Raken
-TWO WEEKS AGO-
Raken Guerra, I'm your newly assigned virtual assistant, Gabriel. The show is grateful to have last year winner competing again
"Yeah whatever" I just need one more year I'm so close. I received a call inviting me to the show again from a person whose voice has been altered, it's him I can feel it. The Game Master. I just need to participate again; all those clues fuck I got distracted from the main reason why I am playing
You may be wandering why I'm playing again when I have everything, money and fame. I don't give two shits about that. They took him away from me, I want revenge
I want to know why, why they took him, why he didn't return back for our anniversary what happened to him, I want answers but most importantly I miss him
I was so close last year
I won't let him escape this time this internal game between me and the game master will soon come to an end
The winner will be declared
My house or mansion as some may call it is a lonely motherfucking hell constantly reminding me about my loneliness if I could give everything away to be with him again I would, again and again I would
Coming out of the bathroom with a towel hanged loosely on my waist as I use another to dry my hair, I pace to my walk-in closet, eyes taking everything in, the suits that are arranged in a never-ending file, a glass table where my expensive wristwatches are display, I do have a lot of them
Over-priced shoes arranged in two shelves facing each other then his things at the deepest end of this room, I've never been there since that night and I don't want hurt myself again
"Gabriel what's the first task" I explore round a wide variety of shirts and decided to go with a gray turtleneck, its pouring heavily these days, sleek custom-made Italian pants that could buy a damn house, I don't joke with my suits and slid in any wristwatch at this point they all look good on me
Your first task is to go tell the world about He Is Royalty
Oh, please without me going round the street holding a megaphone shouting on top of my lungs about the show, its quite popular and I learnt the game started 5 years ago, they only put the good shit live as they swept the rest dirt under the carpet
By clicking yes, you agree to all their terms and disclosing private information about the game is not allowed. If discovered one will be eliminated from the game and from life itself. I was the sole winner last year, I don't know where the other contestants are and no one seemed to be asking about them
Its all just freaking crazy, all those people were streamed live and were showed to that silver door when they lost where did they end up to
Are they dead?
Fronting at my full-length mirror I catch the reflection of my shelf. My dark emerald eyes glistening with distance and far from home, because it is. The loose blonde curls he always like playing with dyed dark brown now
Barely noticeable stubble painted my defined jawline, a piecing on my perfectly carved left brow and my build I spent years working on. Workout clears my head; I didn't care about the nice build and all that I just needed a crushing weight to pull me back to reality along the way my build got visible
Defined muscles bulging out with every move I make and the nice six pecs on my lower abdomen. My height is frightening to some though I should be 6'4 or something I changed a lot which makes me scared if maybe he's out there how would he recognize me; all my past features are cleared because it reminded me too much of him
Damn what the hell am I doing? Do I really want to participate in this show again the last time I nearly got killed I realize then that's this isn't a normal show its kill or be killed
With the use of any means, it doesn't have to be physical
"How does the game want me to do it" I settle down with some toast and juice, I'm not up for anything heavy today, a light breakfast will do
However, I learnt how to cook because I don't like brining people except for the guards and the cleaning service I use if I could do that myself I would
The show is aiming for a higher audience this time, you are to announce the show in the next big interview the entertainment world is featuring which you were invited to as the special guest
That won't be too hard merely that's how beginning is simple as the day passes it turns into something you can't fathom
"Is that all?"
Your special quests will be unlocked to you at stage one due to the fact you have participated before, it will be open in the evening sir
Dropping my plates in the sink, i strode out of my house. The interview is in two weeks time but i have to sign in for a brief discussion with the head hosting the show.
Coming out of the building the area is swamped with security, my popularity came with it perks meaning my life is in constant danger and it doesn't help matters if its because of the game.
The driver, Mr. Frank, opened the door to my silver porch, i would prefer the green Lamborghini Huracan but this would do for now
"where to sir"
"SkyRise"
Special quests or clues, you say, i can't wait to end this shit show, to finally know what happened to the one who set my heart ablaze and left me to burn.