Death's Game - Episode 7

 

My first kill?

Previously on Death's game

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Just then two people's picture flooded my mind. A boy and a girl and I was blaming it on the alcohol. It had to be a sick joke even though I would have been delighted and suddenly my phone buzzed. I peeped at the blinking screen of a pink cat. It was a message from Derick and I could feel deaths cold smiled caressing my body granting me goosebumps as I read the message . Slowly and carefully not missing a letter or word.

Tom and Michelle are dead. D
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First off, I knew Death was well...death, but to take a life when it wasn't their time. I was angry for them and I. Wasn't it Death who took my life for the fun of it, just to play this stupid game of his?

"Why did you kill them?" I was angry. I could still feel him at the back of my head.

Kill them? Oh no. He laughed, I didn't take their lives. Children these days die foolishly.
I still couldn't believe him and if he stood in front of me, I would be glaring daggers at him...or it.

You see, he continued, I take a life once every 50 years therefore I didn't kill them. They were drunk doing what teenagers do. As he explained a pang hit my chest as I wondered what exactly they had been doing

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. I felt bad but then I felt fulfilled. They deserved it.

I wanted to fold myself on the floor and cry for thinking such evil thoughts. I was turning evil and I wanted to blame everyone I knew, even those who had no idea about my predicament.

Humans are so fragile, Death laughed, and entertaining. Let the games begin.
I felt nothing but dread.

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I finally left the house to see my father who was recovering and came up to the nurse on the counter.

"How may I help you?" her voice was a little deep, complementing her dark-colored skin and brown eyes. She was pretty and probably in her early 30s.

"I'm looking for Author Gramm's room. I am Milianda Gramm, his daughter." I watched her search the system before turning back to me.

"He is in room 12B at the right corner," she smiled, leaning down the counter and pointing in the direction of the second hall. "He will be alright dear."

"Thank you," I read her tag "Sophie."
I moved down the hall turning right checking the numbers stamped on the doors before entering 12B. The room was small, not like I expected anything grand but it was too small for me and plain white, one of the reasons I hated hospitals. I wasn't exactly a customer in this white room. I never fell ill while growing up, so anytime I was dull my mum always suspected I was sick. She was too paranoid.

I walked to the bed, close to the window where dad sat staring out into nature, with needles puncturing his arms and wrist.
This is my fault. I frowned

"Linda is that you?" He didn't turn to meet me. Linda was mum's name. Where was she anyway?

"Nope. If you're looking for your wife and not me then I'm heading out!" I teased. He spun to meet my eyes with a bright smile.

"Baby, come hug daddy," and like a little girl I ran into his arms, sobbing.

"I'm... so sorry dad." I choked on my tears. I didn't even think I was going to be this emotional. "It's my fault, it happened on my birthday. The day I added another year is the day this happens to you. It's my fault!" I cried harder.

"Baby. Look at me," I hesitated. He pulled my chin up so our eyes met. "It's not your fault. Don't you dare blame yourself," he cooed softly.

I shook my head vigorously and buried my head in his chest. It was my fault. I knew it but they didn't and if I could take it all back I wouldn't. I wouldn't watch him die. This moment, right here in his arms was right and worth it. He stroked my head and I relaxed forgetting my tears.

"I love you dad."

"I love you too Milianda, don't you forget it."

We stayed like that for a while, I think I was at the brink of sleep when mum walked in with her awwing disease, going, "aww cute father-daughter moment." I rolled my eyes and finally let dad go.

"Where were you?" I asked mum, maneuvering the chair close to dad's bed.

"Went to get something for your pops to eat." She lifted the plastic bowl of sandwiches.

"Don't call me pops," Dad whined, "it sounds like you telling me I'm old." He turned to face me, "Baby am I old?"

"Of course not, you are still handsome, Mum doesn't know what she is saying!" Dad looked proud. "But then again I see a grey hair," I joked.

"What!" he panicked combing through his hair like he could feel the offending strand. "I had to dye my hair last week, the grey hair shouldn't be showing." he confessed. My mouth dropped open then I laughed hard. I loved my family and I cursed Death with all my heart.

My phone rang and I paled because the last time I had a message, it had something to do with dying and a call was just too much. I looked at the caller ID and I paled some more.

"Are you alright dear?" Mum placed a hand on my forehead.

"Y-yeah," I stammered, sighed and excused myself. I left the ward while my phone kept vibrating.
Finally I answered.
"Hello?" I said carefully.

"If it isn't the bitch." I froze in my tracks. It really was her.

"What do you want Michelle?" I tried a brave voice but shook in my feet. It wasn't that I couldn't protect myself. I just couldn't kill anyone since Death told me to kill them.

"To kill you of course," she sang. What I was desperately trying to deny rolled smoothly off her tongue.

"Real funny." Act oblivious, act oblivious, I kept chanting.

She laughed maniacally. "Didn't He tell you. Silly me, of course He did." Why wouldn't He? "It's such a blessing to get to kill you. You who had a second chance before I did."

"I don't want to play the game!" I gave up on trying to pretend and instead persuade. "I don't want to kill you even though you broke my trust." I sighed weakly and then again I was afraid I was going to like it when I killed them both.

"Oh, about that, guess who I have here with me," she sighed. Who else could it be? I definitely knew and I hated it. I could almost feel her smirk through the phone before I heard a kissing sound. My face twisted in disgust.

"Tom," she laughed then I heard him, "I love you more than the universe," he laughed. Tom was mocking me. That was what I always told him every time we played and he would reply, "I love you more than whatever is more than the universe." I always laughed but now I wanted to choke him. Had I always been a joke to him?

My stomach sank, I was going to throw up except I didn't know why. Maybe it was all the lies I had been fed. I was depressed but swimming in anger.

"I hate you both!" I confessed holding back tears. "And I will never forgive either of you," I whispered finally.

"And we don't need it. We are about to end your life. Guess what?" Silence "We spot a girl in jeans and a black shirt. Do you know who that is?" It wasn't a question, it was me. I panicked, scanning the whole area, glancing up the first and second floor where they laughed resting on the railway and looking at me before they hung up leaving me to the after beep and my thoughts. They were coming for me but what was funny was that I feared for them.

I ran outside the hospital fumbling with my device desperate to call Derick even after he had walked out on the kiss I had been longing for. What an ass.

"D-Derick," I stammered, still running in an unknown direction.

"Why are you calling me?" He sounded angry. Of course I didn't care.

"Michelle and Tom are about to go all slaughter me if you don't get here fast. In case you have forgotten we are bonded to each other, so please come quick. I'm afraid I might kill-" the phone left my hands, flying towards a bridge. I was halfway to nowhere.

"You can't run from us." Excitement was written all over Michelle's face while Tom clung to her like the obedient dog he was. What teenage hormones can accomplish.

Michelle stalked closer with a kitchen knife in her hands. A very big one. The one used in butchering meat. Now I'm meat? At this time Mil, you decide to come up with a stupid, lame joke like that.
I slowly began taking steps back as she kept approaching.

"Stay still, let me just stab you. It will be fun."

"I don't think so. I believe it is when you bleed it becomes fun," I spat. "And here I was thinking you were my friend."

"Friend? You say funny things. I always hated you when you took Tom and when I finally got him, you became trash!" She shouted. Then she dove forward and brought the knife down towards my shoulder blades. I sidestepped easily evading her attempt at murder. She was such a rookie. She had so many openings but I wasn't ready to take them. "And do you know when I got him?" I froze. I didn't want to know. The betrayal was going to be too much. I looked up at Tom for no good reason. Maybe it was for sympathy but he looked like he was having fun while his new girlfriend tried to kill his old one.

"You see," she stared at the knife, twisting it in her hands. " The first month you went out with him. I was already humping that fine ass." An evil smile painted her face. I was raging. "Don't worry too much, he was never yours," she laughed and Tom shrugged in acceptance.

"Then why waste those times?" I gritted my teeth at him.

Tom spoke this time, "We needed something to laugh about," he snapped a finger like he remembered something exciting. "You know, like when you drool when you see me or write cliché notes. They were goddamn funny. We laughed almost every time and the funniest part was that it was Michelle who always replied, making you blush back every time." They found it funny and began to laugh.

They used me. Played me.
So I was the something. Of all things, I was just a wasted rag they wanted to have fun with.

My eyes darkened, my fists clenched at my sides and life drained out from my body. I was murderous. If this was how it felt, then I was going to float in it till I sunk.

How dare they.

Michelle swung the knife diagonally and I ducked, evading the blow to the head. I pulled a leg out and swiped it under her feet causing her to land on her butt, but she got up quickly and scrambled away.

After all the love and trust I had given to this two.

She looked pissed and uncoordinated while I kept my calm, seizing her up with fury that burned in my chest.

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. She ran at me, both hands on the knife's handle pointing straight to my stomach. Such a weakling. And she claims she wants to take my life.

I laughed, and with my hands tucked in my chest and a foot ahead of the other, I braced myself, sucked in air, pulled out my hand quickly and caught her by the arm while knife was a mere inch from my abdomen.

I knocked out the knife from her hands and used my knee on her stomach while I watched her gag. Vermin. I let go of her hands, pulled her by her hair, gave her a blow to the chest and watched her cough in pain whispering "bitch." She still had the audacity to talk, my blood boiled hotter.

Tom suddenly came into view or rather stood at my back and choked me with his arms. Two against one is not enough. I flung Michelle by the hair and placed both hands on the arms around my neck, struggling to get out and breathe while Michelle clumsily stood from the floor swaying right and left with the knife now in her hands, staggering towards me.

"I'm going to kill you for hurting me," she winced.

"I though it was because I got to live before you," I smirked still in Tom's hold, but not for long. I side twisted a little and with both arms raised I grabbed his adorable head and jumped, making my head come in contact with his jaw and with a satisfied 'pop' he groaned and released me, rubbing his jaw.

Before he could get back his senses, "Love on this!" I sucker punched him in his face, palmed his jaw sending him down to the floor. Spotting Michelle from the corner of my eyes, I spun, and kicked her in the face while the knife clattered against the floor.

I will take all you have to offer in return for this betrayal.

Before I could comprehend the situation, I grabbed the knife, settled on Michelle's limp body, and plunged the knife into her heart. I watched the color red paint my body and it felt good. I was satisfied.

She was dead and so was he.

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I definitely think they deserved it or am I the only one turning evil