Laura's POV—
"Too bad for you, right? Except three, everyone voted for you. Do you have to say anything, Laura? Maybe you are feeling dejected or, maybe you regret making me your enemy," taunted Susan.
I sighed at her attitude. People like her think themselves as someone who will never choose something wrong. They believe their chosen options are always correct. Nothing will ever go wrong for them.
"Susan, I don't know you. Perhaps, I will even forget you after sometime. For me, you are an unremarkable person? You want revenge? Congratulations! You got. Yet, are you feeling satisfied? Look at my face, do you see any sign of resentment for you?" I asked her, directly looking into her eyes.
A series of emotions passed through Susan's face. Composing herself, she sneered, "I don't care if you resent me or not. You want to ask me if I am satisfied or not? I am satisfied... I am really satisfied. Besides, you are going to die."
"I am already dead. It's not new for me."
"Are you mocking me?"
"If you think so, then yes... I am mocking you."
Susan snorted, "You are just trying to mask your fear."
Am I afraid?
Yes, I am. Everyone is afraid of death, and the same goes for me. But at the same time, I am not that afraid. I am already dead, right? So, it doesn't matter if I die again. I have already too much in my life. But what did I do? Nothing much. Just remained an idle person.
Although, I don't want to feel pain. That's... the only thing I hate about death. Torture is out of question!
I don't know what will happen with me the moment I step out of this train. The only thing I can do is, wait for the 'judgement.'
Gabriel squeezed my shoulder, attempting to comfort me. I smiled at his gesture.
"How are you feeling? Laura, do you like this taste of defeat? Tell something! Or, are you rendered speechless due to the sheer amount of fear you are feeling?" asked Susan. Her voice was full of sarcasm.
I shook my head and replied, "I am not feeling good. You are correct. I am scared, but so are you. Maybe this time I will be really 'dead.' But you? You will be always scared for your life. Expecting the unexpected, right? Your fear will be constant."
My eyes turned cold as I smirked at her.
"Why are you smirking?"
"Oh, I am smirking because of the delusion that you have covered your brain with. I have noticed one thing unusual about you, and now, I am sure. You want to compete with me, right? A win over me, that's what you want. You want to defeat me. But you can't. No matter how much you try, beg, scream, cry, and whine like a bitch... you can't defeat me. Although, physically you can defeat me. Mentally? No. You can't. In my eyes, you are a fool. A dancing monkey who thinks she will defeat me if she throws me out of the train. That's what you are, and that's what you will always be."
Arrogance dripped from my words. For a brief moment, I tore apart my mask with my hands. A sudden collapse in my persona, almost revealed my true shelf. Forget it. These people simply lack the brains to sense something wrong with me.
Susan looked utterly baffled as if she couldn't believe my words. Her face was becoming more and more ugly with each passing second. Honestly, I was feeling afraid that she might hit me. Suddenly, she thrusted her hand towards my neck. Flinching in fear, I closed my eyes, waiting for the attack to hit my neck.
But nothing happened. Slowly, I opened my eyes to see Gabriel restraining her hand with his. With a low tone, he said, "It's enough now. You have hurt her enough. A policewoman shouldn't hit a powerless woman. Do you think she can defend herself from your attack? No, she can't."
He released her hand and turned towards me.
"Don't be afraid. She will not hit you."
"Miss Susan, should we tie her up like the rest?" asked a random man.
Susan shook her head in denial. "No need. She is powerless against us."
"So, it's over. Only four people are nominated. Hmmm... I believe that I have already laid the rules in front of me, haven't I? All left is to... throw these people out. But I want to ask you a question," said Mr. Voice.
Susan frowned at his words. "You were the one who told us to differentiate people on the basis of parameters you have shown us."
Mr. Voice sighed loudly. "I thought your batch would have at least some intelligent people but I was wrong. Did I ever say you need to nominate people on the basis of values? Do you believe the higher the value is, the better he/she is?"
"What the fuck is wrong with you?! We did what you said!" yelled a woman.
Mr. Voice laughed, "Player Ellen, I am the one who makes rules. Yes, you all followed the rules but... I haven't told you all the rules. All of you expected without asking the important question. What will happen with the nominated players after they are thrown out? Will they die like those people?"
Susan paled drastically.