The Purple Patch - Missouri Valley College

overall, I felt better as a person. The girls were crying as I got back.
“What did you do, Baba” Flit asked, tears streaming.
“I won us the game!” I replied.
“You’re wrong. They came to us. They tied us here. They won’t
let us leave.” Flit looked away from me.
“What are you talking about” I asked.
“We are trapped here, and now we are going to die slowly. And
painfully.” Flit looked down and I noticed that she was chained to the
floor.
“Who did this” I demanded.
“Zere weer masked meen. Two of zem.” I began to think of a
plan, and as one came to mind, I felt pain, and then . . . nothing.
I woke up, groggy, afraid. I was chained to the ground now,
but not with Leda or Flit. A putrid smell made me dry heave and felt
weak. I was in a dark room by myself. Some light was visible below
what I thought might be a door. I tried to move, but my hands were
chained so tight I could barely wriggle my fingers.
I stretched my leg as far as it would go and hit a wall. Good.
I could work from there. I used my toes to feel up the cold wall, and
finally found a switch, which I pushed up, revealing the room.
I looked around and realized I was in a make-shift morgue.
At least fifty dead bodies surrounded me, including two very familiar
ones. A tall slender figure with blonde hair, and a short one, both
naked.
“No,” I muttered, tears coming to my eyes, “No!” I don’t know
what happened next, if it was a fluke of the product or eternal rage
within me, but I broke out of the shackles. I ran to the bodies, flinging
myself on them. I grabbed Flit’s lifeless body, caressing it in my
hands. Why had we done this, signed up for this horrible game, killed
people, yelled, screamed, cried I loved her, and it was because of this
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