Wolves of Entertainment

10:00 p.m.

My brother coughed, and I felt his warm blood spray on my forehead. I looked up and saw him hunched and towering over me. I could barely feel any breathing coming from him. I checked to see where my strike landed, and saw it pierced deeply into his chest. My hand trembled as I removed the knife, and Daniel dropped to his knees. I caught him as he fell forward.

"Damn it, Daniel!" I cried out, turning him over to have him face up. I didn't know what happened, but something changed, something clicked in his head right before his last attack. "Why'd you let me do this!? I didn't want to do this. I didn't want to..."

"I didn't want to either. Don't tell mom," he stuttered. He chuckled as I started to uncontrollably sob. "Promise me...you'll live."

"Yeah, yeah," I said in between my sobs. "I promise. I promise."

"Good. I guess that...this is...a way out, too."

"I'm sorry, Daniel. I'm so sorry, I'm sorry."

"Shouldn't I be the one apologizing?" he told me weakly. "But I don't want you to feel guilty, so it's fine. I...forgive you. "

"Don't leave me. Please, don't leave me," I pleaded, but he didn't say anything back. I hugged him tightly when I realized I no longer felt him breathing. My brother, who has always been there ever since I was born, was gone. In the very end, he still was. There was never a day that I didn't talk to him or see him, and now, just like that, he was gone. All those years we spent together, all those times, and he was taken away in less than a day. And he died at my hands.

I cautiously placed him on the floor and closed his eyes. I picked up the suit jacket to put it on top of him, but stopped when a quick thought crossed my mind. Whose jacket was this?

Just then, the lights clicked on. The sudden brightness blinded me, which caused me to look down and shield my eyes. "You did it," I heard a familiar voice say behind me. "You actually did it. You killed your own brother." I quickly turned around and, after my eyes have adjusted, saw Brian standing at the doorway. He was shaking his head as tears fell from his eyes. I got up defensively.

"What the hell is this, Brian?" I asked him after wiping my tears.

"I'm crying. Isn't that obvious?"

"If you've still got energy to make jokes then fucking answer me seriously."

Brian scoffed. "This is a revelation. For you," he pointed at me. "The least I could do is tell you why everything happened."

"Oh, I thank you for the generosity," I said sarcastically. "I've got the weapon, and now I've got some questions for you. How'd you get out of the room?" I asked, "I thought it was locked?" He wiped his tears before speaking.

"Well, it was. Until the horn sounded, at least." Brian took a step forward and lifted his arms to his side. "The horn that indicated that the wolves were free to roam."

"So you're a wolf."

He smiled. "I thought you figured that out already. Or maybe my last performance was too...convincing? Yeah, I was a wolf for this game, and I still am."

"You're behind this whole thing then? Why would you-"

"No, no," he interrupted. "I'm not. Someone else did this."

"Then who?"

"I wish I knew. I only met him through the phone, and even then his voice was masked. Hell, he could be a she. All I know about him is that he's extremely rich, extremely powerful, and extremely bored with his life. So bored that he created this game so he wouldn't be. That's pretty much the only useful information I can give you about the identity of our game master," he explained. "He gave us rules to follow, gave us things to do to make things more interesting."