Devils Game

Chapter Thirteen | Siblings

"Your not making any sense, just, just slow down." I stammer at Connor.

"Theres no time to slow down! I, theres... theres so much I have to say! Everything, all this, its-its crazy!" He yells, walking back and forth.

"Well it doesn't take a genius to figure that much, just... what did you mean by you were here? All these years?" I say, recalling back to what he told me.

"Ive been here. Waiting, for you. He, he, locked me in here. For those, what, two years? Three? I don't know... its been so long since Ive seen your face... Or any face for that matter." He says, slowing his breathing down and examining me. "My little sister, your all... your all grown up," he says tearing, "look how much you've grown... your so tall and pretty. Your all grown up, and I missed it. I missed it." he says, wiping away the tears at how sad he realized what he was saying was.

I missed him too; more than anything. Not knowing what to say, I wrap my arms around his back and let his face bury into my neck, letting his cold tears hit and soak my shirt. I hear whimpering from him, and immediately rub his back unsure of how to comfort him.

A few minutes go by and were still in the same position, as if we weren't in a maze anymore. We were together, just us. Nothing else, and we stood there embracing each other to make sure we weren't dreaming that we had one another. He was real. I was real. We were together. This was real.

"I know. I missed you. God, how you've changed." And it was true, at first I didn't even recognize him.

Before he was taken, he had dirty blonde hair, and almond skin that went perfectly with his honey highlights. His dark brown eyebrows contrasted perfectly with his brown eyes and eyelashes. His eyelashes were so thick it made his eyes pop; it was the first thing you saw when you looked at him. That, and his freckles that coated his skin like the stars in the sky. We looked a like, but different enough that people would mistake us for a couple. Awkward.

But now instead of the handsome, rugged boy that he once was, was replaced by a run-down, tired looking man. He lost a lot of weight, all of his muscles that would be seen through his football jersey were no longer there and replaced by a scrawny boy. His eyes no longer had the burning file that brought any girl swooning, and now has a sad and pained look in them. His hair, more brown than I remember it being, smacked down onto his forehead from all the sweat that has collected. And lastly, the stubble on his chin and jawline that covered most of it like a furnished forest.

He was so different, but still, I had the same feeling that I did all those years ago when I was with him. I felt at home. Even in a place like this. In a hell like this.

"We need to find somewhere safe," he says taking my hand,"I know how to get out. Just follow me, and I'll explain everything."

He leads us skillfully through the maze, knowing every way to turn at every corner. Confused, but more scared to be here than to not follow him, I grip onto his hand for dear life and let him lead me left and right between the halls.

Ten minutes of running, and no signs of metallic creatures, we finally make it to the end of the maze and see a metal door at the end of one hall. We look at each other and dash for the door, hoping that nothing is behind us. 

Connor flings the door open and we crash inside the room; falling to the floor trying to catch our breaths.

We take a while laying on the floor, just letting the dust float around the rooms as if it calms our minds. All we hear is each others heavy breathing, and we look at each other and laugh a little. Even though, nothing in particular is funny.

"So, tell me." I say, sitting up.

"Where do I start..." he says sighing to himself.

"That night. When you... left?" I asked more of a question towards him than what happened

"I didn't leave. I was taken, Abb's. One minute I was heading home in the taxi, next thing I know theres a cloth of chlorophyl in my face and Im passed out. Then Im here. And I stayed here, passed all this. Everything you've been through Ive been through. With people you don't know. I never mentioned them to you, I don't exactly know why. I guess it was my stupid ego. But that doesn't matter now because they're dead. I won. And I didn't kill him. I never saw him; not like he promised. Theres so much I need to tell you but theres not a lot of time. Not much that we have left."

"What do you mean that we have left?" I ask worriedly.

"The next game starts in about five minutes. In the next game... I die."