Hands trembling, DarkCloud berated himself for allowing Smiley to die. How could the man be innocent? (he thought to himself) He was so suspicious... And now there was more blood on DarkCloud's hands.
But who was guilty? It couldn't be a driver- both men's teams had been taken out... Or could it?
Plastics... Plastics... Motor Oil and Crosses and the image of a racetrack flashed in DarkCloud's mind. What if "Speed" really DID kill.
He frowned.
But he couldn't vote that way. Too many people wanted him dead. The flag analogy could implicate both him and HongHu. He gulped. He wanted to live. But could he live with himself if he voted for someone who was not guilty? But he would die if HongHu didn't receive more votes than he...
Should he vote for a driver? But which one? Would there be votes enough?
DarkCloud closed his eyes and wrote a name...
But who was guilty? It couldn't be a driver- both men's teams had been taken out... Or could it?
Plastics... Plastics... Motor Oil and Crosses and the image of a racetrack flashed in DarkCloud's mind. What if "Speed" really DID kill.
He frowned.
But he couldn't vote that way. Too many people wanted him dead. The flag analogy could implicate both him and HongHu. He gulped. He wanted to live. But could he live with himself if he voted for someone who was not guilty? But he would die if HongHu didn't receive more votes than he...
Should he vote for a driver? But which one? Would there be votes enough?
DarkCloud closed his eyes and wrote a name...
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