《Ricochet Island》Chapter 7: Coping Mechanism
Advertisement
Ben knew many things about this place. I learned a lot of trivia from him. He must had been stuck in this place for a very very VERY long time, but it was awkward to inquire about that. Nobody wanted to face the fact they were possibly stuck here forever.
Analyzing our reality too deeply was poisonous according to Ben. He had witnessed many people go mad while doing so. They all suffered from an unexplained vertigo shortly beforehand, just like me. Ben most likely saved me from a terrible fate when he called out to me. Just a little longer and the headache may have claimed my sanity.
“We’ve been kidnapped by aliens. This is a human experiment they’re running.” Ben suggested an absurd theory. Of course, neither of us honestly believed it. However, since nobody could refute it either, Ben said we should trick ourselves into believing it. That’d stop our brains from thinking about alternative explanations, which would be way harder to digest.
And so, the culprits behind this crazy game turned out to none other than aliens. Curse you, aliens! Just you wait! I’ll get outta here and kick your green asses!
We also discussed our “amnesia” for a bit. Apparently, everybody here suffered from this unexplained “amnesia”. According to Ben, it was as if somebody stripped us from all our “memories”. They left us with the bare minimum “knowledge” necessary for functioning and identifying ourselves.
Naturally, everything was explained with aliens. They used some sci-fi technology to erase our memories. Their reason? Humans had easier time functioning without memories in this war game, as they had no lingering attachments to hold them down. Ben even claimed we should thank the aliens for this service, for otherwise we’d find this place even more unbearable than it already was.
I understood his argument, but I couldn’t bring myself to share his sentiment. It felt as they reduced us into savage beasts who only knew how to hunt. Whoever approached you had to to be shot on the spot. Everybody were your enemies. Something as simple as striking a conversation was a challenge. In a way, it was a miracle that me and Ben managed to hold such a long, cultured conversation.
Advertisement
In the end, nothing I learned improved my chances of getting out of this place. The most important advice Ben gave was regarding the “coping mechanism”, which he argued we all needed in order to stay sane in this eternal ghetto. However, simply bullying those weaker than myself didn’t sit right with me.
On the other hand, hunting down other bullies definitely sounded heroic. Even if they turn out to be weaker than me and focusing on them will be considered “bullying” as well, I’d feel much better knowing they deserve a taste of their own poison.
I decided on my first target without hesitation: Jack. This jerk sure gave me a warm welcome on my first day here. It was time to return the favor, with interest!
With that determination, I returned to the battlefield after a long break. My combat instincts had dulled a bit, but it only took a couple of cycles before I returned to form. Then, I began searching for Jack.
“Khaha! You’re too slow, amateurs!” There it was, a cackle which burned into my memory.
“Just leave me alone already!”
BAM
“Shit! Why you’re always after me!?”
BAM
Jack mercilessly shot down fleeing players, all of which were women. It wasn’t hard to guess what coping mechanism he chose for himself. Disgusting. I couldn’t stand this scene any longer.
“Hey, Jack!” I drew his attention away from the last victim. The last woman successfully escaped while Jack turned to face me.
“Tch.” He clicked his tongue as he glanced at the vanishing figure of his prey. “So? You want something, bro?” He shot me a nasty glare.
“Guess you don’t remember me?” I kinda expected that. After all, we had met over a hundred cycles ago. Besides, I now confirmed he was a serial bully. There was no way he’d remember a victim he only screwed once.
Advertisement
“Wait, now I remember! Khaha!” He burst into laughter. “You’re that newbie I did in, right? Boy, it’s sure rare to run into a first-timer like that. Your face was priceless when I shot you, khaha!”
“I’m glad at least you had fun.” I spoke through gritted teeth. Everything about this guy ticked me off. My hand itched badly to shoot him, but he was outside my comfortable shooting range. I only had myself to blame for calling out to him from this distance.
“Khaha, man that was princess! So you’re back for payback I take it? Sure took your sweet time.” Jack grinned and readied his gun. “What’s your name, again? I think it was Malcolm or something?”
“It’s Hugo!” That wasn’t even close! Who’s Malcolm anyway?! Goddammit, I could swear he did it on purpose! Everything about this guy was absolutely and thoroughly irritating.
There weren’t any covers around, so we had to duke it out in the open. Jack was one of these suicidal lunatics who ran around shooting left and right, caring little for tactics or strategy. I never bothered paying much attention to such madmen, for it was obvious they’d self-destruct before long. I had no idea how Jack survived for this long in this cycle, but I was grateful for his well-being... because now I could finish him off with my own two hands!
Without further ado, I broke into a dash. I headed straight toward Jack, with my gun at the ready. I only needed to get him within my shooting range. Once inside, it’d be Game Over for him.
“Khaha! Come at me, bro!” Jack wore a cocky smirk. He wasn’t startled by my sudden movements in the slightest. In fact, he didn’t even twitch. He was rooted in place like a statue and didn’t even raise his gun.
Did he think himself superhuman? There was no way he could shoot me fast enough at this point. The bastard was taking me way too lightly. Gotta teach him I was no longer the same newbie he met back then!
I came to a halt in order to steady my aim. That’s it. He was within range. I only had to pull the trigger. He still hadn’t raised his gun. I had no idea what he was thinking, but it didn’t matter. It was checkmate.
BAM BAM
Two shots resounded.
“Huh?!” At first, I was certain I was shot. The second bang definitely came from Jack’s gun. However, Jack’s gun was pointed... at himself? What?
Light radiated from Jack’s body. The white beam he fired at himself coated his whole body like an aura. Throughout the many cycles I had been though, I had never seen anything like that.
SWISH
My beam struck Jack’s torso and rebounded... right in my direction! Fuuuuuuuu!
“Ugh! What the... heck...” Familiar numbness. My own beam hit my chest and paralyzed me. “How is this... possible...” My body fell forward and crashed into the ground.
“Khahaha!” Jack held his stomach as he laughed at me. “Dude, how did you even fall for this obvious ricochet? That’s rich!”
“Rico... chet...?”
“You didn’t even know about it? Khaha, what an amatuer!”
These were the last words I heard before darkness claimed me.
Advertisement
- In Serial18 Chapters
Valley of Titans' Tales
In a realm of fantasy, filled with great wonders but also dangers… Its inhabitants are tied in a cruel wheel of destiny, as darkness and corruption prowled the realm since its very beginning; to corrupt and deform them to the point of no return. The Gods and Goddesses’ mortal creations: Humans, High Elves, Amanis, Barakas, Castanics, Elins, and Poporis were blinded by their own nature and desires for centuries. Thus, their short-sighted ideals and racial barriers led to long, constant wars between themselves, destroying all possibilities for peace within the realm. And when they finally realized their tremendous mistakes, they can no longer undo their mistakes, no matter how much they tried, as they slowly fell into the crude gears of destiny. Except, when all hope had been extinguished and all possible solutions were swept away by the hands of darkness… ...An unknown black-haired magician bestowed another chance to this realm overwhelmed by the darkness, by turning back the hands of time. After time rewinded, opportunities revealed themselves now within arm's reach… The next step needed to save the realm was someone to take ahold of those opportunities. But…none remembered even a sliver of the bleak future, mildly drawing near to them like a spider closing in a helpless prey. Will they be able to change the bleak future? Or will history repeat itself again, as if destiny itself is taking charge? Based on the MMORPG The Exiled Realm of Arborea, Valley of Titans Server (TERA). Credits to Vocaloid, LechnerPR and I4MD347H for editing. Thanks a lot! *** *** *** *** Recently, I have joined the 'Pledge' movement, which means: "a concerted effort by the WriTE community to encourage authors to finish their stories, and to discourage authors from leaving their fans hanging." Being this said, I have pledged my Fac-Fiction Novel to the Pledge to communicate to all my readers that I will not abandon my novel till it is done! -If I fail, I will perish in the hands of Velik and Pandora will come for me and consume my soul.- Mech, proud WRiTE Member. Update schedule: Every 15 days.
8 185 - In Serial15 Chapters
My Annoying Brothers
[ℂ𝕆𝕄ℙ𝕃𝔼𝕋𝔼𝔻] (SHORT STORY) A family with bts and y/nI wrote this for fun in grade 6-7 so there's no logic in this at all, but thanks for reading
8 137 - In Serial6 Chapters
maybe. /a dsmp fanfic
Basically a group of drunk idiots text the wrong number and become friends along the way. This story will contain sexual themes, violence, drinking, and mention other things that may trigger more sensitive people.
8 199 - In Serial53 Chapters
Dragon Ball: Terror of the Gods
Zero, a criminal organzation test subject escapes only to die from his cells failing due to years of expermintal drugs inject into him. Afterwards he meet Lucifer the Third, who grants him three wishes and reincarnate him into dragon ball for a petty reason. Now, trying to finish his goal once he makes it to earth and becoming strong enough, the gods will tremble at the mention of his name.
8 180 - In Serial16 Chapters
Painting Horrors
Gabriel a rich orphan wants to be an artist because of a mysterious picture he saw. He pursue being an artist fanatically but he couldn't get the type of artist he wanted to be. A strange event happened during his sleep and he suddenly finds the type of genre in art he wanted to be.
8 329 - In Serial13 Chapters
Isekai: A Tale of The Ordinary
A man, who died of being crushed by a wrecking ball, is happy he's finally about to embark on his own isekai journey. Though lady luck was not on his side, through an unfortunate string of events, he became the source of entertainment for a goddess. Though it may sound nice, "nice" is definitely the last word he'd use to describe what's about to happen to him. Isekai cults, the wrath of the gods, execution on day one, and a very mean dog, all of that is happening to him in order to appease the goddess that sent him to another world. — Hey all! Forgive me if there’s any grammatical error in this (English is not my first language). I made this story just to vent out my frustrations and spew out anything that’s in my brain. Criticisms are welcomed! Just don't be so mean about it.
8 137

