People Left: Kyra, Taylor, G, E, Belle, Candi, Beck, Tammi, Tris, Sylvia, O
You four know the drill by now. Who's getting voted off? -O
Well...we know it's not Sylvia, obviously. I'm saying it's Beck. -Kyra
I hate that I have to vote for real people now. I just want to leave, if that's in a body bag, so be it. Myself, again. -Belle
I say it's Kyra. -Beck
Sylvia looked at the screen and contemplated. Who did she think was the faker? Her laughter had faded away and her throat was now as dry as a desert. She cleared it once, and hesitantly typed out the letters to mark her choice. Beck. -Sylvia
O didn't respond on the chat. The radio instead crackled to life. "No...No! Please, please don't shoot! I'll do anything...ANYTHING! Please!"
BANG! This time, Sylvia didn't even flinch.
You have one hour to prove your innocence, girls. Get on it. -O
What? What did he mean, prove your innocence? Belle and Kyra both knew Sylvia was real from her hysterical laughter. But...one of them was the poser.
Sylvia's blood ran cold. If Kyra and Belle both knew that she was real, then they'd vote for each other, and Sylvia would be deciding who would live, and who would die, except no one else was there to alleviate the blame. She was the only deciding vote. One vote would be for survival, the other for death, and then there would be Sylvia, stuck in the middle. An inane giggle escaped her mouth. No. She couldn't mask that her choice was for justice, because no one would be around to hear her pleas if she chose wrong. "Ha...ha ha...hahahahahahahaha!" she laughed. "I can't...the only-?! Ha! Ha ha ha ha! Hahahahahahahahahaha!"
Sylvia? Stay with us! Please! You need to make the right decision at the end of this! -Kyra
Sweetheart, please, try to focus. You're a police officer, you need to help me get out of here, please! -Belle
Sylvia just continued to laugh herself into nothingness.
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