Picture above: The Five Murderers
(By: danyelleHAM)

Wyatt's eyes darted around as everything came to a slow stop. He glanced around. 

A set of stage lights suddenly came on, beaming down upon him. Through the light, he saw Dagger, dressed as a magician and holding out a deck of cards. 

Dagger smiled brightly. "Let's test out your luck, shall we? There are two jokers in this deck of fifty-two cards. This is a standard deck as well. Don't believe me? You can check. You pick a joker, you get executed. If you don't pick it out, then we will spare you."

Wyatt held a shaky hand out, his eyes wide and sweat running down his forehead.

The magician held out the deck of cards.

He picked a card out, closing his eyes tightly before glancing at it. 

It was the ace of hearts. 

Wyatt smiled triumphantly, holding his card out. "Ace!"

There was a flash of a smirk on Dagger's face. "No. Joker."

Wyatt's eyes widened as he quickly flipped the card over. 

Instead of the ace that had been on the card before, there was the joker, and, in bright red letters at the top, the words Game Over.

He let out an agitated scream as the chain around his neck suddenly dragged him away from the Execution Room and up to the fifth floor. 

Dagger blew a kiss at him, and the room went dark.

Wyatt has been found guilty.

Commence Execution Six and Seven.

*****

Execution Six and Seven: Joker Factory

His eyes were wide. 

He was put on a conveyor belt, his frantic gaze darting around the factory on the fifth floor. 

Before, the place had been quiet. Now, the sound of machinery and metal filled the air. 

Sweat dripped down his face as he laid on his back, trying to struggle out from the chains he'd been put in. 

Dagger had a cold smirk as his conveyor belt began to move.

Wyatt glanced at the robots on either side of him, a skeleton of a human figure. 

His eyes widened as the machinery came into view, a piece of metal bolted into the robot skeleton's shoulder. 

The conveyor belt stopped momentarily. 

Then there were the screams of pain from him as he felt the bolts digging into his shoulder as the metal got attached. Pink blood stained his shirt and slowly made a puddle as he cried out weakly, his voice already lost. 

The next one was the leg.

His voice came back as he felt the cold edge of a saw against his leg before the metal plating was bolted into his knee. Tears ran down his face as he struggled to move before collapsing weakly.

Wyatt's eyes widened as he felt the cold press of a metal plate on his cheek. He opened his mouth to scream before he felt the heat from a flame melting the metal to his jawline. His vision went blurry, blood coming up from his mouth and trickling to the conveyor belt he was laying on.

From his dimmed vision, he saw the final step. The sound of a drill could be heard as he closed his eyes tightly, feeling the point against his chest.

There was a light suddenly, and the drill stopped. 

He opened his eyes weakly, vision blackening to see the faintest hologram of a little boy with brown hair and wide purple eyes, smiling and saluting as the direction of the conveyor belt shifted him to the direction of the disposal. There was the shocked and enraged face of Dagger as he stared with angry eyes at the grinning image of Erik Killman's program.

AlterAssassin's screen faded to black before Wyatt blacked out, falling into the trash disposal at the dismay of an audience of three and one screaming host.

Wyatt is not dead.

Yet, he might be free...

End Execution.

*****

The group of three stared in silent shock before they let out a shout.

"Wyatt's alive!" Chase yelled. 

Thane smiled slightly and ran out. "Come on! Let's go get him!"

Cassie grinned happily. "Only one person needs to go."

Thane raised his hand. "I'll go get him."

With that, the hopeful guests split up, two running downstairs to the dining room and one jumping into the conveyor belt, leaving a shocked billionare shaking as he glared at the screen in shock.

Dagger let out a string of curse words as he slammed his hand into the wall, breaking it. "THAT ASSHOLE! HE PUT HIMSELF INTO THE MAIN SYSTEM! VIRUS! CHEATER! BASTARD!"

AlterAssassin appeared on the screen next to him. "I would hardly call that cheating, sir. You were the one who cheated first and framed Wyatt."

Dagger clenched a fist. "You and your stupid creator. Clever enough for a good show and to piss me off!"

AlterAssassin smiled happily. "Oh, I'm sure my Lord is happy that I'm able to help these innocent guests escape your mansion. After all, he knew about you long before he went to the dinner party."

The host gritted his teeth together. "Intuitive asshole." 

The AI giggled tauntingly. "You're losing!"

Dagger punched the screen, glass shattering and ripping a tear into his gloves, his eyes glowing red with malice. "Oh, we'll see, little AlterAssassin. My Lord helped me frame Wyatt. When we start the Final Trial, he'll do it again. And then, everyone will die at the hands of R.H."