the game

Terrence

The next level is a week away and everyone feels it. It's in the air like a perfume, heavy and disparaging. Students can be found in any of the training room or fighting in the dorms. Everyone is splayed on couches studying materials for upcoming tests. Every night the tension grows like an infection. There have been conversations about Tigris and Kassie. There is a running argument about which one deserves to be boss. From everything that the others can see, Tigris is the obvious answer. This makes my fists subconsciously clench. Unless she starts interacting with the others, she will never make up the gap, and she will never reach her goal. The thought makes me uncomfortable. If Tigris is the other option, but then she isn't the only option. There is another option in the mix. Katie. But this thought does not make me feel better. Kassie has always been the one that is pure. Kassie is the one that has the heart of an angel. People won't be at war with her. There's no way that Katie can bring Alasia that?

But I push the thoughts out of my periphery. There are other things to be concerned about. How am I going find the one that did it? That murdered my father? And more importantly how can I kill them? The thoughts are rancid like rotten meat but they stick like sugar to my eardrums and leak into my veins. There is this veracious hunger to burn them. Hurt them. Make them feel my pain. And that's what's kept me going. The one thing that nothing else can help. Resentment. Hard boiled hatred. Putrid resistance to a sense of love. It's eating me alive but I don't care. I need to avenge my father, more than anything else in this universe. That is what I was made to do. They are fully allowed to kill me afterwards too. I don't care. Just let me take my enemy's soul and rip it in two.