Death's Game - Episode 23

 

I looked to my right and Derick was nowhere in sight. He must have left since it was bright out. I got out of the bed and freshened up. I was having practice today. I wore my stretchy shorts, a pair of snickers and my baggy black top untop my sport bra. I was ready to go and with a goodbye to my still cuddling parent I got into the car and drove off.

The silence at the front of the gym was surprising because normally I would be hearing grunts as well as perverted talks from Victor to Stanley who were as straight as a ruler. Smiling at the thought I went in stretching while taking off my jacket getting ready for practice . The place was pretty big since it was a well known fighting school. I flexed some more from left to right swaying my arms.

Then I could smell something I couldn't place my finger on but it reeked of something bad. My body tensed as I made my way to the back. Where did everyone go? I sighed opening the door gently and behold my question was answered. Everyone laid on the floor lifeless with wrinkled bodies looking almost like skeletons except the graying skin that painted their bones. 

I took another step into the room this time on high alert before my ears caught something that sounded like a grunt. Please let it not be an Erimius. I chanted repeatedly till I came face to face with something that almost looked human except for the set of shark teeth that was buried into my tutor''s neck. That has got to be painful. I watched silently, unmoving as the creatures eyes caught mine. I am so screwed. The thought occurred to me as I realised the monster I had seen that cold night.

He was taking their souls

"I see, you haven't run"

I had not realized he had finished snacking till the body landed in the floor almost like a rag.

"And why would I want to?" I replied non- challanty.  God, cockiness was my nickname even at the time of danger.

He chuckle darkly before letting his hungry eyes land on my neck

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. "You seen stronger than the lot I had eaten but I must say. They were delicious. It had been so long". His smile was wide and almost threatening. I didn't quite understand why the supernatural had to be hot.

"You mean just for 5 years tops" I mused to myself.

"Oh, actually 50 years" he said matter of fact "and now it's your turn" he smiled and I cringed at the set of teeth. He wasn't going to sink that in me. Hell to the no.

"Um,  you sure?" I smirked trying to formulate a plan that didn't involve me dying. His face contoured in amusement.

"Why wouldn't I be" he played along. Because I am skinny, durh, and I'm sure I taste bad. You will kill me in a heartbeat. But of course that wasn't what I said.

"Why kill me when you claim I'm delicious, you just had about ten and I'm sure you are full, so why not wait for a little while, so you can savour your snack.

He laughed "and why should I acknowledge such an excuse?"

"Because I have no idea what I'm alive for" I have a bored face and tone "seeing the end wouldn't be that bad"

Then he glared till his eyes were in slit "you are weak yet you talk so. Isn't this a bit shocking little girl?" He took a step closer like the prey I was "I donnot listen to food"  he barked grabbing me by the neck.

I chocked and struggled and yet I wasn't afraid. I didn't understand the reasoning to how I felt.

"And still you smile" he burst out in anger. I was smiling? I had no idea but now I was aware I felt it. The sensation running down my skin. The way I had felt in the dream. Drawing in deep breathes I clenched his arm as hard as I couldn't and he still didn't budge.  So much fun.

I hoisted myself with the aid of his arm and wrapped my legs around his neck as strong as I could with a little twist till I was on the floor chocking trying to crawl away.  

"Delicious" he mumbled and stepped in front of me faster than my eyes could follow then sent me flying across the room with a slap to the cheek. "I might as well beat my meat to submission"

I coughed hard as blood oozed from my nose and mouth. I think I broke a teeth. I searched my mouth with my tongue till I was satisfied, spat and stood on wobbly legs. He is strong. Still I rushed fiward to strike the lean man but like before I couldn't follow his movement. He got behind me and gave me a chop at the back of my neck.

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. Saliva escaped my mouth as I heaved landing flat against the floor board. My breathing cut shot. I tightened my grip to my neck forcefully trying to breath wailing hard on the floor. The pain was stronger than anything I had ever encountered. I was scared. Scared not because I was afraid but because I enjoyed the fact that I was on the verge of dying.

"Don't worry. I held back a bit. You will not die quick" he chuckled and squated meeting me eye to eye. "and since you seem like a survivor I know we will meet another day, that is if you can hold out till someone finds you" his eyes were blue now. He almost looked normal "you were right, I will definitely come back for you and I know when I will you will be afraid and that will definitely tickle my appetite as well as fill me up" he locked his lip, got up and began leaving.

My vision blurred as I watched his back dissappear but he was wrong to let me live because the next time we meet I will be ready and nowhere near afraid. She will be excited and I was starting to get excited as well as my world spun and turned black with a bloody smile on my lips.