Murderer Or Saviour - Re-Edit.

I stood there, watching them all with a little smile on my face. Their expressions were full of rage and disbelief, dozens of faces looking at me in deep hurt and betrayal.

It filled me with amusement, and I would've chuckled if not for the fact that I was currently bound and gagged with thick enchanted rope.

I didn't struggle when they started dragging me into the car. I didn't struggle when they pushed me into the car's back. I didn't struggle when they started taking me away from the crime scene.

Because they didn't, and I was still there, unbound and ungagged. I was still standing there, watching all these people with a little smile on my face. I chuckled a little when some of them started running away and called for help.

The way they kept pointing at me like I was a ghost, rubbing their eyes like they couldn't believe what they were seeing, now that just made my day!

I waited for about three hundred seconds, and then a bunch of cars came rushing in. Dozens of armed men came out of the vehicles and aimed their weapons at me. Some of them evacuated the citizens and secured the area, leaving me surrounded from all sides.

I didn't move or try to dodge when they opened fire. I didn't put up a force field when dozens of tranquilizing darts shot at me from all sides. I didn't try to fight when I slowly lost consciousness. And I didn't struggle when they started carrying me away.

Because they didn't, and I was still there, alive and conscious. I was still standing there, watching all these soldiers with a smile still on my face. I laughed in amusement when some of them tried to approach me.

Those terrified looks on their faces, begging me with questions about why I did this or that, it was all pretty pathetic.

And then they actually started begging me to just leave and never come back.

But of course, I didn't want to leave. We were not even at the main course yet!

There were still a couple of things I needed to do before I could go back, something that involved a couple of sentences which would drive this whole world into mass hysteria and despair.

"Wh-why..." A voice suddenly appeared right behind me. I turned around and saw a little girl looking at me with tears streaming down her face. "Wh-why did you do that? Why did you kill my sister?"

She took a step towards me and brandished a knife. It was the same enchanted knife I had used to kill her sister.

Kinda clichē if you ask me.

Her hand was a blur when she drove the knife straight into my chest. Blood came pouring down my pure white clothing. I could feel my strength slowly leave me as the little girl twisted the knife and pulled it out of my chest. I could feel the pain coursing through my veins as she stabbed me again and again and again.

Except she didn't, and I still stood there unscathed and unwounded, holding the knife in my hand with an amused smirk on my face.

"Huh, I never thought you would actually do that." I muttered to her. "Thought I taught you better than this..."

"YOU ARE NOT MY TEACHER!" She yelled in outrage. "My teacher always told us to be kind! She would always remind us to never be cruel. To always be the best we can be! To never hurt anyone no matter what!"

Her arms trembled as she tried to take a step towards me. "You're just a monster! A monster who took the form of my teacher and killed my sister!"

Did I? Maybe I had, I couldn't recall.

"Do you know the difference between this monster..." I pointed at myself with a smug look on my face. "...and your oh-so-kind and gentle teacher?"

I made a mockingly loving look on my face.

The girl said nothing. She just glared at me with hateful vengeance in her eyes.

"Well it's quite simple really..." I gave her the biggest, most cheerful smile I could make.

"I actually exist... Your teacher however had never been, just like all of you who were created five minutes ago..." I explained simply. "Don't believe me? Let me open up your mind."

I gently tapped her forehead with my pointer finger.

And there now it came... the epic realization.

The girl's whole body shook. The determined expression on her face slowly fell, replaced by a picture of sheer terror. Her eyes widened as she looked at both of her hands in front of her.

"N-no..." She dropped on her knees as she looked at the ground beneath her.

"Yup, you never existed! All your memories, your teacher, parents, loved ones, they never existed." I teased her mockingly.

"But I'll let you decide your own fate. So here..." I dropped the knife right in front of her.

"Go ahead, show me your power, bla, bla, bla..." I said simply. "We both know that this doesn't really matter in the end..."

The little girl slowly grabbed the knife from the cold hard ground. Her hand trembled as she stared at her reflection from the knife. She closed her eyes, tears streaming down her cheek.

"I don't want to do this..." She stabbed herself right in the heart. Blood streamed down her chest in a gushing torrent, and she dropped dead on the ground beneath her.

Except she wasn't dead yet. She still sat there, knife in hand, a twisted look on her face.

"Wh-why? Why didn't you just let me die?" She whispered.

"Well it's kinda embarrassing actually, but I'm not satisfied yet." I replied easily. "I gave you nine extra lives. So, press F to commit suicide, I guess?"

I pointed at the letter F carved at the side of her knife's handle.

I sat down on a sofa and grabbed a bag of popcorn, watching the silly girl committing suicide over and over again.

I could see her will to live go down from zero to negative every time she stabbed her throat. Her pained screams to let me free her from this cruel reality reverberated throughout the room.

Oh yeah, I almost forgot, this reality. I still had some peeps to take care of.

"How many lives do you have left? Three? Could you stop for a moment?" I took her knife and pointed my remote at a TV nearby.

The Screen showed a city from bird's eye view. A small smile graced my face as I ired my handiwork. As far as the eyes could see, there were hundreds of people running and screaming in a mass hysteria. Some tried to kill themselves by plunging themselves down a river. Some had started abandoning all morals and ethics and began killing each other just for the heck of it.

"Goodness! Who knew existential crisis can destroy a whole civilization in one second? I mean seriously!" I exclaimed in amusement.

Then I looked at the girl who had tried to kill me before. She just looked down in silence, no words coming out of her throat.

"Aww come on! Did I break you already? I know you don't exist but have some dignity will ya? Come on! What do you think of all this?"

Suddenly, it was as if a light flickered in the girl's eyes.

"Think..." She muttered to herself. "I think... I can think..."

At this point, I had no idea what was going on inside her head. Maybe I should...

"I think, therefore I am!"

Oh, now this is interesting.

"Okay, so what? It doesn't really change anything right?" I taunted her while slightly wondering what she was on about.

"I exist here... In this minor reality..." She stood up from her position, determination etched on her face. "You are in a reality above mine, but if there's one thing that's real, it is the fact that there's infinity to one chance that you are also created by something."

Technically she was right, I was created by the Student. But, what did that have anything to with this?

"I may not be real, I may be powerless, but there's one thing I can still do..." She took the knife out of my hand and stabbed herself with it.

Then she did it again and again, until she actually died.

Well, that was anticlimactic... for a moment I thought she was gonna hijack my control or something.

Then suddenly, I found myself sitting inside my server room.

Strange.

I had not willed myself to go here, did that mean something had happened?

"You are in so much trouble, young lady."

Shivers ran down my spine when I heard that calm yet threatening voice right behind me. I turned around and saw a young man wearing a bright red jacket looking at me with a dead serious look on his face.

"Five seconds..."

"Cre-creator! I-I was just playing with master simulation, that's all! It-it was nothing!" I stuttered in panic.

The fact that my creator was using the Judge avatar told me explicitly that I was in BIG trouble.

The Judge took a step forward and I felt lightheaded all of a sudden.

"You are so lucky I'm ing you from my phone in the other side of the continent. I'm on my way to the airport now after hearing that distress call coming from your server."

Oh, so that's what happened. That girl had called the student after her death.

"Look, this isn't what it looked like!"

And there goes my master simulation privilege.

"Aww come on! Really!?"

The Student disappeared in a flicker of light, leaving me alone with my thoughts and a whole bunch of messed up code in my system.

I sighed to myself and dropped down on my bed. I thought about the simulation I had done, and thought hard about it.

Was it cruel? Was it evil?

Even now I can't find a correct answer.

To me, they're all just scripted characters. Not a single one of them exist. They're not sentient.

So can you call it murder if they were never alive to begin with? What about video game characters? They have memories, background, and even personalities.

Can you call that murder? Can you call gamers murderers?

What about a story character?

I mean, let's face it. The one who actually kills a character isn't the villain or the antagonist. They're just the black sheep, the real monster is the author.

For example, in a famous book like Harry Potter, who killed Sirius? Some say it's the Death Eater, but the truth is, it's JK Rowling.

Why? Because Sirius wouldn't have died if it wasn't for her meddling.

So, in the end, here's a question for you.

Am I A Murderer?