The Game

The Game: All Chapters Combined

It was a dark and stormy night; the type of night that is perfect to play The Game. I thought to myself as I picked up my paint brush. As the lightning illuminated the room even more, I began to compose my newest painting. It was my view from my desk next to the window of the raging storm outside. Lightning struck a nearby tree and set it alight. Quickly I dipped my brush into the crimson liquid that sat the edge on my desk, and painted in the now scorching tree before it was completely consumed by starving flames. The flames consumed the tree as if they were never have another chance of survival if they did not seize this chance. The tree bended to their will as it crumpled and collapsed. The flames reminded me of my favorite pass time in this hell I called home: The Game.

"Oh, how I would love to play The Game," I said with a sigh.

How lovely it is to be alone. To only have myself to worry about. To be myself. Even if it meant I couldn't play The Game. I thought.

But you're not alone my friend. Ave said. How I envied her. She was curious, playful and joyus but deep inside her she was judgemental and truly heartless. Perhaps what I envied the most of her though was how she could leave. Ave could come and go as she pleased. All she had to do was walk outside the manor and run. Run far away from this hell my dear brother, Edgar, kept me in. For some reason, perhaps pity, Ave stayed here with me.

"True, but there is no one else here"

Are you sure about that? Ave asked.

Our conversation was interrupted by the monstrous roar of thunder outside of the manor. I looked up from my painting just in time to watch another flash of lightning dance across the night sky.

What a lovely night to play, she said with a smirk

We watched as the high winds caused a willow tree be thrown against the barn as if it weighed nothing at all. All while, we listening the screech of the wind and the cracking of the tree.

Oh, what a lovely night it is for justice to not prevail. Ave said with a melancholy tone in her voice.

I continued to paint with the same pace as I started at. Ave got up from her seat and came behind to watch with her piercing crimson red eyes judging my work silently, as I continued to add stroke after delicate stroke of the red liquid onto my canvases. The red liquid gave a different outlook on this chaotic scene that was unfolding outside.

What's this? She said smudging my raven that was on the burning tree.

"It was a raven" I said trying not to raise my voice.

Oh, not anymore. She said with a small giggle escaping her lips

I went to dip my brush in the luxurious crimson liquid only to notice I had use the last of it. I looked at the cup then at Ave then back to the cup and finally landed my gaze back on Ave.

"Ave," I said with some hesitation.

Yes Maria. She answered calmly

"Is there any more paint?" I asked.

Nope. She said popping her p.

I got up to cleaned my art supplies and wondered from my art room up to the library on the second floor. I opened the large oak doors to the library to reveal a large room lined with walls of book and in the center was a group of couches back to back. One of the couch faced a fireplace with chairs on either side of it and was accompanied by a side table. I walked in with Ave right on my tail. I walked over to the bookshelf against the right wall. I quickly glanced for the name Poe. Finding it I pulled it off the shelf and made my way to couch in front of the fireplace. I grabbed a crimson blanket and wrapped it around me with my book in hand. Ave took the books from my hands she had a smirk on her face.