Game on

Level 14: Trapped.

Entering the mansion, I was taken aback by the decor, which was almost Victorian compared to the man who owned it. "The man's got taste. I'll give him that much." Victor grumbled, flopping on a large couch. "Yea. Nice, plush furniture before a murder." Ivan groaned, plopping into a massive chair, sinking a little into the cushion. I stood there, looking around, gaping at the sheer size of the place. "Where should we start looking?" Ivan asked, looking content in the chair. "Why don't you look behind you." A low voice purred.

Whipping around,I saw Glitch standing behind me, not a foot away. "Where's Tyson?" I snarled, lunging for him. I hit some kind of invisible wall, because I bounced back, dazed. "He's safe." He said, snapping his fingers. The couch and chair that my friends were sitting in suddenly snapped to life, restraining them from getting up. Rising to my feet in anger, I stepped up in Glitch's face, stopping right where the barrier would be. "Let them go, John. Its me you want." John laughed, his hole-torn face leaking saliva from his cheeks. "Oh, that's rich. Sacrificing yourself to save the others, that's so hilarious." He clutched his sides,really laughing.

I'm going to enjoy ripping that face apart even more.

Waiting for him to finish his laughter,I stood motionless. "So.." He said, wiping his non damaged eye. "What makes you think you can demand such things, kid? I'm basically a god here. And you're nothing but a pawn to me." I grinned, realizing his arrogance almost masked his fear.

Almost.

"You want to play games, right? How about we play a game I thought of?" Glitch raised a partial eyebrow, but waved me on. "If you are as good of a master at these games as you say, why don't we have a little brawl? I win, everyone walks out, and we go home." "And if I win?" Glitch asked smugly. "You get to use me to kill whoever you want, for all of eternity." "Quinton, no!" Ivan said from the chair. "You're on, kid." "How would you like to get thrashed? Speared, slashed, or bashed?" He said, making a large spear, a medium sized dagger, and a large club appear on the floor. I picked up the dagger, noticing the blade was black. I saw the spear fly up into Glitch's hand, and knew I was in trouble. "Oh. Before we begin, allow me to change the scene." He snapped his fingers, and the house shifted into a pure,white blank space. "I just got the furniture. Can't have your blood spilled on the fresh upholstery." I nodded, looking back at Ivan and Victor, who were now free. "Victor! Use this when the time is right!" I said, tossing him the medical item I had from the last game. Turning back, I saw Glitch leaning against his spear nonchalantly. "I've been doing this for years. I've never lost! What have you got compared to me?" I smiled, and took of my shirt, reveling a tanned, toned body from years of fighting bullies. "A smaller ego. No holes in my body. Take your pick." Glitch laughed, spinning his spear into his hands. "Just remember, Quinton. You signed your own death warrant. Now here comes the execution." With those words, we charged each other, now with the whole worlds fate on my shoulders.