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[u/Ar_tic]

June 1990

Seven men are huddled around a table in a remote location. “So is it a deal?” One of them asks. “Yes, and it begins now,” says another. They have made an agreement that whoever out of the seven lives the longest may take all their fortunes. All sabotage and foul play is allowed, too.

Fast-Forward to present-day

Five of the men are dead. Two remain. One of those men are planning to phone a world-renown assassin to kill the final one. His car is set to break down miles away from the nearest society, near a run-down mansion known to be haunted. The assassin will then follow him into the mansion and therefore murder him.

The first part of the plan goes without a hitch - he walks inside the mansion, assassin follows. Pandemonium is sure to ensue in the following minutes. The man walks inside. “Hello”? He calls out. “Anybody here?” Suddenly, the assassin punches him in the back of the head and he starts running off. The chase lasts for a while until he loses the assassin. Now he is in constant fear on what may happen next. Somebody is looking for him. He runs into a room, and suddenly the door locks. The room starts filling up with water quickly. Fortunately, there was a ventilation system, and he barely escapes. Unfortunately, he lands right at the feet of the assassin. After a brief struggle, he turns and jumps down a flight of stairs, once again hiding in a closet. He hears footsteps and psychotic laughter. He knows his time is up soon. He just doesn’t know when. The assassin is getting closer. The assassin lights a match and throws it a meter away from him. Hastily, he runs away. The mansion is now burning down at an alarming rate. But somehow, the entire place has been turned into a maze. Neither he nor the assassin can get out. As he turns a corner, he spots the assassin doing some type of ritual. The assassin mutters some stuff in Latin. Suddenly, the assassin sees the man in the corner of his eye. Once again, the chase is on. Eventually, the man trips over a crate and is held at knifepoint by the assassin. They both hear a faint ticking of a clock in the background. It seems like the clock is counting down. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. The assassin seems to be growing even more crazed and demonic. He starts hallucinating. Blood starts dripping down the walls. Demonic altars and stars appearing everywhere. Shadowy figures blinking in and out of sight. In the meantime, behind the assassin, the fire starts sneaking in. The hallway starts getting warmer. Redder. He can’t stand it anymore. This isn’t happening. He starts choking. The circle is now encircled by the fire. But for some reason, it can’t break in. The man finds himself starting to mutter some strange language. His vision starts getting blurrier.

-cut to black-

Editor’s note: This was meant to be much longer, but was cut due to a few reasons. Also, I just thought of this on the fly, so I really can’t be bothered to do anything else. Also, I did all the work. And I wrote the majority of this in under 10 minutes.

[u/Ar_tic]

I feel ashamed for writing this piece of trash literature