Game of Death

5

     I walk up the dusty road to my house. It's a small little thing, with only two bedrooms. What I love about it though is that it's very isolated. It's in the middle of a forest so no one ever thinks to come out here. Upon entering the house, I remove my bloody clothes and throw them into the wash. I get dressed in just a pair of track pants and make my way to the spare bedroom to grab some tape so I can add the four new photos onto my wall. That makes 103. I dump my bag in here and head out to the kitchen to get something to eat. What? Killing makes me hungry. The sun shines through the windows and I'd say it must be just after sunrise. I hear a noise coming from my bedroom. That's not normal. I grab a knife and head back through the house. I run into a girl in the hallway. What the hell is she doing here? I back her into the wall and hold the knife at her throat. "Do it, I dare you." Did she just ask me to kill her? No one ever does that. That's why it's always so much fun. "Hurry up, I'm better off dead than rotting away in jail. It's only a matter of time before the police find me." I laugh but continue to hold the knife steady. "Why would the police be after a girl like you?" "Same reason they're after you." This causes me to laugh harder. "You kill people?" "Yes." She replies, rolling her eyes. "What's your name?" "Maggie." "Well Maggie, if you really are the killer you say you are, how about we play a little game." She smirks. "The rules are simple. Rule number one, you must always get the persons name. Rule number two, you must always take a photo of your victim after you kill them. Any other kills are invalid. Whoever gets the most kills within the month wins." "What does the winner get?" She asks, taking half a step forward and in return, I take half a step back. "The winner gets the honor of killing the loser." She takes another half a step forward, another half step back for me. "Are you up for it?" "Count me in." She whispers. I smirk. "Baby, you better prepare to lose." "I don't think so." She replies, snatching the knife out of my hand. "Oh, you never told me your name." She points the knife at my chest. "Cole." "Well Cole, just remember one thing, I'm not your fucking baby." She says before walking off down the hall. I laugh again. "Just you wait and see."