Death's Game - Episode 4

 

Previously on Death's game
 

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Dad, please no, anything else," I begged the unconscious man and begged the air around me. My dad wasn't breathing. "You shouldn't have saved him" 

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"What's wrong with him mum? Answer me!" I couldn't take it anymore as nurses ran in and out of the ward my dad was laid in. "He was nervous about something, I know you know" I threatened and I watched guilt paint mum's face.

"Mum?" I shouted and she burst into tears . "We didn't think it was going to end like this," she sobbed.

"What didn't you think mum?" I didn't even care if she was crying on the floor. I was frustrated with everything.

"His lungs were failing."
My knees found the floor. "When did this happen?" I was in pain and I had a feeling I knew but I didn't want to believe it.

"On your birthday," she broke down again while my chest ached. I couldn't cry, tears weren't enough. It was my fault, why did I have to live?
He was laughing, the bastard was laughing, eating off my pain.

"Get out, leave me alone!" I heaved. My throat was dry and hoarse from panting

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. I couldn't do this anymore. I was going to end their suffering. I was going to take my life. I couldn't care less if He was winning this game. He had shattered me mentally.

I ran out of the hospital, bumping into a wall that turned out to be a person. Derick.
Of all the times, he picked now to show his devilish handsome face.

"Why do you keep popping up when I am in trouble?" I yelled. I was angrily clenching my fist at my sides. I wanted to slap him like he had jumped into my privacy.

"You shouldn't have saved him." He ignored my question and came up with that pathetic, infuriating reply. I reacted with my hand against his cheek. My palms burned on impact and still I wasn't satisfied because something kept me from hating him. Was it his piercing green eyes, his build, or the sense of being secure in his presence? I didn't know and it annoyed me.

"Sure. I shouldn't have," I hissed but his cold glare remained unchanged. Then I lashed out, "Do you even know how it feels to lose someone? I'm very sure your parents are alive, aren't they?" Now his fist clenched. "So I'm getting a reaction." I poked at his chest.

"You don't like the idea of me talking about your parents or the possibility of them dying, and you walk up to me telling me I shouldn't have saved my dad when I knew the end result." I laughed dryly, "For some reason I don't hate you, but I do pity you and although you might be strong physically and mentally, you don't have something. Do you know what that is?" I was shocked he hadn't left in the middle of my outlash. "Well it's a heart and now you are just a perfect pawn!" I was drunk on anger and breathing harshly, before turning and walking out on him.

I didn't want to know anything anymore, about my death, about him, or about the bond, but before I went out of view I turned back to his perfect poker face. "I hope your death was worth the way you act now." Pity laced my words. "We could have been friends." A sad smile tugged my lips and I walked home.

The pillow was heavy. I had cried so much that all I could do was heave and cough. It was my fault and now I wished I was like Derick, uncaring and strong, but I wasn't.

What do you want from me? I was talking to Him. I could feel his presence.

I want to be entertained, see you suffer. It pleases me, Derick has become somewhat boring but amusing. He laughed.

And do you have a name?  I was getting courageous, wrong move. A stabbing pain erupted in my head, and I screamed, clutching my head.

You do not speak to me in such a manner. PAWN. He emphasised the 'pawn' but you can call me Death. He laughed. He must have felt me shiver in fear.

Good, now know respect child. Your father is bound to die. He chuckled at my sadness.

Why me? I was crying again but I was greeted by silence.

I got to cleaning. It always took my mind off things but it wasn't working this time. Nothing was working. My heart ached like it had grown into a big hollow hole. I wanted all of this to end.

I grabbed my car keys and drove off to the nearest bridge. It screamed for me to jump and I gladly stood at the edge, ready to take a dive.

"Don't jump."

"You have got to be kidding me. You again?" I ignored him, looking down to my doom. "What, you don't wanna die too? Well I pick to be selfish today. How did you find me? Are you stalking me?" I shifted my gaze to him again.

"Not really."

"So now you are nonchalant" I glared at him.

"Death told me what you were up to. He watches everything."

"Did He tell you to stop me?"

Derick shrugged with hands in his pocket, "Nope, He just laughed."

"I guessed as much. So why are you here?"

"Let's say your little speech brought me back to my senses, so I decided to bring you back to yours."

"And how do you figure that?" I was curious.

"It starts with telling you how stupid you are to take your life and how selfish you are not to put your parents into consideration."

"Shit. That works." A smile tugged at his lips and I climbed back to the other side, tilting a little and landing on Derick's chest, his arms holding me in place.

"You see, I'm great when I want to be," and for the first time he smirked.

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. Derick was cocky. Noted.

"You can smirk? You are indeed full of surprises. For a minute I thought you weren't human."

I unwrapped myself from those strong arms, feeling a little too much for him at that moment.

"I'm sorry I spoke that way about your parents. It was rude of me," I apologized. I had regretted it but I couldn't tell him that, well until now.

"I'm also sorry for the way I have been acting. Everything I had believed in was a lie." He shocked me. He was opening up to me. "So I didn't want any involvement," he concluded and I moved towards the car to rest on the bonnet. I was exhausted.

"So how are your peeps. You know parents, if I may ask?" And again I saw anger in his eyes, but also sorrow.
 

"They are not my parents," he paused and looked into my eyes. "After all, your parents do not murder you."