Game of Death

6

The next morning when I walk into the lounge room I find that Maggie had crashed on the couch for the night. I should've known she would do that. Obviously hearing me enter the room, she jumps up. "I'm sorry, I had nowhere else to stay and I thought that maybe while the game was on, I could um, stay here." I hadn't thought of that. "That's fine you can stay here and I'll tell you what, if I lose, the place is all yours." Not that I would be losing, but she can always hope. She smiles. "Thank you." 

Walking over to her, I grab her wrist and drag her through the house. "Where are you taking me?" She asks and I get the feeling I've scared her. "You have to prove that you will be able to play the game." I drag her down into the basement and lock the door. "Choose your weapon," I say as she picks up a knife. "Good choice." "Thanks." She replies. I walk over to the cupboard and drag out the guy. No, I don't always keep random guys in my cupboards, I went out this morning and found him. I need to make sure I can trust Maggie to play the game. "Kill him." I say stepping back from him, leaving him bound and gagged on the ground. Her eyes widen. "WHAT?" "Kill him." I repeat. "If you can't kill him, how do you expect to play the game?" She mouths something I think is an 'oh' and starts to walk towards him, tightening her grip on the knife. "Remember: name, kill, photo." I whisper as she passes me. She crouches down in front of him removes gag so that he can speak. "What's your name?" "Tim" He replies. She mutters something I can't quite hear and raises the knife. I assume she was aiming to slit his throat but he moved at the last minute so instead, he has a long cut down his chest. He cries out in pain. I swear I see her smile, but it vanishes faster than it appeared so I'm not too sure. She crawls closer to him. "Don't be like that." She raises the knife again and this time she doesn't miss. She stabs him straight in the heart. She stands up. Dusts herself off, walks to the table and picks up the camera. She takes a photo of him, puts the camera back and heads upstairs. "Maggie 1, Cole 0." She smirks. And even though I don't think she will admit it, I think she had fun. 

I follow her upstairs to find her raiding my fridge. "What are you doing?" She looks at me. "What does it look like I'm doing? I'm getting lunch." "Aren't you going to clean up downstairs?" "Nope." She replies, popping the p. She flutters her eyelashes at me. "If you clean up for me, I will make you lunch." "Fine." I chuckle and head back downstairs. "Lunch better be good." "Oh, it will be." She laughs and starts cooking. After disposing of the body and cleaning up the blood, I walk into the kitchen to find Maggie sitting at the table. I sit down opposite her and look at what she has made, peanut butter sandwiches, not bad. I slowly pick up the sandwich and take a bite. I can feel Maggie watching. I flash her a smile, and she starts eating. "Why do you kill people?" She asks. I shrug. "I kill because it's fun simple as that." She looks absolutely horrified. And to think she callsherself a killer. I continue. "There is just this amazing feel you get, knowing that you have completecontrol over whether someone lives or dies." "Oh, okay, um, that's ah, interesting." She replies, looking awkwardly around the room. I take that as my cue and stand up to leave. "Make sure you clean up." She nods and I head out to tryand even up the scores.