Game Over

Bodies littered the ground of the old green house. What was once a thriving home to so many runaways was now destroyed. There was blood everywhere.

Crates were stacked upon each other, giving the rats that were hiding a birds eye view of their next meal. If the stench of dead corpses wasn’t enough to drive their scenes mad, the sight of raw meat was. The once lavish green house had been turned into a slaughter house.

There were still a few runaways alive, hiding up in the rafters. Their breathing was fast and rugged, and their hair stuck to their faces from sweat. Fear in their eyes was evident, yet they remained quiet. Hoping, praying that the assassins wouldn’t find them, hoping that they would just leave! So they could grieve over the loss of their friends, even family.

A blood curdling scream sounded out through the room, a young fell from the rafters clutching her chest. By the time she hit the ground, she was dead. Her blood mixing with the others. Gunshot resounded throughout the room. One by one, more victims fell to the ground.

Until once was left.

A teenage boy, about the age of four-teen, moved about the rafters swiftly, avoiding the bullets that were being shot towards his frail body. That’s when he saw her. A young woman in her early thirties, hiding behind one of the many crates. A sniper held in her hands. Their eyes met, her stone cold blue with his frightened brown.

An evil smile crossed her pale features and she shot. The boys eyes widened in horror, quickly he jumped, the bullet grazing his left shoulder. Her smile turned into that of a scowl, as she sent a rapid fire of bullets towards him.

The boy screamed in agony as a chunk of steaming metal embedded itself into his chest. Blood seeped though the wound, staining his white shirt into a dark crimson. The rafter was his only life line from falling, his breathing the only sound. He held onto the rafter as best he could thinking, knowing that this was the end.

His breathing became more shallow, his vision a blur. He focused his eyes on the girl the best he could. She was moving her ebony black hair out of her pale face, and she retook her aim. From there, it was all slow motion.

Her smile was more sinister than before, her finger was on the trigger. This was it, she pulled the trigger back slowly, until the bullet was sent loose. It came towards him as if it were moving through water. Aimed directly between his eyes…

“Game Over” flashed across the big screen TV as the characters body descended from the rafters, joining his fellow runaways. The kid at the controller stared at the screen in shock, his mouth slightly open. The sound of a girls laughter filled his ears.

“I told you that I was going to win. As for the bet, you owe me chocolate!”


“I-I can’t believe this…no girl…or guy for that matter has ever beaten me!”


“Awe, boo-hoo. Then I guess you can call me ‘Queen Bobbie, destroyer of King Brett,” she laughed. “Now, for my chocolate…”

“One more match, please,” Brett begged, his eyes full of hopefulness.

Bobbie smiled evilly, almost identical to the girl in the video game. “You’re dead.”

Brett smiled and restarted the game…the battle was on.




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