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"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

E-1 screamed as the room collapsed, abandoning the floor and scrambling on top of the table. Chairs screeched as they crushed into the side of the table, causing the edges to splinter. E-1 pushed in towards the center of the table as far as she could and covered her ears until the noise stopped. It was suddenly very, very crowded.

"Oh god." she sobbed, trembling from shock.

[ A-Eleven is neutral at the moment ]

She had been quite shocked when the cloaked figure had accepted the vote and agreed to follow through with the judgement. Even more shocked when the figure allowed itself to be hit...and disappeared. While she highly doubted the stranger was dead, they were no longer in the room.

For a moment, things had seemed calm. In an instant that changed. A-Eleven had stood, ready to defend the members of her team. Though, that seemed unnecessary. Three bodies fell. She would have been shocked or appalled, but she had already seen bodies fall (one of these even) and knew she would see death again. Though she did try to avoid looking at them.

Things grew calm again, and people began to discuss options. She was about to vote for more waiting when the walls came crashing in. A-Twelve had been right. The walls were moving.

The table and chairs pressed against her, as did other people. Panic, or what she assumed was panic, set in for just a moment. They were going top be crushed. But it stopped, oh, thank heaven it stopped. When it was over, A-Eleven found herself uncomfortably perched on a bit of table and chair.

"This is....bad," she muttered. Absentmindedly she rubbed her ankle, must have gotten a bit squished there for a moment. Not that it mattered in the current situation.

"The "Traitor" still lives....one of us." She looked around the room at everyone. More would have to die. This was just like the damn 'Death' horse on the Beach. It would never be enough. She could feel the numbness creeping in, her mind not wanting to accept the situation...how could this nonsense be real?

"Damn these stupid games."

((Bed time for me~))

E-13 accepted the hand up, then looked at the pendant, still in his hand. He opened his mouth, gaping again like a fish. The effect was lost behind gas mask.

Neville?

"But they're all over the island, you heard the guy, seven slots taken. Even if- but... how are we supposed to...?" ...He looked at the pendant again. "You're sure it's the pendants and not that stupid watch?"

A mysterious ticking noise.

Snape. Snape. Severus Snape.

Dumbledore!

Wait, those names. That sound. Those people.

There had been one shining moment in which Eta IV had stood up and tried to reclaim her own sanity, even in the insanity of this situation. Then it all unraveled. A string was pulled. She abandoned her foothold in rationality and gave in to the delusion of the Wizarding World once more.

It probably had something to do with people being hacked to bits with a scythe all around her. Goddamn, Hagrid was manly. The sight of another competitor's head twirling through the air like a frisbee was enough to make her absolutely grateful she had had nothing to eat.

Suddenly, Eta IV was Hermione once more.

"HARRY! THE HORCRUXES!"

But of course Gamma Harry already knew. Even as the walls closed in, he was asking for the scythe -- a tool of destruction. They had to destroy these emblems of the Dark Lord's power over them. If they destroyed them, then they would destroy a piece of him too.

That would work, wouldn't it? Another quieter part of the girl wanted simply to take hold of one of the life-saving pendants and squeeze it until she was immortal.

Hermione whipped around on Nevil13 Longbottom. He was speaking calmly to Harry. She was less calm. "Neville, I don't have time to talk about Herbology -- give me the pendant!" Her eyes pricked on him then, fierce and unyielding. "We have to stop the mysterious ticking noise before it is too late -- don't you understand? The pendants are the source of the power." Hermione was becoming hysterical. Both hands gripped Epilson XIII on either side.

Well, they tried to. Epilson XIII was shred like tissue paper before her eyes. She gripped the upper half of his torso for a moment, and then it slipped through her fingers, landing with a splat. Her fingertips shook for a second, breath shuddering out of her.

But Neville didn't die in the books.
Neville went on to teach at Hogwarts.
Neville was the Other Boy Who Lived.

Without a word, Eta IV dropped to her knees and began foraging in the blood, gore, and body parts for the gleam of a blue pendant. The pendants were the key to their survival. They pendants were the key to their undoing. The pendants were something that was worth digging through tissue and bone and blood for. Her gloves were heavy with it, knees soaked up to the brim.

Unlike Gamma III, Eta IV would rather live as a girl drenched in blood than die as a martyr.

[E7 is Neutral, but asking for E10 to smash the watch.]

E7 watched this whole time he stood back and watched. Everything that happened, the death, the chaos. When E13 was killed he frowned, heavily.

Sighing softly he paused, having heard something mentioned about a watch. He paused, E10 had picked up the watch. Gears were churning, "E10!!!" He cried as the floor shifted and everything started moving he climbed onto a chair to try to save his skin. E10 was now wearing the reapers cloak.

"E10 smash the watch. If it stops the rest of us might can get out alive. It's worth a try at least!" He looked around yelling at E10. He wasn't about to move and risk his neck.

He wanted to scramble to E13, but what was the use, if you were just going to die anyway if you got too close to the scythe. He started thinking about the shadows again and the horse. "Oh I wish the pony was here." He whimpered, thinking maybe the pony could save them.

((REAPER TEN is still neutral))

And as quickly as that, the world went to s**t. The people she was talking to were sliced and diced and blood splattered on her mask. REAPER TEN just stood there, eyes wide and jaw slacked, staring at the blood dripping down the face of her mask. This...this was real. This was real life. Her world was red and hazy through the goopy blood. They were really dead, this wasn't just a game, they were dying real deaths. Shaking hands reaching up to wipe away at the blood, swallowing hard and clamping her mouth shut. She felt sick to her stomach and she wanted to just throw up. She wanted to run into the corner, take off her mask and throw up. Instead she coughed and turned away from the group, pulling up the hood on her stolen hoodie to hide herself.

Suddenly she heard a rumbling. Wh..what the...had that girl been right?! The walls were really moving!? She stopped freaking out when Gamma Three called herself the traitor. What? Why would she--oh, this was kind of her fault. But then they didn't have to believe in her. They could have just called her crazy and told her to shut up and sit down... "Don't blame yourself. We could have to--" The scythe interrupted it. It had sliced through someone in pink. Oh god...oh god oh god...oh god! No! No! Not him! Anyone but him!

REAPER TEN fell to her knees and watched as E-13 fell to pieces, leaning against the wall that was now beside her where it wasn't a moment ago. E-13..he was dead. He was dead and he..he was so nice. Why did he have to die? Wasn't this what she wanted? She'd wanted to kill him herself! Kill him and take his remaining pendant.

She was a monster.

She made a tiny noise as E7 told her to smash the watch, looking around. The watch? She threw the watch. She didn't have it anymore. "I..I don't have the watch. I threw it, it's..it's somewhere..." She got on her knees and ran her hands over the floor, sifting through the blood and bodies while trying to listen for the ticking of the watch. They had six hours. How many hours had it been? E-13 was dead. E-13 was dead. Why was he dead? They were going to be in the final 13! They'd agreed it'd be them and their squad! Though last she'd heard most of their squad was dead now anyway...

Watch, watch. Where was that damn watch? She reached out, not moving but stretching as far as she could in search of this watch.

[Zeta Eleven is attacking Alpha Ten. DON'T SCYTHE ME BRO!]

Um.

Well.

... uh.

Y'see.

Zeta Eleven wasn't entirely sure where to begin. Without even having left his chair, the reaper had disappeared, three people had died, and they had all reached a mutual understanding that everyone was perfectly okay with being crushed to death, because killing people was totally not cool.

Except for, y'know, those three people whose blood continued to pour out across the floor, the shrinking room causing the pool of scarlet to rise steadily up their boots. To make an omelet...?

But, maybe everyone wasn't okay with just waiting to die. Maybe some people wanted to live, wanted to grip to that smallest sliver of survival no matter the cost. Eleven had fully expected the vote to turn against them. Their current situation was in no way a surprise, the natural outcome when you tried to bend the rules on this island. He had already learned that once, but the consequences for his last transgression had been swift. That fire had put things into perspective pretty quickly. But this? This waiting around? It gave him time to think, and that was a dangerous thing.

Oh, wait. Make that four people dead. Swell. He suddenly missed his gun very much, wishing he could shoot Alpha Ten twice. He had felt so guilty for claiming her life, yet that seemed trivial now. Bodies were scattered across the floor, her own hands were soaked in blood, and that scythe was wavering in her hands.

That scythe. The only tangible, knowable thing in the entire room. Whoever had the scythe had power and didn't have to worry about the errant whims of these very emotional people. Of course, they had to deal with the horror of cleaving human beings in half, but a clear moral compass had a tendency to lose direction in a few inches of blood.

The uneven arrangement of the floor and chairs made maneuvering difficult, but a clear sense of purpose made lunging toward Alpha Ten easy. He tried not to think of how dangerous taking a stand was, making a move to knock the weapon from her hands and praying for a shift in wind currents or a random tremor in her muscles to alter the course of any counterattack. The odds of a successful strike were minuscule in comparison to those of the scythe's blade forcefully separating him from his moral coil, but any percent more than zero was worth banking on at this point.

Weapon being used: MELEE!
Total damage to self: 100 HP TO MY PRIDE
Total damage to Alpha Ten: 1 HP
Total HP value left: 15