Victim

Victim . Three

Three

I tilt my head sideways as a chair is flung in my direction.

"This is crazy!" yells Father grabbing another inanimated object and throwing it. Again.

"This isn't as crazy as that aslyum. . . ." I remind him.

He grabs my shoulders. "Let! It! Go!"

I scowl. "Don't. Touch. Me." I jerk his hands off. "Besides, 'no helping'. She needed to go."

He opens his mouth to shout something, I suppose, like this: blah blah kill kill. I stomp on his foot to stop this stupid argument.

"I do not care that I kill! Stop bringing it up!" I shout, losing my all my temper, almost. "I'm tired at yelling at you! For now. Anyways, we still need to finish our plan."

He sighs, defeated. "Fine, Sage. So, you find me; I'll find you. Plan done."

I feel my face become disappointed.

"Plan done," I reply.

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My fingers hold a unconnected table leg I pulled earlier during the confusion. I twirl it slowly and sneak behind my father. His back faces me, on a chair, and he might be asleep. I slam the leg down on his head, only knocking him out. I don't know how to fix a concussion. Yet.

I walk out the room,still daylight, and meet at the hiding spot. A door with a code pad on the door. I type the code and enter. The door shuts quickly behind me and a man sits infront of me.

"Hello, Sage," He growls more than greets.

"So glad to meet you." I say neutrally.

"Now," he says, darkness hiding his face. He motions to a chair, so I sit, arms folded.

"And why should I risk my life for you?" he growls.

"It's just a simple surgery," I choose my words carefully because if I didn't, he would be angry, but not show it. Which means he could mess my bones, or even my brain, up.

"You do realize that it is a sixty-forty?" I can see him smirk. Seeing that makes me rethink all of my smiles I thought I faked.

"Life and death," I say.

"Death and life." he replies.

I pretend to ponder. "Hmm. Death,"

"Sage, will you really not kill me?" he says with a tone of "I-know-the-answer".

"It depends," I narrow my eyes, contemplating.

"It's written all over your face." I think his smile is genuine.

"I see no writing utensil."

"Who says you need a physical object?"

"I do." I growl.

"I don't." he snarls.

For the longest few seconds, we glare at each other.

Finally, he says, "You are not disappointing. I will do it."

"I'm screaming with joy," I reply shaking his hand tightly, unfortunately he does the same, equaling me.

"I'm killing you in my mind,"

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I lie on a hard table looking straight into the lamp, the only light in here.. Previously, I had to take a cup of "golden" water. Now, the light becomes blurry. I fight to stay awake.

"Don't fight it, girl," the man mutters from the shadows.

"What's your name?" I blurt to the shadows.

"X,"

"X for what?" The world becomes even more blurred.

"X for unknown."

Then, my brains vibrates for a moment before I see or feel nothing more.

.

"Wake up."

I feel pain on my stomach.

"Did you just hit me?" I sit up with a start, rubbing my stomach.

"No, I just hit you." a man replies sarcastically.

I scowl over my shoulder to the man who looks like my age. I knew it. "You're pretty smart for a boy who's not even an adult."

He looks up at me, gloved hands slowly stopping, cleaning silver items in a red liquid.

"A compliment? From you? Oh no, did I mess your brain up?" he, called X, says solemnly.

I make a fist with my left hand and knock on my brain, softly enough not to hurt. "I think you did,"

Slipping off the silver table, I walk to where he is and smile. A true smile. To be honest, something I am not mostly, I never smiled is such a long time. Amazing how I smile with him instead of my father. Oh well. To his eyes, I am a murderer.

I pick up the little silver box. "This is it?"

X gives me "are-you-kidding?" look. "Yes, Sage."

The bomb everyone gets when they are born. The bomb that killed the little girl. The bomb that was in my head now in my hands. I think about where to place it when "X" snatches it and ties it deep into my hair. Hopefully my black-colered hair will conceal the silver cube.

I can't believe I thank him. No, not him, someone in genral.

"Welcome," he replies while avoiding my gaze. So, I decide to punch him on his arm.

"Revenge," I say with a smirk.

X almost smiles until we hear this:

"Everyone, you have thirty seconds to go to the main or else. Time starting -"

We run out of the room.

" - now."