Devils Game

Chapter Ten | Intelligence Really does beat all

He left within a flash, the moment our lips parted he was out the door behind me, before I could even yell to say goodbye. He was too fast for me, and he slipped from under my fingertips. I had him. He was here, with me. We were safe. Although not for long, Ashton had a point... I knew that we wouldn't be able to stay together for much longer, but I had hoped that it would be peacefully. Not him running out, after a tender display of affection. Talk about a one night stand. I had him, only for a moment but for that moment I felt safe, in his arms.

I wont be able to see him for who knows how long, even if I ever get to see him again. But I knew that I had to move on, towards the next game. That was how the game was played after all, how you beat it. I hoped that I would see him again, knowing that seeing his face again would keep me going. And with a hopeful heart, I opened the next door to enter the next game and hoped that it would at least be more bearable than the others.

I was wrongfully misplacing my hope. As soon as I stepped pass the cold metal door I was unwelcome with an eery feeling, sending shivers up my spine and making goosebumps flash across my arms and legs. I looked around the room, there were three chairs placed in a triangle shape, each facing each other. Um.. okay?  What am I supposed to do?

"Welcome, to the next game. In front of you, you see three chairs. Two of them mean death, and one of them means you live to enter another game! Happy choosing!" What? Just like that I'm supposed to choose a chair that will let me live?

Nervous, and knowing I had a certain amount of short time to decide where to sit I walk around the chairs, scanning underneath the chairs and on the ceiling, looking for some indication that screams "death!" but turn up empty handed. None. No bumps in the ground, no cracks in the ceiling, nothing. Everything looked like it was perfect.

Running out of time to choose I begin to panic, my  breathing becomes sharp and I don't know what to do. So, knowing I wont choose a chair any time soon I make a pros and cons list in my mind. Pros: I choose the correct chair and I make it out alive. Cons: I choose the wrong chair and I die. Right there, who knows how I die, but I do.

I walk around the triangular placed chairs again, thinking how I should choose. "One minute." The voice maniacally booms around the cement walls. I don't know what to do here, theres no right way of choosing, no statistically smart way of doing this.

And then my mind wonders back to elementary school, where we had to choose a triangle made of different paper, all different colors and vibrant with life. I remember making a word on all sides of them, "Intelligence" "Beauty" & "Popularity" and you would have to choose one side, but go without the others for the rest of your life. I chose intelligence, on the top of the triangle, the angle that is left alone. And maybe thats what I'm supposed to do here, this voice must know a lot about me, about my past, its no coincidence that he put the chairs in a triangle, he dug up my past and put them like this to taunt me, to get me to remember.

Knowing my answer, I walk to the single chair alone and walk around it. An anxious feeling dragging my shoulders to the floor, I take a deep breath and slowly begin to sit on the chair. Almost passing out from the anticipation I let my weight collapse onto the chair, letting out deep sharp breaths as the two chairs in front of me get sucked into the floor, a chainsaw sound coming from beneath the stone floors.

Shocked at how I defeated this game, I take a moment and let my breathing slow down, and take the time to wipe the balls of sweat on my forehead off and onto my clothe. I did it. I beat the game. I outsmarted him. I guess intelligence really does beat the other two.

"Very well done, intelligence really did indeed do you some good, in fact I think it just saved your life. On to the next game, shall we?" The voice booms around the still room.

Nodding, like he can see me I get up from my chair and walk to the door at the other end of the room, opposite of the one that I came in from. One more game down, who knows how many to go.

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Sorry for the short update but Im having a bit of writers block but anyways this was the best I could do and Im proud of it! If you have any suggestions for the next game please leave a comment, and dont forget to vote for this story!

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