The Deal Of Playing God

Chapter 4

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Standing by the gate gripping a large stick, is a girl. She looks to be my age, with hair that makes her look more mature.

Rachael's hand quivered as she pulled a long strand if hair that was plastered to her sweaty forehead. She was more nervous then she had ever been.

Mckenzie stood strong, trying to hold her head high and act careless. She was the first to step forward.

"Now, this is going to be fast, if that's what you want, but, if you attempt to hit us with that," she gestures to the stick in the girls hand. "then we will make this extra painful." Mckenzie looks to me for confirmation. I nod.

"She's right. We don't like doing this but it's what He intended."

Rachael nods but looks even more scared than the girl. Tears are welling up in her eyes and she looks like she's in pain.

"I'm not going down without a fight." the girl says boldly. She even steps toward us with the branch raised above her head.

I jet to her and fling her to the ground - but not before she strikes me in the head. I let out a cry of pain and rip the branch from her hands.

Mckenzie runs to me to help, but Rachael remains frozen. I know she's in shock, but she needs to do something.

"Rachael, take the stick and get rid of it!" I scream at her.

The girl lashes out for it, but it's already gone. I take out my pocket knife while Mckenzie is fumbling to keep her down.

It only takes one jab into the heart to silence her. It's the blood that scares the other girls. The body lays still, and quiet as I wipe off my knife on the grass.

Rachael is pretty much screaming her cries, and Mckenzie is working hard to comfort her. Death is not something that you see everyday - well, that is, unless you're me.

I usher the two back into the house and let them retreat to their own rooms. I'm the only one who doesn't immediately part.

The first place I go to is the back window. I watch as He gathers up the body and hauls it off to the body shed. That's where I see something completely new to me.

It must be the smell that changes him. He goes from the cold, hard expression, to a soft, sad one.

He shakes his head and gently puts down the girl. Then he shakes his head and locks the door. When he looks up, he sees me.

I duck down and bolt to me room. What would he do? He looked so angry when he saw me. Does he know I watched the whole thing?

I realize that if he's angry, I should head to the washroom. It is, in fact, the only room in this house that locks, other than his.

I hid in there for awhile, before sleep overpowered me and forced me into the world of my thoughts.

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In front of me sat a lake. It was crystal clear, and I could see the moon clearly glistening on the opposite side of the water.

I was sitting at the edge of the water. I looked down to meet the eyes of a glassy, sad looking girl. It was my reflection.

My eyes had changed over the years. I seemed slot older than I really was. My skinny cheeks had been replaced with full, luscious ones. Even my long, black hair had changed drastically.

Then, my reflection changed. I was covered in blood and smeared with mud. In my hand, was my pocket knife.

Angry with myself, I slammed my hand into the water. My reflection became muddled in the ripples of the water. I turned to walk away, when I heard it.