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Chapter ??? - Theories

Chapter ??? - Theories

I kept staring at the man. I felt sick. Why... Why does this keep happening to me? Why me? Why is my Pa dead on the floor? Why is it me who is standing in this pile of his blood? Why can I hear the liquid dripping off his intestines, strung from the ceiling lamp? Why? Why? Why?

"Your Pa?" Derren's eyes widened and he stared at the corpse in shock. "This guy is your dad?"

"Y-Yeah..." I choked out. No, this man is not my Pa. My Pa is safe at home. He's safe at home. Not dead. No intestines from the lamp, no blood, no spiders webs filling every orifice. "No... He's not..."

"Huh? Is he or isn't he?" Chris said, his voice still cold. He crossed his arms and looked at me with suspecting eyes.

"He can't be... That's impossible, right?" I murmured. "It's impossible... Just a coincidence..."

"Kieran, you don't look too good." Derren treaded carefully over the pieces of organs and bloodied flesh to reach me. "Let's get out of this room, okay...?"

But I couldn't move. That's my Pa. That's my Pa. He's dead. He's dead and I'm standing in his blood. What's Mama going to do now?

"

Kieran?"

I looked at Derren. Straight into his eyes. They looked warm and friendly. Determined. Brown. With a slightly red tone.

"Shall we go outside and get some air?" He asked. He fiddled with his shark tooth necklace and chewed his lip. I simply nodded. I felt like I could cry.

Without another word he took my arm and led me outside into the cool night air. He sat on the step outside and pulled me down to sit beside him.

"Just a coincidence..." I whispered to myself. It was harder to believe now. It's easier to forget a photo than to forget your dead Pa laying on the floor. The stench of death was unbearable in there, and it was more sickening to link it to my kind and intelligent Papa. The one who loved myself and my Mama unconditionally, and hated when he went away for his military work. The one who taught me how to work out the nine times table with my fingers. The one who got me Lacey, tied my shoes for me and burnt every meal he tried to make.

I wrapped my arms around my stomach as tightly as they would go. "This is very weird. To be honest I don't think it is a coincidence. There's a person who looks like you, going around and throwing people in this game, making enemies for you. Then someone who looks exactly like your dad is in here, but he hasn't-"

"Please... Just... Stop..." I said, biting my trembling lip. I don't want to hear it. That man isn't my Pa. That man is just the father of my doppelganger. Nothing more, nothing less. Perhaps the maker of this game was a friend of my Pa's. An old friend. Yes, that would explain things.

Maybe they were best friends through school, they parted ways but they were still best buddies. When my Pa had me he'd send pictures of me and my mother to him all the time, and in return the creator would send pictures of his family. Maybe the creator disliked my Mama and that's why the woman in the picture doesn't look like her. Maybe Pa and the creator lived too far away to visit each other, but still kept in touch, until after a while they drifted apart, but he still left Pa and I in the game as a tribute.