Day 210 – The Season – Where It Ends

She grips herself tightly, as a cold shiver runs down her back, and into her groin.

“Why’s it so damn cold,” she says, through clenched teeth, her breathe like a puff of smoke fades off into the night sky.

He laughs, “Because it’s winter, that’s what it does, it gets cold.”

“I know cold, but, it’s beyond that, it’s frozen cold, like freeze you on the spot, that’s what I mean.”

“Oh, yeah, right,” he says, as he leaps up and pulls his jacket off and wraps it around her.

“Please, Stev…”

He places a finger on her lips, “It’s the least I can do, besides, we wouldn’t be in this mess if it wasn’t for my dad.”

“That doesn’t make it your fault, you can wear his sins for him, I don’t blame you for what he did,” she says, smiling nervously.

“Thanks, you must be the only one,” he says, looking over at the group huddled around a fire.

“They’ll come around, once they know the real you, and not the you that have in their minds.”

“How am I’m supposed to show them that, they won’t even give me the chance.”

“Don’t wait for them, take it upon yourself, make they see you, not wait for them to, because by then, it could be too late.”

He smiles, “Yeah, your right,” he says getting to his feet, puffing out his chest proudly and marching over the the group, who go quite on his approach.

“Get away boy, less you want to feel the wrath of my fists against your face?” Maverick, the leader of the small group says, with a wry smile.

“I am not my father, I am not responsible for this world we now live in, and,” he says as he swiftly pulls a revolver from his jacket and fires a bullet, the rips into the centre of Maverick’s head, killing him instantly. “I will not be treated like a gutter trash, when you all should be bowing before me,” the small group shudder, and cry, then, he fires another shot into the air. “Bowing before me NOW!” He yells, and they quickly obey, he turns to look at her, and smiles.

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Day 210 – The Season – Where I Start

She grips herself tightly, as a cold shiver runs down her back, and into her groin.

“Why’s it so damn cold,” she says, through clenched teeth, her breathe like a puff of smoke fades off into the night sky.

He laughs, “Because it’s winter, that’s what it does, it gets cold.”

Day 209 – Schism – Where It Ends

“I don’t want to play anymore,” he says, looking down at the ground.

“You don’t just suddenly decided, half way through that you don’t want to play, it’s started, and must be finished, there is no backing out now!”

“I’m not playing!” He yells, glaring viciously at him. “This is a stupid game, people are getting hurt, I don’t want to anymore.”

“It’s now this all work Chance, you called me, you wanted this game, you wanted to be the big shot, well now, you are. So deal with it, and make your move, because the only way this game ends is when we get to the end,” he bellows.

“NO! I WON’T!” Chance screams, leaping to his feet and thrusting the table into the air, sending the board and all it’s pieces crashing to the ground.

“How dare you, sniveling worm, do you realise what you’re doing? Do you know what movements you’ve now set in motion? By disabling the board, the creatures that have been put in play are now free to roam by their own accord. Not even I can stop them now, you have condemned all of creation, life, to destruction.”

“Fuck creation, fuck everyone, do you think I care, it’s a stupid game, and I don’t want to play it anymore!” Chance yells, stomping his foot into the ground, sending a shock wave, a tremor, through the room.

“Mum’s right, you are a toss bag,” he says, kneeling down and picking up the game pieces.

“At least I don’t wipe my arse with my ball sack like you Patrick,” he says, with a wry smile.

“At least I have a ball sack, dirt for brains.”

 

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Day 209 – Schism – Where I Start

“I don’t want to play anymore,” he says, looking down at the ground.

“You don’t just suddenly decided, half way through that you don’t want to play, it’s started, and must be finished, there is no backing out now!”

“I’m not playing!” He yells, glaring viciously at him. “This is a stupid game, people are getting hurt, I don’t want to anymore.”

 

Day 208 – Frail – Where It Ends

“I promise, on everything I hold dear, if you don’t feel mighty different, rejuvenated even, after you take a sip of this here elixir, I’ll give you one thousand dollars. In fact, you can hold it while you drink it, to know I’m not pulling the wool over your eyes,” he says, holding out the crisp, new, one hundred dollar notes in one hand, and a bottle of blue liquid in the other.

“Don’t take me for a fool boy,” the old man says, as he pushes the shot gun’s barrel into his face. “I’ve seen scum like you come to our town, promising shit like this before, and you know what, they’re always full of lies, like you are.”

“P-P-Please, honestly, I’m not lying, this her eli…” But he doesn’t get to finish, as the old man fires the shot gun, removing his head.

“I said I would, you piece of shit,” he says, drawing back saliva in his mouth and spitting a large wad onto the mans headless remains that lie on the ground before him. “Leroy, come get out here and clean this fucking mess up,” he yells out.

“N-No-N-N-Not ye-yet, w-weeeeeee hav-av-haven’t finish-ish-sh-shed ou-ou-our conversation-n-n-n,” the man says as he awkwardly get to his knees, as his head, seems to rebuild itself.

“W-W-What in the blue blazer are you?” The old man says, as his eyes grow wide with fear.

“Everything you want to be, and can be,” he says, as his hand holds out the elixir again. “Do you believe me now?”

“This, this blue stuff, does all that?”

“And more,” he says with a smile, his head, now, back to how it was before the shot. The old man looks a him with hesitation, the man shakes the bottle, and nods his head. “Go on, you know you want to try it,” he says. The old man grabs it from his hands, rips the lid off, then quickly drains the contents into his mouth and swallows, letting out a loud, grotesque burp soon after.

“I don’t feel any different,” the old man says with a grunt.

“Give it time tiger, it will happen soon enough,” the sales man says with a smile, as the old man burps again, and then once more before exploding like a balloon overfull with water. “There we go, see, don’t you feel, different?”

 

END

Dy 208 – Frail – Where I Start

“I promise, on everything I hold dear, if you don’t feel mighty different, rejuvenated even, after you take a sip of this here elixir, I’ll give you one thousand dollars, in fact, you can hold it while you drink it, to know I’m not pulling the wool over your eyes,” he says, holding out the crisp, new, one hundred dollar notes in one hand, and a bottle of blue liquid in the other.

 

Day 207 – Time Is Your Enemy – Where It Ends

“I only have one question, it’s really the only question that needs to be asks, the easiest question for you to answer.Why?”

“Why what?” She asks.

“Just, why?” He repeats

“And that’s supposed to be fucking easy?”

“It’s the simplest question in the world, I don’t know why you’re having so much trouble with  it. Just tell me why, and it will be all over,” he says, looking back up at her, his pen’s point digs into the paper under his hands weight.

“I don’t understand what you want to know, can’t you just ask me?”

He sighs, and leans back, placing the pen and notepad onto the table, and clasps his hands together, “Sarah, it’s a simple question, I don’t want to waste any more time on this than I have already. I know you killed the four boys from your school, I know you stabbed Jessica Mullner, and I know, you set fire to Sally Briggs house. What I want to know, what everyone wants to know, is why?”

“How?”

“How what?”

“See, it’s not fun when the shoes on the other foot, is it?”

“What are you talking about?”

“The shoe, you know, you asked me why, but it made no real sense, so I asked for more clarification, and you gave it, then I asked how, and you asked how what, because you don’t understand what I mean.”

He leans back onto the table, staring across at her, “You think you’re quite the comedian, don’t you?”

“No, I think, right now, I’m just pointing out the obvious faults in you’re ability to question someone for information.”

He stares at her for some time, before finally smiling and picking up the notepad and pen again, “Okay, Sarah, tell me, why did you kill those boys?”

“Which boys?”

“The boys from you’re god damn school!”

“I’m sorry, you’re going to need to be a little more specific, a  lot of boys go to my school.”

 

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