Project

7.?: Unknown Change

"Speaking of that, do you know their name?" Bruce asked, wishing to get an answer to his biggest question. Wynter, however, didn't reply with the answer he had expected.

"I knew them as my friend; not Project, not a mystery person, but a friend. I saw them as a person with hopes, aspirations."

"Could you provide some more detail?" Mark asked, trying to find some more pressing evidence to write down. Wynter nodded, and told her tale...

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"What do you mean?!" Someone yelled.

"I mean that those two you believed to be the people to help get your ending have just broken out of your hopeless cycle!" Another argued. They bickered to each other, not knowing that I had begun to listen in. "You failed, end of. I told you Questioner was not going to be cooperative! I warned you, and what did you do? Nothing!! You just stood there, that same blank expression on your face that you had when I first met you."

"I had lost everything! You were the one who wanted this plan in the first place! You made the concept-"

"And you orchestrated it all! You were the one to agree with it, all because you were desperate! All because you did not have the guts to do what needed to be done!"

"I HAD LOST EVERYTHING AND YOU EXPECT ME TO HAVE THE GUTS TO TRY SOMETHING MAD?!"

I kept in the shadows, knowing that I was clearly unwanted here. These two always argued, and yet they were the ones to make most of this plan. The first was now pacing around the room, high levels of stress getting to them.

The second clearly wasn't done with their argument either, "I got you out of that place, you could not live with yourself in that home, and so I offered an escape. M cooperated, whilst O hid in the shadows, and S was none the wiser. If you expect me to feel remorse for something that ended off better than what you planned, then you are mistaken. I gave you a chance, and you have just blew it."

"Oh really? I blew it? Let us not forget here who has gone out of line too many times. Will, Optimist, you have been too quick to make accusations, 'my friend'. You thought you could get away with changing my own plans, working behind my back, when you had forgotten that I have done the same trick I have done with everyone on you."

"What is that, then?" The second asked sarcastically.

"I got you to open up to me. I got you to tell me so much about you. I know you are all bark and no bite. I know that you fear me and my own dark side, I know that you feel as though your own family betrayed you, and I can make your life a living hell." The first walked towards a misty window, looking out to their plan's subjects, leaving the second to fear them once more.

Yet the second had a new idea, an unpredicted one.

A maniacal laugh was heard, "What's so funny?" The first asked. However, as they turned around, they were met with a new greeting.

Smash.

"Well, if they break the mould, why shouldn't I?"

I couldn't believe my eyes; what had happened was something I didn't think anyone would do, but with the way they were acting, I had already presumed that they were long past saving. Now I needed to run.

*    *    *

Bruce, Mark, Wynter.

Wynter began, "Project was a person of many gifts, but never knowing how to use them. The first time I had met them I saw their very talent of imagination and deductions. They told me about those they knew, and how they could deduce certain aspects. They even did so with an entire room of people, deducing and imagining who they were in this life and 'in others' is what they wrote. Yet this was the only talent they had used to its fullest; other talents were being wasted away due to their own disadvantages."