Finding A Purpose

Finding A Purpose 3: Charity Case?

Chapter Three: The creature has a name, not that I cared.

"Cheater!"

Yeah like yelling at the screen like that's going to help you. After successfully beating him at basically everything in this room I glanced at the clock it was nearing eight. Hopefully Jean and Sam would be home soon. I was getting sick of playing with a loser. This is like the fourth round of cod and he refuses to give up.

"You know you cant win against me, just face it."

The determination seen in his eyes had long faded. From confident to defeat slowly I think reality was kicking in. The creature turned to me with an annoyed expression.

"I'll pick the location this time, since you always pick Nuketown and Firing Range, "I was just about to tell him that it didn't matter which one we did I kind of mastered most of them until he carried on talking, "and also if I win you have to make dinner."

Thinking that he'd had enough of losing with the many games that we have played he still wanted to play. He held his hand out, judging from the smirk that he had on his face it made me second-guess it for like two seconds. Before I could actually think with my so-called brain my hand automatically reached forward.

"Dinners going to be on you." And with a firm grip shook his hand about another second later he didn't let go so swiftly I pulled away. Weirdo. He had this intense look before I could question it changed back to his serious face.

Oh well waiting with anticipation as the screen said loading hoping that he didn't pick the one location that was my weakness. When the screen loaded all that came into my mind was 'I'm fucked'. Maybe it was because it was huge and there were so many unknown spots and since it wasn't exactly my favorite I kind of didn't play it at all.

When our men separated I was just hoping that I would win this one. Or maybe I could just hide and pray that him or his men found me. Nah he'd think I was scared, so with both of us not talking it made the suspense even worse. I was getting frustrated until I looked at him and he had the same look on his face as well.

I saw his head tilt. The creature was screen-watching the cheat.

"Hey, stop cheating!"

He laughed.

"There was no rules in the first place."

My controller started vibrating in my hand, I glanced up at the screen and saw that I got shot, specifically in the head when I watched the replay. Retard shot me.

With the seconds counting down until till the time runs out creature and his team Black Ops were winning. Shit! i cant lose, come on one more kill, just one more.

Victory!

"Oh come on i got that kill in on time, bullshit." I didn't realize I had been yelling at the screen for a while until it turned off.

I never lose ever, okay maybe I do every now and then but this just isn't normal, Sean would have been disappointed probably shaking his head at me. I felt someone poking my arm, something I find incredibly annoying by the way.

"WHAT!"

He looked like he was going to burst out laughing. "I'm starving so hurry up with dinner, and I want something home-cooked. Like restaurant quality."

His phone started ringing so as the creature got up, he signalled like I had done to him earlier and walked off upstairs.

Muttering a whole lot of curse words, I honestly cant believe I lost.. Opening the door I walked up the few steps and down into the kitchen. Everything you would need is in here. Oh dad would totally love this. Cooking was his thing and I guess I kind of learned some his talents so no problemo.