Story Of My Life

Chapter 15 - Checkmate

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I watch with an amused smile as they run around on my board. My fingers delicately swipe the priest, sending them tumbling in front of a rebel. In the end, after some moments, the rebel rolls off the board and joins the mountain of other pieces.

Laughing delightfully, I look towards my other boards. On one of them, a dark palace stands still on top of it, unmoving. I cannot touch that one. I want to be able to send my entire army onto the chess board, and wipe out the entire castle. But I cannot. Regretfully, I turn away from the board.

On another board sits a couple of houses on some black and white squares. People move from chess square to chess square, going about their daily lives. No. Nothing seems wrong here. No need to change anything. I turn away from that board as well.

And then I turn to the board that interests me the most. With yet another dark palace surrounded with sadness and grief, I see a chain linking itself to the chess board with the other dark castle.

Well well well. The time has come. I pull a sticky note and write the words: they are coming.

I gently stick the note onto a small person on my first chess board, and they immediately start to move. Left right up down, reaching the Royal Family. I laugh again as I see the Family ordering for armies to be assembled. Three more days, I think. Just three more days until I make my move on the chess board towards my opponent.

"The death of Valentine has shook him. He will perhaps not be able to fight back," I murmur, resting my head on my hands, and looking at the sad dark palace which I cannot touch.

Then, I search amongst my chess pieces that have been rolled off the board, and find one with a black cloak and a defiant expression on its face. I chuckle quietly. "Valentine, it's been a long time, don't you think? I'm going to meet your successor soon." I throw my head back and laugh.

I suppose what the world fails to understand is that every single villain has their own beginning. I had mine as well, but now I was a God in human words, and a Celestial in this world. I was above everyone and everything.

"Suppose I pop down to Earth and make an appearance? Not that much has happened after my daughter went missing..." I smile evilly. I know she is in this world. And that she holds a power in the top twenty rankings.

"Waters and Evergreen," I say in a slightly sing song voice. "Evergreen and Waters."

I tap the head of my pen lightly (does anyone get the Architect reference?) and a few pills pop up. I gulp them down without water and cough a few times before laying down my pen.

"Three more days," I mutter to myself, "three more days."

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"Three more days," I mutter to myself, "three more days."

I intently count the number of days on the calendar. Just three more days until I can avenge my teacher. My cheeks heat a little when I remember the way he used to make my heart flutter when I was little.

Now? I don't even know if my heart can flutter after all these years of isolation, planning, and grieving.

I look up blearily at the sky. It's still a light purple and pink hue. It's still early in the morning, I suppose.

I still remember the terrifying amount of bodies piled up next to the Authority, making up his grand throne. "Do you like it?" he had asked the both of us. "I made it out of broken chess pieces." I remember how he smiled wickedly, and how he had broken my teacher with just a lift of his damned finger.

How much do I want to kill him? I believe that it is out of the chart. I have been waiting all this time for my moment of revenge and justice. I am so close. So close to letting everything spill over just like the blood on the ground when my teacher had-

No. I am not going there. I am certain my teacher has joined the grotesque mountain of 'broken chess pieces', but I do not want to picture it.

Everything my teacher used to own had suddenly turned up at my palace. I had spent hours moving everything into a room and into the way he would've wanted it to be moved. The room now smells completely of him, masking my own scent so much it still lingers on me whenever I go to the room to find peace.

Today I hug his pillow and lay on his bed. I am so tired. So so so tired of all this thinking that has taken years off my life. I know that I don't have much more time left. Which is why I planned to leave after defeating the Authority. I wanted to join my teacher so much. I wanted to be able to tell him: "I completed our goal." And I wanted so much to see him smile in the way a predator would smile when they were pleased.

Please, I think, just let me see him one more time.

I want to spend my last moments with the person who had been the most parental like person ever.

Please. Just let me see him. I miss him so much. I miss the way he would get my body going. Now I don't even know if it's me who's controlling my body anymore, or just a monster stuck on vengeance. Because I do want vengeance, but I don't want that to be my only goal. I remember how he used to tell me that I was in control when I cried after having my magic explode out of me. I want to be able to feel that way again.

But I can't. It's been so long since I've heard those words I can't even make up the voice telling me it anymore.

Which is why I want to see him again.

So he can tell me...

He's proud of me

That I did my best

That I worked hard

That I can take a rest

That I controlled myself perfectly

If I want a hug.

Please.

This is my one wish.

Make it come true.

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