Valler: "The game of life or death"

Part one ● "My game, my rules."

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"Val ... Let me in your game... "

Breanne cleared her throat a little, while she kept her eyes closed, squeezed with much force and fear the glass that held in his right hand. He took courage and repeated the same sentence five times, until he felt a cold run down his back.

"What are you doing!?"

Her sister jumped at her, frightened her completely. He looked at her, she had a big smile on his face.

"N-Nothing." She stopped immediately.

"Breanne, I think you should get out of here, it's rather dark and cold." I held out his hand.

"Yes, I understand." She nodded, not sure of herself. "When ... When will you leave?"

"When will I ...?" She murmured, walking down the hallway, the wall decorated with pretty pictures of them for most of the house. "To... Tomorrow."

"Morning!?" She exclaimed in a surprised voice, "P-but why tomorrow !? It is not very soon!? Answer, Braen!

He shook her from her shoulders, holding back tears.

"I do not want to! I do not want you to go so priceless! We're both fifteen, we're young Braen! You are...! You're my twin sister! Do not go!" He hugged her tightly, his sister just stared at her in astonishment.

"It'll be all right," he said in a warm voice, still keeping his sweet smile. "The operation will go well and ... Well, look at the positive side, it will not stop falling my hair. At least I know. Do not get upset."

"You do not understand. Braen hugged her, began to stroke her hair as a gesture of reassurance.

"If he did not survive the operation ... I want to" - he stopped talking and then looked at his sister - "I want you to know that even though I'm sick, I've had a wonderful time with you and Mom. Please do not forget me. Do not forget me.

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"Your sister..." the doctor said. "I do not think I can survive the operation, I do not think this will help her anyway, that disease will not stop until she's killed, we're sorry, we've done our best. Still, do you want to consider doing the operation, putting your life at risk?"

Breanne and Braen's mother could barely breathe naturally when she received such heartbreaking news, she did not want to lose her little daughter, on the other hand, Breanne did not want to lose her only sister. If Carolle, the mother of both, accepted the operation, Braen is likely to die as there is only 10% of the possibility of her leaving alive. And if she does not accept it, she will continue to suffer until the day of her death, and that day could be anyone.

Breanne wanted to enter the game of Valler to be able to win and fulfill the desire to its sister; To rid her of her illness.

"Yes," the woman said firmly, her voice a little decided. "Yes, I want you to operate it, please."