PERFECT SCORES.
Book 19

Chapter 169
Perfect Scores.

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reader's pov

{ If there were no farms... our families and friends... would not have been killed to be served as food. 
If it wasn't for you... that abhorrent hunting ground wouldn't have existed. 
If it wasn't for your clan... the world wouldn't be this way. This world wouldn't be a place where we children are continually eaten by demons. 
How many children have died because of you? How many have shed tears? }

I grit my teeth.
{ Dad? You can't be serious. My dad... is definitely not you. }

"On your knees... Peter Ratri,"
I heard Oliver say.

Soon, all of us had gotten the men with us down. 
I held my gun to the man's head, standing on his hands.

"Might as well say your last words,"
I told him with an innocent smile.

"We're good here!"
Don was now speaking.

"We've gained control here too!"
Ray responded.

"Y/n, don't kill him yet,"
Norman told me.

I nodded slightly.
Norman spoke to Vincent for a second.

I chuckled, tying the guy up. 
"You're lucky today,"
I told him.

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"You lose,"
Norman told Peter as we faced him.

I grit my teeth, if I could, I'd kill him then and there.

He burst into laughter.

"How stupid. What will you gain from killing me?
Even if I lose... you still have no route and no change of winning."
he said. 

"No need to worry, thank you very much."
Gillian said.

I grinned. I was kneeled in front of Peter.
"We disabled the system again. The only issue that remains is your shithead. No one can come and save you, poor baby,"
I said to him.

"We will..."
Emma started.

"No one can come and save me? All that's left is me? Let's see. I think you kids are forgetting something."
he said.

Behind Ray, I say one of the Moms.
They soon surrounded us with guns.

Oliver kept his gun to Peter. I stood up, letting go of Peter. 

"What are they..."
"They were able to unlock the doors?"

Mama came to the front, I looked her in the eyes, standing my ground. 
My heart clenched, Leslie meowed with excitement, happy to see her.

"Mama."
I started.

She aimed her gun at me.

"Was it fun outside, Y/n? You've always wanted to go, even when you were a small toddler. You've destroyed everything. You fought. And fought. And fought. And fought. 
But no matter how much you resist, it still ends up this way. 
Despair is unavoidable. You and everyone else returned. You didn't learn your lesson, and this is the result."
she said.

I smiled slightly.
"I knew you weren't bad... Mama..."
I said.

She broke into a smile as well. 
"All of you did splendidly. Perfect scores for everyone,"
she said, then they were all aiming their guns at Peter.

"Huh...?"
Peter was in shock, as everyone else.

"You... betrayed me! Isabella!"
he yelled.

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7. 14. 2020

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