The Game Has Begun. Part the Fourth. By Patrick

Chapter One

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beeeep. Beeeeeep. Doctors and nurses began running. Blip. Blip. Blip. Doors crashed open, and electricity hummed and crackled in the defibrillators. Blip. Blip. Blip. Blip. Doctors
were shouting orders, and nurses were running back and forth, the word “Clear” was sounded several times, as the defibrillators were applied.
Over and over, she was semiconscious, feeling the electricity coursing through her.

Blip. Blip. Blip. Blip. Blip. Blip. Feeling, without sensation, her body jerking side to side, up and down, arching and tensing, again and again. Until she felt her spine would break. Blip. Blip. Blip. Blip.
Blip. Blip. Blip. Blip. Over and over. Without any conscious decision, she opened her mouth and let out a scream.

Beep. Beep. Beep. Her heart rate was steadying, her breathing less erratic. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. The nurses and doctors all breathed a short sigh of relief, knowing she was finally stable. The
doctors projected 3 hours before she woke up. It was all over.

Chapter Two

“I’m just saying, Mouse, there’s no point in trying to learn more about her. I understand you’re bored, I am as well. Perhaps we should just take another nap.” Cursor tried to explain, for the hundredth
time.

“And I’m telling you, Cursor, just because we can’t find any good cases doesn’t mean we shouldn’t be productive.” Mouse answered, slightly miffed.

“This isn’t productive, this is time wasting. But, do what you will. I’m going to take a nap.” And so he did. This wasn’t the first time they’d had this argument, or this ending. It’d been several days since
their last case, and several weeks since their “birth”. They’d taken to living inside of a computer at Caths’ library. Mouse had grown extremely sentimental, so they used their powers of research to learn
more about their mother than just what they were programmed with (her first name, and her face). They’d gone back to her apartment, and found it completely unchanged, and had then traced her to her work. She worked as a high school librarian, and, since discovering this, they’d lived inside a computer at her library. Sitting invisibly on the desktop and returning there after every case.

Cursor was bored, and hoping a case would just appear. Mouse wouldn’t give him the keys to the motorcycle, so he was trapped inside the library computers, or whatever hooked into their Wi-Fi, which could be dangerous, as the Wi-Fi could suddenly turn off and he could be trapped inside (thank goodness he’d made it back before Mouse noticed, that one time...). He usually spent his days simply spying on and deducing anyone who came into the library, which wasn’t at all often. The school was in a bad area, and hadn’t even managed to afford a temp librarian. The principal’s secretary and then English teacher simply came in on their free periods, or were grabbed by other teachers to help students.

Mouse was equally bored, but did a better job of hiding it. He had been further researching their “Mother”, and had found out more and more about her. Apparently, both of her parents had died in a fire, when she was just 16, and left her with an extremely large trust fund... That could only be used for her education. Unless it was for schooling, she literally had no access to the money. Therefore, she’d
been in school for almost ten years, studying Information Technology, and Library Sciences. Purposely failing easy classes, so she could stay in school, because she could use the money to pay for bed and board, so long as it was labeled as tuition fees.

Mouse further saw that she had absolutely no friends, or other family. And, from reading her diary, which she kept in a locked file on her work desktop, he also saw that the students at the school were
horrible to her. Some would even sneak in, after hours, just to tease her for being so strange.