[ TT ] You walk in a room to find that the only way to escape is by writing a name of a real person on a piece of paper . This will kill that person .

`` I do n't understand'' whispered Marco to himself. 
 `` It's simple, just write down a name, they die and you escape.'' Uttered the voice from nowhere. It echoed through the whole room in a charming yet taxing fashion. 
 
 Marco spent years searching for answers to his own questions. His body and mind were separated in a way that only he could understand, yet he had no understanding. Confused and alone is how he described himself to himself, but to the outside world he was alone and confused. 
 
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 Penny Had just been married this very week to Mr clip. On any normal Tuesday she would be at the diner pouring a third or sometimes even fourth cup of coffee for her regular, Ted. This on the other hand was no normal week. The bare naked sand gently covering itself with the with the crystal blue waters just to slip back to nudity lay before Penny this week. Her honeymoon had taken her and her new husband to the sunny side up world of California. 
 
 Life is perfect in these few moments of calming. The motion of life pauses and lets you full appreciate what is in front you. Unfortunately, just like a film, with pause comes play. Life is n't a film though, it's live tv, therefore in order to catch up with the ever increasing world the pause must be lifted and all your problems are fast forwarded into a downhill explanation of life. 
 
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 `` Just write whatever comes to your mind. Anything at all'' the voice said rushing Marco along. 
 `` I ca n't do this. I ca n't let someone die because of my actions. There must be another way'' Marco pleaded. 
 `` No sorry this is the way it is. You write a name, that person dies, you escape. Just pull out your pockets and write what you see. I do n't care I just need a name'' 
 
 Marcos emptied his pockets on to the table holding the paper and very used pencil. A quarter, a penny, his pocket watch, his money clip, and his own slip of paper. 
 
'Marco. Come back' 
 
 The writing on the paper was etched in very familiar handwriting. Not familiar to Marco but to someone. 
 
 He stared at the objects on the table. Moved the penny and the watch next to each other, then the quarter and the clip. He could n't take it anymore and just pushed everything off the table except the money clip and the penny. 
 
 `` Fine, I'll do it. As long as I can get back to see my new wife.'' Marco yelled. 
 `` Of course'' the ominous voice replied. 
 
 Marco picked up the pencil and touched graphite to paper. But something inside him stopped his hand from writing. He could kill anyone even if it was just a random name. 
 
 P..e... n....n...... y c....l..... 
 
 What was he doing he thought. I ca n't. 
 
 i....... 
 
 Just as he was about the finish. He stopped crossed out the text he had just scribed and started again. 
 
 M... a... rco Clip 
 
 A cloud of smoke filled the room and then nothing. Marco could n't hear or see anything. Which was probably pretty normal since he just inadvertently killed himself. 
 
 Whiteness began to take over the blackness, and soon that's all there was. 
 
 `` Marco come back `` a voice said `` please'' it said again with increasing desperation. 
 
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 `` I'm sorry mam, your husband has fallen into a coma''. 
 
 

