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The Name Of The Game

The room falls silent and all eyes fall on Catherine, as she pulls the knife from Flint’s throat, showering in a sea of deep red. She sneers then smiles licking her lips with self satisfaction, then meets their gaze with hers.

“I wasn’t going to let him think it was his to win, not when I had all intentions of winning everything for my self,” she announces matter-a-factly.

“B-B-But, th-that’s no-not what this is a-all about! N-N-NOT THIS,” Even’s stammers as he gestures awkwardly towards Flint’s bloody remains.

“Then what is it all about, if it is not a battle to the finish? What is it, if it is not about winning or losing? What is it, if it is none of those things?”

The sweat pours from Even’s brow, and he dabs it lightly with an already heavenly drench handkerchief. He looks desperately over to the producer who standing frozen in fear refusing to make eye contact with him, then to the camera operators as they continue to keep the cameras trained up the two of them.

“DON’T LOOK AT THEM, LOOK AT ME AND ANSWER MY QUESTION! TELL ME WHAT THIS IS ALL ABOUT!” she bellows through saliva drenched teeth.

He turns in abject horror towards her with trembling lips and shaking hands. “O-O-Okay! OKAY! Y-Y-Your right, t-they are w-what t-this sh-show is all about, j-j-just not T-THAT W-WAY!” he stammers once more, as he again gestures towards Flint’s lifeless corpse.

To Dissect Their Narrative 

“Do not confuse my sarcasm, for ignorance,” Riley sneers with obvious malice littered throughout his words. “When you came to me with your desperate plan, I allowed the narrative to be yours, and yours alone, for anything else would’ve been less than what was required. But now the war that you so desperately needed to win has come to an end, and with its end, so must you face yours.”

William lets out a inhuman growl as he throws several wayward punches into the air, followed by a twisting kick, that brings him within an inch of Riley. He thrusts kicks to Riley’s left, then to his right, neither hit, but nor does Riley react. They stare silently at each other as William takes several steps back then strengthens his stance, tightens his muscles and focuses all that he has left inside his fading shell towards Riley. “Then, let us end this,” he snarls.

Riley raises an eyebrow and smiles as he twists and turns in the air like a acrobatic gymnast following an overly choreographed routine, landing expertly some feet away from where he stood moments ago.

“Do not confuse yourself, with me.” Riley hisses proudly.

“WILL YOU JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP AND DANCE WITH ME!” William cries as the two charge at each other.

My Meal Plan

The crucifix drops to the floor seconds before Maurice’s lifeless body does. Sheena bares her teeth while laying a slathering of aggressive growls and hisses, as Constantine proudly dances around the ballroom, dragging Selena’s decaying corpse with him.

“Don’t be so selfish pelican, what we do here today will not only make a tomorrow worthy of yesterday’s sacrifice, but it will also get us far more than we deserve today.”

“Speak for yourself,” she hisses through clenched teeth.

“WHAT!” he bellows, spinning skilfully towards a unflattering crescendo, as he tosses Selena’s body to the floor without care and rushes at Sheena, stopping mere centimetres from her. “Do you think you are better than me? Do you think you are worthy of more than I am?”

“Of course I do!” she scoffs with thrusting ignorance. “Why do you think we’re both here, in such a uninhabited area? Or did you think it was you that brought me here?” she says with a wry smile growing across her crimson lips.

A Simple Unchanging Fact

“There is little that can be done for someone like you, so we are unfortunately stuck with the decisions that you have chosen for us to follow, and in that OUR fate is what it is, this so is yours.” she says with a wiry smile delicately drawn across her face, missing her poorly proportioned lips on several different points.

“Y-Y-You m-make it sound like some sort of t-threat.”

She laughs in unison with a million other variations of herself that inhabit the same flesh sack, before her sunken eyes roll freely in their pool table like sockets. “That is exactly what this is, for THAT is why I am here before you. The landscape that changes with each passing moment, continues to change, yet the drum beat that plays evermore, never stops. We are that drumbeat, and WE are the only way,” she snarls with blatant disregard for thing nor fathom.

“B-B-But I-I-I, I only followed what y-you told me to d-d..” he doesn’t get to finish his words, as she moves far quicker than her broken body should allow her to, and heaves him high into the air.

“DID I NOT SAY THAT WITH EACH PASSING MOMENT EVERYTHING CONTINUES TO CHANGE! DID I NOT SAY ALL THAT CHANGES, CHANGES AGAIN REGARDLESS OF CHANGING BEFORE! THE ONLY THING PERPETUAL IS ME, AND ME ALONE!”

Swap My Symptoms 

The room ebbs and flows with a vibrating energy that sends shivers up and down each of the small workforce’s backs. Donna turns with a motion that resembles less of a fluid movement and more of a disjointed parody of animated glory. Steve looks across at her and fells the blood quickly run from his face. He convulses forward without warning as he feels the meagre breakfast he had just a few short hours ago surge upward, and in a desperate panic he slaps his hand against his mouth, only for it to explode from either side, spraying Duncan and Sam who sit beside him equally.

He sits silently, staring forward with wide eyes as the blood that escaped his face moments before rushes back, this time flushing his cheeks with their warmth.

“W-W-WHAT THE FUCK!” Duncan screams, while Sam desperately cups his hands in front of him as he tries to catch his own vomit, but instead it spills from his hands and empties onto the desk in grotesque fashion while Donna watches like a statue.

Duncan slaps Steve across the back of the head with careless intent. “WHAT THA FUCK BRO!” he cries loudly.

As his vomit ridden lips tremble, he raised a shaking hand towards Donna.

The Vail Is Not The Veil

The door explodes open and David storms in like a wild animal, while Carl calmly sits at his desk and smiles softly.

“Please David, there is no need to be violen…”

“HOW FUCKING LONG!” he screams with an immeasurable rage, slamming a fist into the table.

“Please David, I…”

“STOP LYING TO ME, AND JUST TELL ME HOW FUCKING LONG I’VE BEEN IN THIS PLACE!”

They stare at each other for several moments before Carl lets out an exhausted sigh and sits back in his seat. “You’ve been here seventeen years,” he says softly.

David’s eyes widen and he stares with an almost vacant gaze at Carl for several moments as his lips tremble. “S-S-Seventeen f-fucking YEARS!” he stammers, slowly elevating into a roar.

Carl put his hands up into the air and frowns. “Please David, anger will get us nowhere, what we need to do now is help disconnect you from this reality you’ve cre…”

“ME!” David roars ferociously. “I NEVER CREATED ANYTHING, YOU! YOU CREATED THIS, THIS PLACE!” he screams waving his arms around in dramatic fashion. “ALL I EVER DID WAS BE DECEIVED BY THOSE I THOUGHT I COULD TRUST!”

“Please David, you can trust me, for I a….”

“STOP LYING TO ME!” he bellows. “STOP LYING AND JUST TELL ME THE TRUTH…” his words find themselves stuck in his throat as the world around him dissolves away.  

A Choice Unlike Any Other 

“I said there was more to this story, but you instead decided to ignore the infidelities of those who came before you and toss me to the side with the everyday garbage. Now you stand her begging me in my new kingdom for assistance. Now you come to the place my feeble frame ended up, seeking my wisdom.” he snarls, baring his rotten teeth proudly. “I ask you to pay penance. I ask you to give the gatekeeper his payment. I ask for blood.”

“I-I-I, I can’t g-give you what I no longer have,” Rheat stammers.

“I’m not asking for your blood fool, I can see your veins are tainted with the seed of technology and long past flowers.” he spits with a wicked grin. “I want you to go out into the world you’ve claimed as you own and bring me back gallons of the finest red velvet you have ever drained from those you love, and then I will tell you how my story ends, and in that you will then know how to win.”

“B-B-But those you ask me to sacrifice, a-are the ones I WANT to save.” he scores with trembling lips.

Rheat smiles broadly once more. “Then you must decide, will it be them, or you?”

The Book Club 

The book slams shut.

For several long minutes the room sits in silence, all wide terrified eyes lay transfixed upon Cheryl. She drawers the ticking minutes in her stride, as she menacingly looks around the room, locking eye contact with each one of them. She then let’s out a carefree laugh, causing some of them to jump in their seats with fright, which in turn causes her laughter to shift in octave. With a devilish look painted across her face she closes the book that sits open on her lap and tosses it to the ground with dramatic flair. The slap of the book’s canvas on the tiled floor echoes through the makeshift classroom that crashes over them like a wave, sending them into a further panic.

“ENOUGH!” she screams as she thrusts herself to her feet and brings the room to a silent standstill once more. Staring towards them as a matador would their bull, smug and full of bravado. It’s then that a gentle sobbing breaks the silence, causing her face to twist violently as she casts an unrestrained look of aggression across the room. When she eventually spies the owner of the cries she moves like a ridiculously animated cartoon character, stopping before the weeping child.

“SILENCE!” she bellows, her flame laced words burn the child like a toaster would bread.

Further Underground 

YOU SAID IT WOULD BE EASY!” Sydney screams as she grips Bradley tightly by the arm and shakes him back and forth with vigorous intent, only for him slap the palm of his hand against her face and push her away.

“I NEVER said it would be easy, I said the money would be easy score afterwards, everything else required the plan to be followed without deviation,” he says as he looks up at the floorboard above him, then twists his head down and to the left in dramatic fashion, bringing his gaze back upon Jole’s silent form. “And this right here, THIS is a good-damn deviation.” he grunts menacingly.

“HE’S NOT PAWN PIECE IN A GAME OF CHESS YOU’VE LOST, HE WAS OUR GOD-DAMN FRIEND!” she spews venomously at him, as she throws her arm around like a showcase model from The Price Is Right, on cocaine.

“And we’ll mourn his death after we get out of this mess, OKAY!” he hisses through clenched teeth.

“And HOW the hell are we going to do that? Those things are everywhere up there, so that’s not an option, and you can’t dig down because we’re sitting over a river bed, water will just flood through and bury us below the earth in this god forsaken basement sealing it up like a burial tomb.”

Surprise Day

Fitz stares at Luka with focused intent, then with a sharp stroke of his hair lets out a stuttered breath. “I-I-I, I never said t-those words, n-not l-like that, and n-not with t-that i-intent.”

Luka rolls his head across his shoulders as hisses with some sort of twisted satisfaction. “Then what did you intent to convey with the atrocities you inflicted upon the business my great-great grandfather built from NOTHING!” he screams as he slams a fist onto the glass table top, sending a cascading crack towards him.

Fitz’s eyes widen with terror as the crack breaks through the table tops edge and a piece of glass lads roughly on his lap. He looks up into Luka’s smiling face as a sea of sweat pours down his brow.

“P-P-Please I-I-I,” he swallows a desperate mouthful of air before clearing his throat and squinting like a blind man towards Luka. “I never meant to disrespect a-anything yo-you’ve done.”

“Then what did you mean to do?” Luka asks with a blank expression upon his face as he flicks a toothpick around in his mouth.

“I meant to kill you,” he says as a demented smile writes itself across his face, as he stares up into Luka’s eyes as they are engulfed by his furrowed brow.

Shades Of Another Page

Edward uneasily swallows the saliva that had gradually started to pool in the back of his throat. His eyes stare upward, following the lights journey as it touches each number one after the other, slowly growing closer to his.

The sweat beads on his forehead, as his grip tightens on the handle of the briefcase that he holds numbingly in his hand.

The doorway before him vibrates from somewhere beyond the other side, followed seconds later by his number glowing brightly.

He lets out a stuttered sigh of relief as the doors open, only to suck it back in as he stares into his own eyes.

For several long moments they silently stare at each other, until the elevator once again signals its intent, and begins closing its doors. From inside its carriage Edward places a hand on the door, and it reopens.

“We can’t miss this one. Time is of the essence, now more than ever.”

“Bu-But the fabric of time ha…”

“The fabric of time may be wounded by the sharp blade of man, but it never stops, it always continues forward.”

“C-Can we?”

“Can we what?”

“Can we stand in there, together?”

He smiles, “We already are in here together.” he says as they both stand inside the elevator, staring out into the now empty hallway.

Retread The Path

“That’s not mine,” Peter says desperately as he looks around the room in abject horror, pointing nervously towards the bloody knife that Ramon holds on display.

“Then why we’re you holding onto it so tightly when you were discovered in your hidey-hole?”

“B-Because I was FUCKING scared man, a-a-and I needed to defend myself.”

“From who?” Ramon asks with eyebrows raised and eyes wide.

Peter looks around the room once more and loosens his collar, while a sea of sweat cascade down over him. “S-S-Sinatra, t-the dirty b-bastard wanted m-me dead, b-but I wasn’t g-gonna go quietly, n-not while I had s-some fight l-left in me.”

“Is that how Deborah ended up on the wrong end of the knifes blade?”

“I-I-I, I didn’t see her until it w-was too l-late, s-s-she wasn’t s-supposed t-to be there. I-I, I told her to r-run, and t-to keep o-on running u-until sh-she couldn’t run anymore. I-I, I told her to run,” he says as he looks up at Ramon while tears spill from his eyes.”I-I, I never meant to hurt her, I-I thought she was g-gone.”

The Rifle Range

Severn stumbles forward as a blast tears into his stomach, ripping a bloody hole through his body, as he drops to his knees his eyes roll up into the back of his head. A second shot removes that from his shoulders and his decapitated lifeless remains drops to the dry earth below him.

“Frekken piece of shit!” Forman grunts as his spits a wad a saliva into the sea of red that grows from Severn’s already decomposing corpse. He turns to Jacob with a quickly disappearing smile as he stares down the barrel of a gun. “W-W-What the h-hell man!”

“You brought that so called piece of shit here to my HOME, and someone has to answer for that mistake! The passage of ownership stops at you, so you must answer the call.”

“B-B-But, but I, I didn’t even kno-know HIM until last FUCKING week! HE WAS YOUR MATE!” he screams desperately.

Jacob tightens up his left eye and snaps his lips together while slapping his tongue tightly against the inside of his cheek which causes a clicking sound to escape from his mouth. “Nah, I don’t think that’s correct!” he says matter-of-factly, as he tightens his finger around the revolvers trigger.

A Lot Of Names

“You deceitful son-of-a-bitch!” Harris snarls through bloody lips while Sammy smiles wryly with a glimmer of something wondrous sparkling in his eyes.

“You’re just jealous because I got in before you did!” he scoffs. “Had you had big enough balls, you could’ve be the one standing here gloating while I sat in my own shit and spits growing jelly like you are now!”

“I-I-It’s not my piss.”

“But it’s your shit right, or are you sitting in someone else shit too?” Sammy cackles loudly.

“Screw YOU Sam! Screw you and the HORSE you rode in on as well!”

Sammy squeezes his brow down tightly and puckers his lips up then looks around the room in bewilderment before bringing his gaze back to Harris. “You taking crack Harris?”

“W-W-What?”

“You know what I’m talking about man. You on the blow, coke, dust! The white rock that makes all your wrongs seem right. You can tell me, and I promise not to judge.”

“N-N-NO!” Harris cries loudly as his face screws up with utter confusion. “WHAT THE HELL MAKES YOU THINK THAT!”

“The horse comment for starters, but that’s not even the first time I’ve considered the prospect of you taking a dive in some of that vicious nose candy.”

“Y-Y-Your c-crazy! Y-Y-You’re the on-one on the drugs.”

Sammy’s smile broadens as his iris open like doorways. “Tell me something I don’t know.”