The Game

Twenty Two - Pool of Blood

“What makes you think he will trust me anyway?” Derek gave a skeptical look at Nate.

“He won't, yes.” Nate agreed “Not at first. He will possibly test you. They always do.”

“Who?” Derek asked.

“The bad guys.” Nate answered.

“He isn't bad. ..wasn't bad. I knew him.” Derek paused. “I knew him before all this. I didn't even remember until.. Until he told us about his father. But, I knew him. We were at the same class, before all this. In Elementary School. I remember when his mother died. We were, sort of, friends. I guess. And, I think, that's why he gave me the offer to join him.”

“It's my dad's fault. This whole, FUCKING, thing is my dad's fault!” Nate's sudden outburst caused Derek to jump on the spot.

“Fine.” he said eventually. “I'll do it.'

When Leyla went back in to the main room she saw Mae all alone next to a bucket, trying to clean the pool of blood left from the twin with a rag. She walked up to her and sat down next to her.

“Need help?” she asked.

Mae nodded, smiling slightly. She reached in to the bucket filled with bloodied water and pulled out another rag. “I don't even think this is even real blood.”

“For me it is.” Leyla said, taking the rag.

“How does it feel?” she asked, turning to Leyla. “I mean, knowing that, you are just... You know? Because, you know that you are a computer program. I mean, you know your creator, you know what you were created for. Isn't it scary?”

Leyla shrugged “It's...” she laughed sadly. “I can't explain how it feels. But... I suppose it is, yes. Knowing that, one button can shut down your whole world, kill everyone you know, delete your past, reset you and you have nothing to do about it.” she placed her rag on the pool of blood that was still warm. “Would you want to know?”

“No... I wouldn't.” Mae looked down. “I'm sorry for what my father did. You must hate him, huh?”

“I don't actually, no.” Leyla smiled, taking the blood soaked rag and squeezing it in to the bucket then placing it back on the pool. “If it wasn't for him, I wouldn't be here at all. I wouldn't meet Derek.”

She saw Mae smile at the corner of her eye. She smiled back.

Claire knocked the door three times before Rose yelled from behind it.

“GO AWAY!”

“Rose... It's me..” Claire said.

“I DON'T CARE!”

“Pl... Please let me in.” It hurt Claire to see Rose like that. She seemed always so strong. And now, there was nothing left of that Rose. Her voice sounded weak and dead.

“What do you want?” Rose asked opening the door.

“I'm Clair-”

“What do you want?' Rose asked again.

Claire wiped her red puffy eyes “What... You want...” she managed to say.

Rose raised an eyebrow curiously.

“..Revenge.”

Rose backed away from the door and motioned her to come inside.

“Come on, Rose. Just let me-” The door swung open revealing an empty bedroom. Claire stepped inside and the door slammed behind her. She turned around and saw Rose, her hair covering her face.

“...I killed him...” Rose said, walking to her bed.

“He was going to kill you before, back out-”

“I know, but... He didn't, and I did.” Rose lay down, facing the wall. She curled up in to a ball. “There was only one person I wanted to kill in that room.”

“I know...” Claire lay down next to her.

“I hate him.”

“I hate him.” Claire repeated again and again, lying down on the sofa, crying “He killed my sister.”

“Technically she is, still alive.” Rose commented. “...for now. And I do believe my bastard half-sister also had a part in this?”

Claire nodded “And her friend-”

“Jessica, yes.” Rose completed for her. “What are you planning?”

Claire shrugged “I want them dead. All three of them.”

Rose smiled slightly “Killing them won't bring her back.”

“He was lying.” Claire said. “I don't think Robert had anything to do with his death. I mean... Come on, can you really believe that bastard? How do you think he knows that many stuff? He made them up.”

Rose didn't answer.

“He was just trying to turn us against each other.”

“I hate him.” Rose whispered. “I hate him..”

“What now Rose? Are you just going to lie down there and cry? Life goes on.”

“That sounds familiar..” Rose said, sounding amused “Did you just-”

“Yeah.. That's what you told me when-”

“When you first came to me, plotting Revenge.” Rose turned to the other side and looked at Claire.

Claire nodded, realizing that her cheeks weren't the only ones that didn't lack tears. But she offered her a supportive smile anyway, as Rose had given one to her, when it was her that was in Rose's place. They didn't come out of the room, but they didn't speak either. They just. lay down, and waited.

AN:

Well, howdy?

It's been a while since I've written anything. o_o

Well, here it is.

After a long hiatus.

A long depressed state.

A long state where I just didn't want to write because no one was reading this. (Except the two-three people)

And well, I wrote it for them anyway.

Thanks though.

If you have read this chapter.

I love you.

Please leave a comment, it's really appreciated.

Anyway.

Love you.

Iamfromwinterfell, out.