(align:"=><=")+(box:"=XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX=")[Your daughter is all you have and everything that keeps you going...
You must keep her safe, you must protect her....
Anything (text-colour: purple)+(text-style: 'bold')[For Lila]
(To continue to the next passage, please click the word in blue)
[[Begin|The Encounter]]]The steady pace of the train is soothing after your long shift. The city is vibrant with colour as it speeds past.
''THUD''
The silence is shattered by the unwelcomed presence of the (text-colour:red)+(text-style:'bold')[stranger] who sits beside you.
"The moon looks beautiful toonight doesn't it, doesn't it?" a smooth (text-colour:red)+(text-style:'bold')[voice] calls out
[[Respond|Talk]]
[[Ignore|Ignore]]
"Yeah...pretty" you awkwardly respond.
This unwanted attention makes you nervous and stiff, your shoulders try to shield you away from this stranger.
Out habit you start fidgeting with the braclet that (text-colour:purple)+(text-style:'bold')[she] made for you.
That simple actions manages to ease the tension in your shoulders.
A faint smile slightly pulls at your lips, as you remeber (text-colour:purple)+(text-style:'bold')[who] is waiting for you at home.
"Cute braclet!" The stranger says as she extends her hand"(text-colour:red)+(text-style:'bold')[Marisha] by the way"
[[Shake hand]]
[[Don't shake hand->Ignore]]
The (text-colour:red)+(text-style:'bold')[stranger] went ignored as you peered out the window, finding the bustling nightlife of Cantel more interesting.
"(text-colour:red)+(text-style:'bold')[Marisha], by the way" (text-colour:red)+(text-style:'bold')[she] scoffed, clearly annoyed by your silence.
"How could I forget that manners are foreign to your kind". The words spat out of (text-colour:red)+(text-style:'bold')[her], each dripping with hatred.
Your eyes widened with fear
//What?!... What did (text-colour:red)+(text-style:'bold')[she] mean by "your kind"!!//
Your eyes flickered across (text-colour:red)+(text-style:'bold')[Marisha] as you took (text-colour:red)+(text-style:'bold')[her] in.
The tattoo on (text-colour:red)+(text-style:'bold')[her] palm immediately caught your attention .
The symbol of your enemy.
//NO! There shouldn't be any survivours!//
"I've finally found you, after all these years [Lucille]. Or should I call you "The Scourge of The West?" Marisha exclaimed .
[[Run away]]
[[Confront Her]]
"Lucille and thanks, my (text-colour:purple)+(text-style:'bold')[daughter] made it" you explain as you shook (text-colour:red)+(text-style:'bold')[her] hand. "(text-colour:purple)+(text-style:'bold')[She] calls it my goodluck charm".
You can't help but let a fond smile overtake your features as you think back to (text-colour:purple)+(text-style:'bold')[Lila].
"Aww, that's adorable" (text-colour:red)+(text-style:'bold')[Marisha] coos, "y'know I used to do a similar thing for my Mum.
You listen as the woman open ups to you and hum along in acknowledgment, so that she knows you are listening.
"She was always working for extensive days and almost never home. But I understood why she did it all. It was for me, to keep me safe" (text-colour:red)+(text-style:'bold')[she] sighed
"That must have been hard, my heart goes out to you-" you try to offer what little empathy your undead heart can squeeze out.
However, your condolences goes unheard. It seems like the (text-colour:red)+(text-style:'bold')[Marisha] is lost in her memories..
[[next]]
You run.
Fear clouds your vision and your mind. Prickiling tears itch the corner of your eyes as the city whips past you.
No more do you fight carelessly and put your life on the line, not when (text-colour:purple)+(text-style:'bold')[she] needs you.
You need to make sure that (text-colour:purple)+(text-style:'bold')[she] is okay.
Who would have thought that the thirstful "Scourge" would run away from confrontation.
The familiar shape of your house, somewhat eases your heart but adreneline keeps you active.
You slam open the door and call out into the dark abyss of the hallway, (text-colour:purple)+(text-style:'bold')["LILA?!?!"]
The quick pitter-patter of sock covered footsteps on the hardwood floor make you exhale with relief.
Confusion and sleep is etched onto (text-colour:purple)+(text-style:'bold')[her] face. "Papa?" (text-colour:purple)+(text-style:'bold')[she] questions with a yawn.
[[next|Run away pt.2]]
You sneer your fangs at (text-colour:red)+(text-style:'bold')[her].
A challenege.
"How dare you approach me" you hissed "I make you pay for what your mother took from me".
[[next|Game Over]]"I remeber the last time I saw her" (text-colour:red)+(text-style:'bold')[she] continues, lost in the memeory.
"She promised me that she'd be back by my 12th birthday".
The words came out as a whisper and a vacant look painted (text-colour:red)+(text-style:'bold')[Marisha's] face.
You don't know what to say, and (text-colour:red)+(text-style:'bold')[Marisha] does not give you a chance to answer.
"She never...She... she was murdered, by a monster, with barely anything left to identify her by... except for this".
With shaky hands, the (text-colour:red)+(text-style:'bold')[lady] hand you a raggedy teddy bar charm.
It has clearly seen better days as the years of wear and tear are evident in its ripped stitches and missing eye.
[[next|next pt.2]]The sound of boots against the pavement evaporates the relief in your chest.
(text-colour:red)+(text-style:'bold')[Her...]
In your hurried state, you completely forgot about (text-colour:red)+(text-style:'bold')[her] and now you have led here right to your (text-colour:purple)+(text-style:'bold')["precious flower"].
Quickly you urge (text-colour:purple)+(text-style:'bold')[Lila] to hide, ignoring (text-colour:purple)+(text-style:'bold')[her] persistent questions and pleas.
You close the door and come to a standstill with (text-colour:red)+(text-style:'bold')[Marisha].
Questioning eyes shift over you questionly, "Who else is here?" (text-colour:purple)+(text-style:'bold')[she] queries.
[[Tell the truth]]
[[Lie]]
(align:"=><=")[Foolishly, you confronted (text-colour:red)+(text-style:'bold')[Marisha].]
(live: 2s)+(align:"=><=")[[[next|Game Over pt.2]]]
//Why does it look so familiar//
(live:2s)[Memories flood your mind.]
(live:4s)[//Yor wife's lifeless body in your arms as she disintegrates to ashes, stainig your hands grey.//]
(live:7s)[//The rage and anguish over her loss, coursing through your veins.//]
(live:10s)[//Your fangs ripping out the necks of all who come across your path, with no remorse.//]
(live:13s)[//The bulging eyes of the huntress as you squeeze her neck with all your might.//]
(live:16s)[//(text-colour:red)+(text-style: 'bold')[HER] MOTHER!!//]
(live:17s)[[[next->Confront Her]]]
(align:"=><=")[(text-colour:red)+(text-style:'bold')[She] was readily prepared for your advances.]
(align:"=><=")+(live: 2s)[[[next|Game Over pt.3]]]
(align:"=><=")[(text-colour:red)+(text-style:'bold')[Her] prowess overpowered your own.]
(align:"=><=")+(live: 2s)[[[next|Game Over pt.4]]]
(align:"=><=")[You fell in the battle.]
(align:"=><=")+(live: 2s)[[[next|Game Over pt.5]]]
(align:"=><=")[You failed (text-colour:purple)+(text-style:'bold')[Lila].]
(align:"=><=")+(live: 2s)[[[next|Game Over pt.6]]]
(align:"=><=")[(text-colour:purple)+(text-style:'bold')[She] is all alone now.]
(align:"=><=")+(live:4s)[[[You must try again->Starter Screen]]]Truly the years have caught up to you and worn you down.
You see no point in hiding and tell the truth about the presence of your daughter.
"Im sorry...I...Please" you strugggle to find the right words, knowing that nothing will be right but nonetheless you must try.
"Please I know how you feel, that burning hate, the suffocating guilt" you try to implore to her humanity //"please dont do this"//.
Marisha's face contorts with loathing. Clearly have hit a delicate spot.
"You know nothing of my anger" she snaps "I will avenge my mother and every soul that was claimed by your vicious appetite and unclean teeth".
[[next|Tell the truth pt.2]]You lie. The words feel foreign as it leaves your lips. You can only hope that (text-colour: red)+(text-style:'bold')[Marisha] believes you.
"So be it" (text-colour:red)+(text-style:'bold')[she] remarks "You are my prey tonight and I will succed in my revenge". (text-colour:red)+(text-style:'bold')[She] readys herself for a battle as she assumes a fighting stance.
You bares your fangs at (text-colour:red)+(text-style:'bold')[her], the image of prey and predator. But who is who?
"Like your mother" the tauning words slip past your lips "I'll make sure your last moments are just as agonising-".
Before you could finish your sentence, you feel the familiar hug on your calf. Looking down you see your beloved (text-colour:purple)+(text-style:'bold')[Lila], (text-colour:purple)+(text-style:'bold')[her] gaze full of fear and brimming with tears as (text-colour:purple)+(text-style:'bold')[she] peers up at you.
"Stop" (text-colour:purple)+(text-style:'bold')[she] pleaded.
(set: $timeLeft to 30)
{(live: 1s)[
(set: $timeLeft to $timeLeft -1) (replace: ?countdown)[Time remaining:
$timeLeft]
(if: $timeLeft is 0)[(go-to: "Game Over pt.5")]
]
}[Time remaining: $timeLeft]<countdown|
[[Listen to Lila]]
[[Kill Marisha]]
(align:"=><=")[Your (text-colour:purple)+(text-style:'bold')[daughter's] words pulls you out of your stupor as you resgister what truly matters.
[[next|Flee pt1]]]
(align:"=><=")[You ignore your (text-colour:purple)+(text-style:'bold')[daugter's] plea, unlatching from (text-colour:purple)+(text-style:'bold')[her] grasp and place (text-colour:purple)+(text-style:'bold')[her] out of harm's way.
[[next|Marisha death pt1]]]You
feel Lila cling to your calf, her small frame trembling "Please don't
hurt my father" she cries.
A conflicted look subtly paints the hard edges of Marisha's expression, til it is washed away leaving a impenetrable exterior of anger.
With the swiftness of a trained hunter, Marisha lunges at Lila, her weapon raised to strike.
NO!!
(set: $timeLeft to 30)
{(live: 1s)[
(set: $timeLeft to $timeLeft -1) (replace: ?countdown)[Time remaining:
$timeLeft]
(if: $timeLeft is 0)[(go-to: "Game Over pt.5")]
]
}[Time remaining: $timeLeft]<countdown|
[[Kill Marisha]]
[[Push Lila out of the way]]
(align:"=><=")[Everything moved so slowly.
[[next|Lucille death pt1]]]
(align:"=><=")[Memories from the past of laden with grief and anger storm inside you.
[[next|Marisha death pt2]]]
(align:"=><=")[You feel your feet guide you as you place yourself in front of the (text-colour:red)+(text-style:'bold')[huntress'] attack
[[next|Lucille death pt2]]]
(align:"=><=")[You pick up (text-colour:purple)+(text-style:'bold')[Lila] in your hands, cradling (text-colour:red)+(text-style:'bold')[her] to your chest.
[[next|Flee pt2]]]
(align:"=><=")[You enter the eye of the storm as you engage in battle with Marisha.
[[next|Marisha death pt3]]]
(align:"=><=")[(text-colour:red)+(text-style:'bold')[Marisha's] attacks are sloppy, the antithesis of your supernatural precision.
[[next|Marisha death pt4]]]
(align:"=><=")[You easily overpower (text-colour:red)+(text-style:'bold')[her] emotive driven actions.
[[next|Marisha death pt5]]]
(align:"=><=")[Holding (text-colour:red)+(text-style:'bold')[her] neck in your hands, you squeeze.
[[next|Marisha death pt6]]]
(align:"=><=")["Your mother took my life from me, and now I will take all that you have".
[[next|Marisha death pt7]]]
(align:"=><=")[Each word is accompained by the tightening of your hands
[[next|Marisha death pt8]]]
(align:"=><=")[You observe the panic in (text-colour:red)+(text-style:'bold')[Marisha's] eyes.
[[next|Marisha death pt9]]]
(align:"=><=")[fear seeps out of her, similar to the tears streaming down (text-colour:red)+(text-style:'bold')[her] face.
[[next|Marishadeath pt10]]]
(align:"=><=")[A viscious burning flows through your veins as the blade etches its way into your heart.
[[next|Lucille death pt3]]]
(align:"=><=")[Your strength is falling, body weakening, breath heaving
[[next|Lucille death pt4]]]
(align:"=><=")[(text-colour:purple)+(text-style:'bold')[Lila] shouldn't have to pay for the wrongdoing of your actions, nor continue on this path, because it will never end.
[[next|Lucille death pt5]]]
(align:"=><=")[With all that you have, you cradle your (text-colour:purple)+(text-style:'bold')[daughter] in your grasp and mutter, [["Please be better"|The End]].]
(live:2s)[Thank you so much taking time to play this!!! I had a lot of fun making this and learnt so much.
This is my first ever IF and some feedback would be greatly appreciate.
Once again, //Thank You//.
I hope you enjoyed your experience!!!]
(align:"=><=")[You feel (text-colour:red)+(text-style:'bold')[her] rapid pulse under you fingertips.
[[next|Marisha death pt11]]]
(align:"=><=")[The struggle for survival evident in (text-colour:red)+(text-style:'bold')[her] hysteric kicks against your abdomen and the red trails on your forearms, left by (text-colour:red)+(text-style:'bold')[her] sharp nails.
[[next|Marisha death pt 12]]]
(align:"=><=")[''Squelch''
[[next|Marisha death pt13]]]
(align:"=><=")[(text-colour:red)+(text-style:'bold')[Marisha's] remains cover you.
[[next|Marisha death pt14]]]
(align:"=><=")[A familiar metallic odor permeates the air.
[[next|Marisha death pt15]]]
(align:"=><=")[Distant hiccups and whimpers worm their way into your eyes and you turn to its source
[[next|Marisha death pt16]]]
(align:"=><=")[(text-colour:purple)+(text-style:'bold')[Lila] is in the crouched in the corner and crying.
[[next|Marisha death pt17]]]
(align:"=><=")[Her nightwear is ruined and stained
[[next|The End]]]
(align:"=><=")[A shield from the terrors of the world, your past, your bloodlust.
[[next|Flee pt3]]]
(align:"=><=")[You run.
[[next|Flee pt4]]]
(align:"=><=")[As you often do now.
[[next|Flee pt5]]]
(align:"=><=")[Oh, how your past self would have ridiculed your behaviour.
[[next|Flee pt6]]]
(align:"=><=")[You will be better.
[[next|Flee pt7]]]
(align:"=><=")[You have to.
[[next|Flee pt8]]]
(align:"=><=")[(text-colour:purple)+(text-style:'bold')[She] deserves better.
[[next|Flee pt9]]]
(align:"=><=")[Where you are going and how this situation will pass escape you.
[[next|Flee pt10]]]
(align:"=><=")[All that matters is (text-colour:purple)+(text-style:'bold')[Lila] and you will do [[anything for Lila.|The End]]]