My Life as a Sim

Chapter 10

Author's Note

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"Boom! Headshot!" I hear one of the big men holding a gun shouting. He pumps his fist into the air in victory.

I whirl around as five men trudge past me, laughing deeply. I turn back to the Grim Reaper in horror.

"Pleaseee explain what is going on. Where are we and... why are we here?"

The Grim Reaper turns to me smiling all creepily.

"This," he says gesturing to the battlefield. "Is your new home." He then snaps his fingers and all of a sudden I am clad in heavy armour.

What the...?

"You needed a new look anyway," He says, winking. "Bye now!"

I reach out to his shimmering body. "No, wait-" But he's already gone.

The first thing I think is: Man, that guy is really enthusiatic about his work.

And then it hits me.

Great. I'm stranded in the middle of a battle-field.

I take a lazy stride forward, towards the big group of men. My stride is more of a heave. With all this heavy armour on me, I can barely walk two paces without being out of breath.

Looks like I'm not going anywhere anytime soon. Great. Just what I wanted.

Did you detect sarcasm in that statement? Good. You were supposed to.

"Hey! Um, Hello!" I shout, flapping my arms into the air. No reply.

Seriously?

"Hellooo!!!??" I scream at the top of my lungs, now jumping up and down.

One of the men turns to look at me, removing the protective mask from his face. "Hey there, princess. Why don't you come join us?"

I stare dumbfounded at him. Me, walk all the way over there? I let out a small sigh and trudge towards the group of men. The man without his mask gives me a lop sided smile. "What's a girl like you doing in a game of Call Of Duty eh?" Call of...what?

"I'd like to know the answer to that myself actually." I reply. "Anyways, I'm Amanda." I stick out my hand towards him.

"I'm Cameron." His strong hand envelopes mine perfectly. The other men have taken off their masks as well to get a better look at me.

Deep whispers erupt around me. My name is being passed from one mouth to another. Amanda. Amanda. What's she doing here. Look at her hair. Wow, Amanda's hot.

I feel like an exhibit or something.

I clear my throat and suddenly there is silence around me. Every single one of those big men's eyes is on me. Well don't I feel just special.

"Um..." Is the only thing that leaves my mouth. I have never had so many eyes on me before. I gulp, unsure what to do. Sadly, my gulp sounded extremely loud and I'm sure every single one of those men heard me.

What's wrong with me today? Scratch that; what the hell is wrong with this world today?

"ALRIGHT MEN! The game has been unpaused, keep playing!" A voice from the sky booms across the battle-field.

All the men suddenly start running around, refilling their ammo into their guns. A squeak escapes my mouth as one of them rams into my shoulder.

"A sorry would be nice!" I shout after him. Of course he didn't hear me. Idiot.

The men start to shout again and begin running around like maniacs. I watch Cameron dive behind an old wall with graffiti on it, missing a shot by just a few centimetres. I suck in a breath.

Cameron's green-blue eyes meet mine for a moment and seem to largen. His eyes remind me of a misty forest...

I'm pulled rather ungracefully out of my daydream. He's mouthing words to me. Am I supposed to be able to read lips? Because I really freaking can't. He does know that, right?

"Come... ear?" I repeat confused. No... I think he said bear. Or was it chair?

OHHHH! Come 'here'. No freaking duh.

Realisation hits me and I run like a mad man towards Cameron, letting out a war cry. Relief crosses his face as I slump against the wall, breathing heavily.

"Here, take this..." a heavy gun is thrust into my arms roughly. Do these people not have manners?

"Okay so what are the rules?" I ask, trying to figure out how to get the gun to shoot.

"Try not to get shot. Oh, and if anyone comes close to you, take no prisoners; just fire away." He winks at me after explaining. I gawp at him. Did he just...? No he couldn't have.

Then he shows me where the gun's trigger is.

"Now aim and shoot." Cameron whispers, leaning behind me. I close my left eye and stick my tongue out, looking through the little aiming cross. My finger leaves the trigger and the bullet flies, landing into my target's heart. The man falls to the ground hopelessly.

I grin back at Cameron as he gives me another one of his lop-sided smiles.

"You still haven't answered me by the way. Where are you from?" His misty eyes bore into mine, making me feel like a deer in streetlights.

"I'm from Sunset Valley." I whispered. Thankfully, he has no clue to what I'm talking about and just shrugs his shoulders. 

"Now go kill some men!" He shoves me back into the open. He says that all casually like 'go eat some pizza!' Right. 'Cause shooting people and eating pizza are totally the same things. Note the sarcasm.

I blind-fire in every direction I can think of. Mostly, I just close my eyes and pray to the fairies that I hit someone.

Then, for no real reason, I open one of my eyes behind the mask and immediately my jaw drops.

Dead bodies lie everywhere. Did I do that? Did I kill them...all?

I let out a shaky breath and try to get my muscles to untense.

I, Amanda Bane, from Sunset valley, have just killed every single one of those big men in a game of Call Of Duty. Wait- I thought this was just a game? So why is everyone lying dead on the floor?

Dead. On. The. Freaking. Floor.

My mind begins to race. Until one thought pops into my mind: Cameron.

"Well done!" a husky voice calls out to me suddenly.

I shift my heavily clad body around to face none other than Cameron. The same lop-sided smile that I have already grown to love is on his face (Since when did I become so sentimental...?) Despite the happiness that is clear in his voice, my eyes drift to his hands. His finger is on the trigger.

"It's either you or me Princess," His eyes catch me prisoner once again. My feet are glued to the pavement; my eyes never leave his.

The loud clatter of a gun falling onto the ground pierces my ears. Still, my eyes never leave his striking ones. I don't blink. He doesn't blink.

And then his finger leaves the trigger and I fall to the ground.