Play With Me

Lose a Turn

   Enoch is traveling around the entire world now. Moscow, Dubai, Haiti, Greece, Madagascar, Tokyo, Zimbabwe, Paris, and any other place I could even imagine. He even saved some damn teenager that trespassed in fucking Chernobyl. Who the hell trespasses into some death trap like Chernobyl?!

   I don't even like going there! But that's only because a lot of the angry and annoying spirits of victims that suffered in the accident of Chernobyl still hang around. These spirits differ from Enoch though.

   These spirits have already let go; it's just that wherever they go after me has allowed these spirits to still roam the world of the afterlife.

   Those kinds of spirits avoid me, which I'm thankful for.

   I'm in Rio right now. I was just in Baghdad yesterday. I was hoping to see this man's death carry through, but Enoch's damn spirit stopped it from happening again! I can't take this anymore!

   Enoch will either have to let go and leave, or he will have to kill me. Because I will not stop or rest or even think of anything else besides to simple words: stop Enoch.

   But wherever I go, it seems that Enoch is one step ahead of me. If I'm there, he's there. It's almost like he's...

   "Following you? If that's what you were going to think, then yes, you're right."

   This bastard, I think to myself as I turn around and see Enoch leaning against a tall and thick tree surrounded by long blades of green grass and various flowers.

   "What do you-" My voice cuts off as i cough a couple times. Enoch laughs at me amused. "What do you want?"

   "Nothing."

   "Then why are you here?"

   "I'm just enjoying the sight of seeing you suffer. That's all. How does it feel to be on the other side, Death?"

   "What do you mean?" I ask anxiously, finishing off my question with more coughs.

   "I get to watch you die now. You watched me die, now it's my turn. This little game you've forced us all into is going to stab you in the back really soon." Enoch grins at me and looks around the forest that surrounds us.

   "I'd like to see you try to win at this," I reply to him, following his eyes. His eyes stop looking around and snap back to me.

   "Oh, but I already have! That's what's so fun about this game. You're so focused on not letting me win that you haven't been paying attention to the entire game!"

   "Of course I've been paying attention to the whole game! It's my game. Why wouldn't I be paying attention?"

   "Because I have taken control over it," Enoch utters.

   "That's a damn lie! I still rule this game, I'll show you. Watch!" I exclaim as I take myself to a sidewalk in Rio near a big beach full of happy humans and laughing voices.

   Full of opportunities.

   I reach into the nearest person and stick my hand inside their stomach. It's a woman.

   Jill Hicks, thirty-one years old. She is to die of AIDS in seven years and thirteen days from now. But as of this moment I want to give her chronic stomach ulcers, just so I can show Enoch who he's messing with.

   Jill pauses as I enter my hand into her. I expect her to fall to the ground and start groaning in pain, but she doesn't do anything close to that.