Game of Death

8

A week and a half into our little game. I still haven't asked Maggie about that phone call. I haven't even seen her since then, whenever I am home she seems to be out. I wonder how many people she has killed so far... My thoughts are interrupted by the front door slamming shut. I run out to find Maggie dumping a backpack on the kitchen table. She must have seen me staring at her because she looks up. "What?" She snaps. "We need to talk." I say, taking a seat at the table. She just stays where she is. "Are you going to take a seat?" I ask, gesturing to the seat beside me. She walks around the table and sits in the seat opposite me. I scoff. "You don't like me, do you?" "Well, seeing as there is a chance that you might be killing me in just over a fortnight I don't see why I should like you." "There isn't a chance, I am going to be the one killing you." I smirk. "If you knew you were going to be killing me anyway, why did you even suggest this game?" "I just decided to add some fun into my life. And besides, it's fun watching you think that you have a chance." "You're over-confident." She snaps. "That's what don't like about you."

Ignoring that last comment, I change the subject. "Speaking of the game, how many people have you killed so far." She stands up. "Where are you going?" She turns and glares at me. "I'm not going anywhere, I was just standing up." I put my hands up in surrender. "Okay, jeez, I was just asking." I smirk. "Must be someone's time of the month." She gives me the dirtiest look I've ever seen and instead of apologizing like I should, I crack up laughing. My laughing fit is interrupted by her dumping the contents of her bag onto the table. There is a knife, some rope, a camera and a bundle of photos. I pick up the photos and flick through them. I count ten. That's pretty good, more then I expected her to have. It's not as many as I have killed but it's still quite a few people. "Do you remember their names?" I ask, glancing up at her. She lays the photos out in a line. In turn, she flips each of them over and sure enough, there are ten names written on the back. I lean back in my chair and place my hands behind my head. "Good work." "Well, what about you?" "Come on." I say, walking towards the spare room. I swing the door open and turn the light on. I hear a gasp from behind me and I see Maggie run towards the wall. "Oh my god, did you kill all these people in just under two weeks?" I chuckle. "No, that's everyone I've ever killed."

I pull out a pile of photographs. "These are the people I've killed since we started our little game." "Oh." She is standing with her back to me, looking at all the photos. She turns and begins to slowly flick through my pile. "You must have killed at least two people a day. There is like twenty people here." "Still think you have a chance?" I ask her, expecting her to want out. "Oh, you haven't seen anything yet." She smirks.