| The Profits |

He watched with his cat-like eyes. He what he's patiently as the teenagers woke up on the screen, confusion masked their faces. He was amused by this, they didn't know what was happening but he did, which made it even better to watch.

He watched as the three different groups woke up from being unconscious. All three groups in different locations. The first group woke up in Central Park of New York City, the second in an abandoned parking garage across the city, and the third group on the other side of the city facing the second group.

The first group already split up. Those stupid teenagers he thought. The only way to survive all The Phases is to stick together. He was sitting in a lavish room with expensive furniture and red velvet carpeted the floor. All around him were TV's showing all the groups as they advance, alliance, and lose lives. The profits were rolling in. At this rate he will make billions of dollars. And the fools that are making him rich don't know what the money is going towards, and how much harm it will cause. The whole plan made him laugh! He was in total control.

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