The Pawn

Short Story "The Pawn"

In a dark room with small dim light shattering through from the window, the sound of water droplets splashing onto the cold hard ground broke the heavy silence. Each of the water droplets "pitter patter" resonated throughout the room reminding her of the sweet bliss of silence, no one telling her that the code was off or the numbers weren't to his specifications, and almost as if he had been waiting in the back of her mind all along.

He burst in and demanded she write down the next set of numbers, but something about him had changed, he tormented, taunted her antiquated thoughts "Scarlett if you don't do it I will allow them to corral you with you once more " " you must do it " "do it Scarlett" "I can give you freedom" . With every rhythmic shift of her shoulder blades the sunken flesh that once kept the palm-sized, pawn chess piece was now gushing its remaining vital fluids. Creating the smell of damp, rusting metal after the rain storm within the room.

As the fragile blanched body of a bewitched female ebbed to the ground to face the next infliction of punishment, the barbed wires enraptured her mind making evident thoughts restrain her from existence. As she progresses in the scripting of the code there came a lapse stopping her from corresponding with Scarlett. The disposition of his game, the piece he summons to revolt. As she, the little insane girl Cecilia overpowered her. He spoke to her demanding that she should stop from interfering. He aggressively fought her from emerging to the surface her consciousness.

Every inch of her pain inflicted body filling her adrenaline making the spasms and throbbing in her head searing with intensity pulse. Cecilia, the insane little girl maneuvered the body, ran towards the wall that already contained permanent scratch marks of foreign cipher encrypted the same way as the tattoo on the back of her spine, and the pawn chess piece which was pulled from her gore. "Bang, bang, bang, bang" her head impacted with the ciphered wall repetitively; as they, the masterminds fought to take over the body that was once an innocent fetus.

"Scarlett you know it's only a matter of time that he comes back " " he's coming for you Scarlett" "do something about it, if you can't, I will." Cecilia the untimed trait within her thoughts. In the distant, behind the walls that retained her, sounds of footsteps marched the ground giving her no time to consult Scarlett, her innocence, the protector of her these traits, the body used to reveal each identity.

The eminent and staunch abettors scampered the putrid room to extend the progress of her coding. They the abettors, the fragment inhibited by him, he demands, frolics, and ceases when he wants to. The abettors are the benefactor's, his protectors. Intruding once more she whispered, " He did this and you know it, it's our round, Scarlett, let me reign this time, I can help you."Already having vanished correlation with Scarlett, that of Cecilia scrutinized one of the abettors, a dull-eyed female of age with what seemed to have black hair held in a braid, partly concealing the amber tinted tattoo at the back base of her ear, a device for reading each hierarchy.

The frenetic embodiment was refrained in a seating restraint to keep Cecilia from infiltrating the development of coding. She the abettor advanced towards the restrained embodiment, promenading as she fondled her hand on the base of Cecilia's skull. She traced the fine haggard computation of her face. Admiration glimmered in the eyes of the abettor.

Finally after retreating her hand, she the abettor introduced herself " I am Dr. Merna, head of the surgeons and researchers who work at their best to construct, develop a better lifestyle with organization." pacing " You, Cecilia, are one of the pieces to my puzzle, the conflict that we obtain within ourselves but just can't seem to trigger it as well as you, so I have a suggestion for you." " Would you like to know what?" turning to face her, she gave no response." I have spent years and years researching beyond my abilities that know have developed into something greater, therefore I have created the most efficient headpiece in history" a man in white held a polished black helmet with cephalopod limb like wires, surrounded with suckers. He came walking towards her, in reach, he placed the headpiece on her.

She sat with the embedded white cocoon of inflexible brown leather straps meant to encircle her blanched body. As she faced the ground, allowing them to once again frolic her thoughts, in proceeding to unriddle the game she was lost in. In the room beyond what Scarlett could see was only the table put aside in front of her with orange small capsule containers revealing her disorders, and the encoding of her cipher which interpreted " There is no cure, except for ignorance, destruction, and hate."