The Game

The Beginning and The End

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September 18th, 2013

Manhattan New York, 9:17am

Kaelyn

I stared at her, closely, studying her mouth, eyes and everything else, as if it could somehow show me her next move. I would not allow her to take me by surprise, not again. A thin smile graced her lips as she ran her fingers through her silky, light brown hair. I clenched my fists at her sudden change in behavior. I knew she thought that she had got me trapped and it was all hers, but that was where she was wrong.

 My anger rose and running on nothing but sheer adrenaline, I grabbed the object off of the old mahogany table and ran for it. I had gotten as little as a foot away from my former spot before I was weighed down by 108 pounds of pure evil, also known as my annoying little sister Hailey.

Even though I was heavier than her, she somehow managed to hold me down against the solid oak floors. She pounded her small fists against my back and screamed.

“Give. It. Back!” She yelled in between her ragged breaths.

I ignored her demands and tightened my grip around the small black object. I tried to pull it closer to me, but Hailey’s blows only became harder and faster (A/N ;D) making it much more difficult.

 She latched her hands around it and pulled it towards her. I tugged back; my fingers pressing down on almost every button which was present on the object. The television flickered on and off as our small bony fingers alternated positions with each tug. Yes, we were fighting over the remote.

I felt her grip loosening on it and used it to my advantage. I gave one final tug before the remote flew from both of our hands landing on the wooden floor a few inches behind us. It broke open on impact. The back flew off and the batteries rolled in the opposite direction.

I turned to face Hailey; her expression mirrored mine, nothing but pure shock. Silence filled the air only to be broken by the sound of static. I turned my attention towards the flat screen TV which we had only received a few months ago, only to see the unfamiliar image of black and white.

“Mom, Kaelyn broke the TV!” yelled Hailey, a smirk present on her face.

“I did not!” I yelled back, glaring at Hailey.

 I could hear the sound of my mother’s six inch heels echoing against the wooden floors.

Click, clack. Click, clack.

Little did I know that that would be one of the last things I heard of her.

The sound stopped, which could only mean one thing. She was already here. I turned towards the entry way and there she stood, at 5 ft 8  with her hands poised on her hips. She had a stern expression on her face. She opened her mouth to speak, only to be cut off by the sound of a person’s voice coming from the TV.

We all turned to face it and there they stood, a group of people that we would soon come to know as the game makers.

 They stood adorned in lab coats and black masks which covered their faces. Regardless of all of this, there was one person in particular who stood out from the rest. Even though his face was shielded by a single black masquerade mask, there was something about him which was insanely familiar. His stormy grey eyes reminded me of a person, a person who I had known for the past 16 years of my life; my father.