Chapter Twenty-Seven

                                    

                                          
"N-nothing." The guy stuttered. 
                          
The person I still couldn't see chuckled, "Then I suggest you put down your gun."
                          
The man straightened his posture, squaring his shoulders, "And why should I do that?" 
                          
"Do you have a brain? I'm holding a gun to your head. You shoot her, I shoot you." The voice stated simply. 
                          
"Or I'd turn around and shoot you." The guy says. Even my nerves have diminished because of how stupid this guy is turning out to be. 
                          
I heard the voice sigh, "Listen man, you either drop your gun and walk away from this.. Letting bigons be bigons, or I'm going to put a bullet through your head. Two options. Your pick." 
                          
"I'll put down my gun when you take the barrel off my head." He comments. 
                          
I hear more footsteps coming, and I think so does the voice based off what he says, "Looks like we're going to be getting some company. You better decide fast." 
                          
The man doesn't move, if he wasn't wearing his mask I can tell he'd be staring me down, "Next time." He drops his arm, disappearing faster than I can blink. Hearing the people near I lunge towards my mask, slipping it over my face. When I stand back up I'm face to face with the guy who saved my life. 
                          
"Ian..." I mumble.
                          
Ian stands still. I see other Watchers coming around the curve in the hallway. "Listen we don't have much time. The Watchers that are coming were shooting anyone they stumble upon. The Players were dropping like flies. I was just lucky enough to stay hidden. We need to move." He says urgently. 
                          
I look around for my gun, but can't find it on the floor. The guy who ran away took it! I can't believe this! Shaking my head I respond in a rush, "I don't have my gun." 
                          
"It's not just you. Workers have been sweeping through so quietly you wouldn't have known, but they're taking the Players' guns." 
                          
I furrow my eyebrows, "Why? How are we supposed to protect ourselves?" 
                          
Ian sighs, "Listen carefully. The Workers think there isn't enough action going on. They don't want you to protect yourself. Too many people are finding one spot and hiding in it. No one is killing anyone, which means to the Workers 'no bloodshed no fun.' This is going to force the Players to get out and move around. People are going to die if we don't move. The Watchers have the weapons, the Players have the lower hand, and we need to find a way to even out the playing field. Do you know how we might do that?" 
                          
I begin looking around rapidly, then spot it. The one thing they need in order to kill us, but we don't need it to stop them. "The lights." I say. 
                          
Ian nods, "Exactly. We need to cut the power; cut the lights, and cut the cameras." 
                          
I furrow my eyebrows, "Cameras?" 
                          
"How do you think they're all watching. Look in the corners." 
                          
I do as Ian says and begin to search. Sure enough flashing red dots appear in almost every corner along the walls. 
                          
"How are we supposed to turn off the lights?" I question.
                          
"The power box is where the head creators of the game are sitting. They're broadcasting these videos to the Watchers that aren't here. That's where we cut the lights." 
                          
I look behind Ian, "We need to go.. Like now." 
                          
He glances back to the Watchers who have now gone silent as they walk towards us. It's no time to be discreet. Ian grabs my arm and yanks me with him.