All Chapters of 100 Doors: Die Fabulously for the Audience: Chapter 11 - Chapter 15

Players sat quietly, examining the new addition to their souls. The mark did not look ordinary; every flower was painted with precision and style, the outlining great and the ink was thick enough in the right spots. But other than its beauty and mystery, it came with something else.It couldn’t be hidden. Willa tugged her shirt forward, trying hard to cover it up, but either her shirt rolled back or the orchid bloomed above it like an imprint. And she wasn’t the only one noticing. The other players, too, tried hiding the new tattoo. Not everyone was a fan of body art, but now, choice was one thing they did not have.For some, their flowers glowed with a faint light, their emotional states engraved on them like highlights: anger, sorrow, lust, and even guilt. It was all weird. Willa flicked hers a few times, but no sudden light emerged, and soon she gave up trying.Just as she was about to settle down, her mind thought of something, and Willa’s body crawled. Her hair stood firm, and he

The hospital hallway was bustling with urgency. Nurses and doctors scrambled their way through patients and bodies, saving tens in seconds and losing a good number. Beeping monitors echoed, and lights flickered as the smell of antiseptic thickened in the air. Patients lined up on beds, some in chairs, as nurses rushed through charts and blood levels.“We need a bed!” a nurse called from outside as yet another ambulance pulled up. Nurses ran through, and a severely injured boy was wheeled in, his mother and sister desperately clinging to his side with hope and prayers.He was still in his school uniform, his face cleaned and his hair pushed back, but his lower half was nothing hopeful. Blood covered him, his legs were crushed, and his waist was twisted to the side. The nurses knew the outcome even before he was wheeled into the operating room.The paramedics handed his chart to the waiting doctor and briefed him on the recent events. As the doctor rushed in, the desperate mother quic

The train came to their rescue, carrying them away from this forsaken place, but Willa couldn’t move past it. Every thought, every image was of Aryan, the way he cried for help, and how his family crumbled after his passing. All of it was too much to bear. The system congratulated her for a job well done; Elias said she made the right decision, saving him from himself. Was it right? Or were his words meant only for comfort?Willa sat down at her usual seat, her eyes cast down at her feet, her body trembling with guilt. “Maybe there was a second option,” Willa murmured, but no matter how hard she thought about it, Aryan could either be saved to be traumatized or erased.“I did the right thing,” she told herself. But did she feel right? Guilt was fast eating her alive like an active volcano. Willa was lost in thought. She turned to the window; the visual staring back at her felt like a stranger.“It is only a game, Willa. I will wake up and it will all be over,” Willa comforted hersel