angela, Shelby's mother, had. Not nearly as satisfying to watch die, though.
Still, he had yet to complete the total and utter destruction of her life and character. She was not ready to be eaten. Soon. One major stride would be to kill her baby daddy, right?
That was why the giant bug strode into Krazy Tucks Jujistu Gym, donning a very large Hawaiian shirt, cargo shorts, a large knotted rope, in case the incompetents who brought him hadn't followed his instructions, and a pair on sandals, not on his feet, but on his antennae.
He hummed merrily as he danced on through the front doors, swinging to rope about like a pimp cane. He froze, however, when he, through his one good eye, caught sight of a bunch of men still slowly recovering from a major @#$whooping.
"Goodness, gracieous me... Is it always like this in here?" He knew that wasn't the case... Still, he held on to a modicum of hope as he wandered through the crowd looking for a certain face. Negative. He turned to head down into the basement to see Tucker himself rubbing his head, and slowly climbing to his feet. An empty chair with a broken chain was all that remained of his lovely day.
"Well... This is... Unfortunate." The man looked up, somewhat confused and disoriented. Roach proceeded to flog him to death with a knotted rope, screaming out his rage as he did so.
The only silver lining was that there was plenty here to eat.
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The scene was set, real as day, and yet as out of body as anything could get.
As the giant cockroach coerced the older woman into taking the pistol, he simply laughed at all of Shelby's pleas.
"Too late, my dear. Too little, too late. I gave you your chance to just give in! Now, we will relish in each other's misery until you die! Me, I will live forever, and one day you will be but a fond recollection. That's how little you matter in the end, Shelby. I will grow and flourish while you whither underneath by thumb!"
His head snapped again at an odd angle to face the doll on the wall, the room freezing once more.
"How did someone so strong come from someone so weak? I knew I could break her. Easily, and in doing so, I broke you. I finally broke you. You told me you would do so many things for me. Anything, you ended with. Anything. You pitiful mess. You already know what you need to do!"
Back to reality. He merrily skipped around the woman, practically singing. "you have to choose, you have to choose! Choose or I kill everyone and eat your bodies! Chooooooose! CHOOOOOOSE! CHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO-" She aimed at Mr. Walters, and pulled the trigger.
click
"Empty, my dear. But now you all know who she would have chosen." The giant bug cackled from his spot behind Mah Walters, and reached down to grab her head, twisting savagely until there was a loud pop.
The room went black again.
Shelby was standing in a dark room free to move, unrestrained. A soft whisper creeped into her ears.
"You know what you need to do..."
A spot light kicked on, aiming down at a blank canvas on an easel. Paints carefully placed to the side.
"You know."
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So much would seem so familiar, so much so alien; it was an injection of her subconscious into a sick, white washed reality.
"the pills aren't helping, are they? They mute the pain, Shelby, but they also mute you. You know what you have to do. Your mother knew what she had to do. And you blame yourself for it! I LoVe ThaT ABOut YoU!"
His voice fluctuated, shifting between the gentlemanly drone and an acidic hiss that stung the ear drums like a swarm of angry hornets. Her dad's voice rang clear and true, a reflection of a memory so cemented into her being that anything but perfect recall was impossible.
"PULL THE TRIGGER, SHELBY! PULLLL ITTTTTT-" BANG
A rush of tiny skittering limbs provided a cacophonous symphony as the room came into focus. She was among them, and they, among her, crawling in and around her body as if it held no barriers. It was a sea of them, and all of them, moving like a current to sweep her away. Effortlessly they shifted her in their grasp, aiming her toward her destination, a giant laughing maw. "Try all you might, no pill will fix this. You must let it out the only way you know how!"
A swell came up in the wave, lifting her up high, and sending her into a free-fall into the great cavernous mouth. Quickly as she fell into the darkness, the mandibles slammed shut-
"You see, this is how we'll play our little game. This gun... Has one bullet in it! Only one. That bullet is going to kill one of you! Isn't it grand!" The shifting from the small audience increased as they all took in the news. "Now now! Settle down! I'm no barbarian! A gentleman and an artist like myself revels in a chance to create drama... So, I will give one of you a once in a lifetime choice! One of you gets this gun! You will get to choose who dies!" Unable to contain himself, the giant bug squealed in excitement. "ohhhhhhhh I CANT WAIT TO SEE THE ART UNFOLD BEFORE MY VERY EYES!"
He spun on them, and froze, clacking his mandibles slowly.
"Now... Who... Gets... The gun?" He slowly paced around, tapping the small snub nosed revolver against his head as he pondered.
"Oh! I think I know just. the right. Choice."
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