"What do you want, Hank?" Elizabeth confronted me at the front of the demolition room. Her eyes had heavy bags, and her body looked frail and exhausted. But she still stayed strong despite her worsening condition.
"Matt has been giving you food, right?" I asked.
"Despite my wishes, yes." She glared down at the floor. She isn't eating then... Guess she is a nice person.
"Prolonging the food supply will do nothing, you know." I reasoned.
"I'm well aware." She crossed her arms.
"Then why do you refuse to eat?" I questioned.
"Because I know I'll survive with or without food. I've lasted a while without it before. Besides, if I gorge myself, I might become a target." Elizabeth reasoned.
"If you say so." I sat down on the cushioned floor beneath.
"What are you doing?" Elizabeth asked.
"What does it look like? I'm trying to have a conversation with you." I sighed. I've got nothing else to do...
"Why don't you try and look for clues instead, detective." She leaned up against the door to the demolition room.
"Eh? You still think there might be something useful around here?" I mocked.
"I would like to believe so. Even if there isn't, it would still put people at ease if you at least tried." Elizabeth scoffed.
"I'll conserve my energy for the body investigation," I yawned.
"You're a dick," Elizabeth looked away.
"So I've been told. Also, isn't it dangerous standing here alone all the time? You might become a target off of convenience." I pointed out.
"I know that, but I would rather not investigate a blown-up body. Personal preference." Elizabeth clicked her tongue.
"Fair enough," I replied as I stared up at the curtains above.
"I've been curious. What was your life like after the incident?" I asked.
"You mean after The Machina killed my family and you told me to run?" Elizabeth raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah, that." I looked into her glaring eyes.
"Why do you wanna know? Feeling guilty?" Elizabeth countered.
"Why would I? I didn't cause the fire." I scoffed.
"Sure, but you are the one who told me about The Machina," She replied.
"Only because you wanted to know," I shot back.
"Right, blame the child. I was only twelve." She squinted her eyes.
"Do you think you would have been happy without knowing who killed your family?" I asked. She took a few seconds to think.
"I could've managed," She replied. I sighed.
"Do you want me to say sorry?" I glanced away.
"No, not really. I just wanted you to feel bad about it." She smirked
"And to answer your question, my life was a living hell for a kid to go through." She continued.
"Is that so? It must've been rough. Got any stories?" I asked.
"Of course I do, but I don't understand why you care." Elizabeth countered.
"I don't necessarily care, but hey, we might be dead soon. We might as well entertain ourselves." I shrugged. She chuckled a bit at the comment.
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Kings Gambit
Mistério / SuspenseA chessboard. A simple table consisting of sixty-four black and white tiles, a seemingly basic structure. Played on this board is a game called Chess, a war of brains, a battle of logic. Two sides face off, and only one prevails. Kings, Queens, Bish...
