Emotionally exhausted, Thurhame turned to his last remaining opponent ... no, the only other still living participant in the game. The dice had been cast, the winner decided. Now all that was left to do was to press the button. No, no matter how it was euphemised, this was murder. His hand hovered over the button, as his train of thought chased itself in circles. He realized he was exhausted, not just emotionally but physically. Grey swam in front of his eyes, and he lost his balance, barely catching himself with one hand.
*beep*
Silence filled the room for an instant, as Thurhame recalled exactly where that hand had been. Fear and horror passed over his companion's face, before it glazed over into the blank stare of death.
*beep*
Silence filled the room for an instant, as Thurhame recalled exactly where that hand had been. Fear and horror passed over his companion's face, before it glazed over into the blank stare of death.