Death's Game - Episode 10

 

Previously on deaths game

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"They...arrr..ee.ba..ckk" he stammered his eyes still distant.

"Who?" I swallowed still panting, I couldn't bare it so I shook his shoulders forcefully trying to get his attention desperately.
It worked his eyes were now on me, lock with mine and all I could see was pure horror before words finally left his mouth.

"My parents. They've found me"
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"What! Come on, get in." I pulled him in and in my paranoia looked to the left then to the right before locking the door . How could they have found him? How did they even know he was alive? None of this made sense, except...

"Did they see you?" I asked him.

"Baby, who is this?" Dad interrupted my interrogation. I had even forgotten they were around.

"Dad, this is-"

"Derick!" Mum jumped in with a bright smile. "How are you?" She looked from me to Derick. "You know, my daughter talks about you."

"What? No I don't!" I scoffed. It was like that one time, Gee mum.

"Evening Mr and Mrs Gramm." Derick had a smile on like nothing was happening, stretching for a handshake from my mum.

"Silly boy, call me Linda." She ignored his hands and pulled him in for an awkward hug. He had to bend just for her hands to pat his back before letting him go.

"Derick," Dad mumbled, "I have heard that name," he paused trying to recollect, then he snapped his fingers "Oh! My boy, I just remembered, thanks for helping both the women I love

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. My wife told me everything," my dad shook his hand. "Call me Bryan." For some odd reason I wanted to hide. Maybe it was because the fact that they acted like I just brought a future husband for an introduction. This was really awkward. I couldn't take it.

I pulled at Derick's hand, "Please give us a minute." We walked into the sitting room. Thank heavens that was over. I turned to meet him.

"So, did they see you?"I wasn't as ready to pretend this was fine as the smile Derick gave my parents, I was all for straight to the point.

"I don't know." His voice was a whisper as his fingers raked through his hair.

"Why are they even here?" I mumbled to myself while chewing at the flesh of my thumb.

"How would I know?" He shouted. He definitely did not get that I was asking myself, and his anxiety wasn't helping, but I couldn't help myself.

"Don't you dare shout at me." My voice was low and cold. I knew he was throwing a tantrum due to his frustration, but I wasn't mature, and I hated it when someone shouted at me. It boiled my blood. He just kept pacing some more while I glared at his back. The place was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop, and I was certain my parents heard because they too were quiet.

The last time I was yelled at, dishes found the floor or an area close to someone's head.

"I'm sorry," he sighed, looking at me. I melted immediately, my anger lost, like it never existed. "It's just I thought that I left that part behind. They had already succeeded in putting an end to me."

The clicking sound of the plates continued. They must have noticed that we were fine. Parents were so attentive.

I looked at Derick again. He carried that sad regretful look. "Do you know what they did to me?" He sat with a thud on the couch closest to him and I joined him. He wrapped his arms around me, I snuggled closer. "They tortured me Mil," he was staring far into nothingness. "But you know the good part," he continued, but I didn't hear a snicker or sarcasm, I heard honesty. How can something good come out from torture. I blinked up at him, watching his eyes watch me. I kept shut and waited patiently.

"If I had not died, I would never have been bonded with you. I would never have seen you smile, laugh, get angry and I would never have listened." He smiled. "That's why I don't regret it, because in my darkness I found you, my light." Shit, shit, shit. Just take me now. I wrapped my arms around him and buried my head in his chest. I was really falling for him.

No, no, no! Death's voice boomed. I tensed as well as Derick. This is not the game I intended and it's definitely not how you will survive. For this, let me remind you of things to come. This is a game after all. He laughed without humor.

"Darling, is everyth-" I looked up to mum except she was on the floor, and as dad entered the room he too slumped hard to the floor. "NO!" I screamed, running to meet them. However, before I could register what situation they were in, there was a knock on the door.

I looked up to Derick in suspicion. It can't be. "Derick," the voice sang ,"I know you are in there." it was feminine. Derick grabbed my arm, pulled me away from my parents' bodies and pushed me behind him, away from the door.

"Don't be rude. Is this how we trained you?" Now it was a deep voice.

"We came to check on you," they laughed. Derick stiffened. This was definitely not good.

"Shit," he cursed, getting down on one knee to check my parents' pulses. "Let's get your parents to their room." He got up.

"So they aren't dead?" I managed, blinking away tears.

"No. Death takes guarantees. It ensures you play his game with every last drop you have." Derick picked up my dad with no stress and began walking up stairs while I processed the information.

"And the game right now," I gasped as realization hit me and my eyes locked on the door Derick's parent were beating down. "Your parents for mine," I whispered in horror as Derick picked up my mum and went up the stairs without a word.

Bravo, you do have a sharp mind pawn.

Isn't it supposed to be exciting for you? It will be plain boring because Derick will definitely want to end them, after all they have done. If I were him I would have prayed for this day.

You are also truly naive. He loves his parents. He even loved them when they slit his wrist. He laughed, and that was when I saw Derick descend the stairs with an agonized look on his face. He was too pained. Makes this game worth my time, so don't die on me.

Derick looked so weak. I had never seen him like this, and it made me angry and a little irritated that he couldn't kill them, the ones who had made him suffer. I saw it in his eyes as the door fell off its hinges. 

"Is this how you welcome your parents?" There they stood with all confidence, an axe slung over his father's shoulder. In truth, they looked like hot killers, especially with smiles like theirs.

I looked to Derick, who looked like he wanted to run into his mum's arms. His fists were clenched. He looks pathetic. I was angry. This was called brainwashing. What exactly had they done to him? I looked back at the couple, who eyed Derick like meat before looking towards my direction with identical sneers on their faces.

"You should hide," Derick whispered, still not looking at me. I ignored him and stared back at them.

"So this is your girl," his mother said with a smirk. The woman was pale, with a perfectly proportional face; blue eyes, short dark hair, plump lips and a button nose.

"She's fine. You got good taste son." The man was the exact copy of Derick, except older with grey hair. He spoke while moving closer to me with his hand on the axe. "I wonder how she'll look all covered with blood."

Still Derick didn't make a move, he just watched silently. Truthfully I couldn't grab this situation. All I knew was that they killed him, I did not know why. All I knew was that I had to be careful around those two. Derick is so going to tell me the whole story later on. I nodded to myself.

"I'm Alex and this is my wife Parish." You would think he was nice, but his eyes scared the living daylights out of me. "So we will be taking our son and this time we will make sure he doesn't come back." He smiled wide. So hot. Stupid hormones. "Or better still," he swung the axe for Derick's head and with full speed I moved, pushing Derick out of the way and giving Alex a good kick to the gut, sending him stumbling back. Since when did girls start saving guys asses? I groaned, angry at Derick's unresponsive attitude.

"Don't touch my husband!" Parish spoke and it was almost like I needed to obey her. Something kept me rooted in that position as she moved fast, taking me by surprise and in my shocked state with a backhanded slap, hard against my face. The bitch was going to pay. Then the same feeling of something hitting the back of my mind shook me hard, like when I had killed Michelle and Tom. It felt almost painful and it wasn't me. It was her. She reached for Parish neck.

"Stop," she sang. I nearly did, except I wasn't in control of my body as I pulled her close with two fingers holding her jaw in place while I grabbed her axe and threw it to the side. I could have easily killed her but she loved the chase and never did like weapons. I had a horrific feeling as to why she didn't like weapons.

I wasn't sure how I knew but I did

She replicated her voice in a haunted manner.
"Stop." A smirk appeared on my face but her eyes rose in horror. She was enjoying herself and strangely I was too. I flung her away and walked to Derick who paled like he saw some kind of stranger.

"Don't freeze on me Derick" she threatened then gave an innocent smile.

I spun back to his parents, who  looked pissed as they dusted themselves. Something told me they were now serious.

"Derick, kill her." Parish voice rang out with a surge of power and as quick as wind, my body was up against the wall, with Derick's finger wrapped around my neck. Hmm, s**y. I pushed my hormones to the side, taking in the situation. It must be as I thought earlier, they were dead too. They were also pawns, but what I didn't understand was how exactly she could hypnotize people. I thought we only had extra strength as a perk for our death. This is confusing.

I wrapped my hand on his arm, swung my body upwards, then used my legs as a hold, locking his arms in between my legs and putting pressure downwards. I was going to break his arm as I choked and it excited her more, but his hold was now weak. I fell out of his hands and totally ignored his grunt while I walked to Parish.

Alex suddenly popped out of nowhere, punched me in the face once, twice. What scared me was that she liked the pain that surged through me. I caught his hand on the third impact and twisted till I heard that 'pop' sound. Two more to go. I punched him in the gut, then punched him hard on the chin. He recovered immediately. It shocked me but thrilled her. I ducked at the oncoming blow, then blocked the uppercut with my palms and jumped backwards to distance myself from him. Derick caught me off-guard, kicking my legs. I fell on my butt. I pushed myself upwards and cartwheeled back towards the wall. I was trapped between two men approaching from my front and my side.

I looked at my surroundings for something. Aha! I picked up the frying pan and slammed it on Derick's head. That is gonna hurt. I needed to snap him out of Parish's mind control. She stood close to the broken door eyeing the fight, all excited.

I spun away, evading the front kick from Alex, and blocked Derick's punch with a raised knee while kicking with the other which he blocked effortlessly with his arm. Then with his hand he grabbed me by the ankle and before he could throw me I slammed his head again with the pan, then braced myself for impact, the pan falling from my grip. The shelf shattered from the impact with my back as dishes fell to the floor. I whimpered. It hurt like a bitch but I still got up sluggishly.

I had a smirk on my face while my bones snapped back in place. This was too exciting to her for me to care about the burning feeling the healing caused as I spat out blood from my mouth.

"How exciting," she spoke through me and funny enough I began feeling her excitement. I smiled, wiping the blood that dribbled down my chin with a thumb.

Ignoring the two men, I ran towards the control freak of a mother and they caught on quick and trying to grab me, like they were protecting their princess. I easily evaded their hands and reached for her again. Then Derick caught my hand, lifting me off the ground. Then he kissed my neck and whispered,

"Let me." He looked so hot, so godly, so alive and yet so deadly. He welcomed his inner demon and I couldn't stop my tongue from darting out and licking my lips. This was my Derick.

He grabbed his mother's face, sealing her mouth with his palm while she struggled, clawing at his arms. He simply dropped me to the floor gently and placed a short kiss on my lips before turning to face his mother fully. Evil is becoming of me. I wanted to laugh but I held it in and looked to my back. 
"In courtesy, from your wife," I snarled at the man and with all my strength, punched him. He flew across the counter and stayed down, passed out. This strength was refreshing. I sighed and watched Derick punch a hole into his mother's chest as she stared in horror.

"Forgive me mother," he said with a smirk and pulled out her bloodied heart. I walked closer, watching the heart still beating in Derick's strong hands. I wanted to worship him, such a perfect creature. Then he crushed the heart, spraying blood across my face.

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. I should have been disgusted but I wasn't. I was excited.

I looked up at him and he looked down at me. "I love you, Mil," he stated with lust. Then, I knew that he saw perfection in the same way I looked at him, smeared in his mother's blood. This was truly the most romantic time. I brought his lips to mine. It felt like a second when I pulled away. I smirked. I love you too. Finally I threw my head back and laughed at this twisted sight. The one I was going to keep enjoying and she agreed wholeheartedly, as though she knew what more was to come.

Just perfect.