Animalistic

11

The group of males surrounding my dear bag of shit labeled Atlas continues through the archway and into the stagnant dining room while Atlas froze in my icy gaze. His large form stood in the darkened, barely lit entry way, the soft glow of the dining room lighting his form in a low yellow hue. I on the other hand still stood in the tension filled dining room, the light to my back, casting my front in a dark shadow to match my prominent and annoyed glare. We stand there for a few minutes, me having to crane my neck for my gaze to reach his eyes and him trying to keep from looking directly in them. A small, crazed smirk finds its way upon my face and with a sickly sweet voice I say "Have you heard the rumors? About how the females won the game?"

Where I had hoped to create a thicker tension around us, it seems my voice only pulled him from his frozen state as his signature cocky smirk grows upon his face. "You mean the one about how it was rigged?" As his low, gravely voice washes over the space between us, he takes a step to his left in a forward motion.

I immediately copy his move, trying to keep the buffer of space between us as I counter with a "No, not that one, though it doesn't seem to be entirely false."

My small joke sends a spark into his eyes and he once again takes another step on the same path, the smirk on his face growing with amusement. "Oh, then you must mean the one about how a female manipulated a male into giving her the flag."

Without missing a beat, I counter his move once again and fold my arms, pretending to think a bit before saying "Hmm, though that one seems to be very true, that's not the one I'm talking about." I let a finger come to tap on my lips in thought. The glow of the dinning room enveloping his left side and my right as we now stood, taking up almost the whole archway, facing each other in this little game of cat and mouse we commenced.

The motion of my finger upon my lip caught his eye and he takes a much larger step this time, his form seemingly towering over mine "Then you must mean the one about the female feigning injury to win, it doesn't seem that plausible to me." Though he was now completely back lit, his face cast in shadow, the twinkling of amusement could still be seen in his eyes.

Not giving him any power over me, I cover the same distance he did. Now we seemed to have flipped, with me standing in the darkened marble entry way, and he in the tension filled dining room. However, the soft light of the dining room did not touch me as Atlas' large frame blocked the light from me, casting me into his shadow. "It is the most realistic though, the most strategic."

He doesn't take another step toward me like I had predicted, rather he places an arm on the side of the archway, leaning against it nonchalantly in the most cocky way he could. "The manipulation seems more realistic, no one is stupid enough to purposefully hurt themselves to win a silly game." His knowing gaze tells me that was a direct insult.

I don't let my sarcastically sweet smile fall though, "Your right, and no one would be stupid enough to fall for such an obvious act, nor would they be stupid enough to get distracted enough for someone to take the flag right out of their pocket." I cross my arms and let one hip jut out quite sassily.

His eyes darken a bit bringing his head a bit lower as his voice lowers as well. "Well, if that person were seriously concerned for the idiot who hurt themselves, then I think I could forgive that person's stupidness."

I'm taken a back for a second, it's not like he hasn't said even bolder things to me before, but every time he confesses his, how did he put it? "infatuation" for me, it always sends a bit of a shiver down my spine. "Well, maybe if that stupid person wouldn't have taunted the idiot then she wouldn't have had to go to such extreme measures."