***NIGHT 3***"Something is wrong... someone is... 'influencing' this game of mine without my knowledge. I thought it was only me yesterday but it seems there is another. I must find this person and his possible collaborator. I will not stand to see my work upset by this perpetrator." He picked up His comm and said into it: "If this uninvited guest of mine disturbs my game once more, terminate the project. It is useless to me if it is tainted..." He stopped speaking into the comm, "although perhaps I can do something to re-balance what has been unbalanced." He began typing something on His computer.
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"So it's agreed. We'll take extra measures to
not set off any alarms this time." said the watchful man to the group.
"Shut up, or I'll throw this at you again. I hate the sound of your voice." said the strange man to the watchful man.
"We wouldn't want to leave any evidence, now would we?" said the overconfident man.
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The overconfident man crawled into an air duct from the outside wall. He knew that his target was inside. "He'll
never suspect me..." he grunted to himself as he made his way through the duct.
A few minutes later, he found an exit to the duct. He carelessly kicked open the metal plating and quickly pushed himself out of the wall-duct.
A surprised Norm turned his chair around to face the overconfident man. "What are you doing here man? It's like 3:30 in the mor-"
Bang. Norm fell to the ground, clutching his chest.
The overconfident man said, "I think this calls for a poem." He cleared his throat. "I love this one. One of my consorts wrote it... he was very strange, though. A-hem:
As I think of you,
And thoughts become focused,
As the world around me,
Need no longer be noticed-"
"I... trusted... you..." said Norm, through clenched teeth.
"Well, you certainly know how to state the obvious! It's quite alright though, your friends are going to die tonight as well, so you won't get lonely in the afterlife!"
"No... they won't... I... hav- *cough* spec- *cough* *hack* ... powers..." he gasped through his last breath, and then Norm died.
The overconfident man was confused. "Hmm, I don't believe I understand. Ah well, nothing to be concerned about."
Just as he finished speaking, a pulse of dark-orange energy came from the corpse of
Norm. It spread throughout the room, then it rushed out of every available exit.
"What the devil...?" said the overconfident man.
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"Just who are you really!?!" said one of the two townspeople, who were blindfolded and cowering on the ground. Their attackers were masked and unidentifiable.
"Just a crazy man looking to do crazy things." Said one attacker. The other fired his shotgun at the townspeople just as a plethora of dark-orange energy covered the pellets mid-air, slowing them to a stop, and then dissolving them.
The voice of Norm seemed to come from the dark-orange mist. "You cannot hurt them! I forbid it!"
The attacker with the shotgun frowned, and said, "This is weird, I thought things would be boring tonight," He shrugged, "oh well."
The attacked without the shotgun said, "Fine... you win tonight."
They left the two townspeople alone.
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