"Weak!? I have all my strength and you've already lost an arm. Your sword is barely even sharp. I doubt you can even cut butter with it!"
"Well why don't you test your theory!"
I push forward on the small lever of my controller as Rocky does the same. Both of our characters on the television screen collide together and start to battle. She wasn't wrong when she said that my sword was bad, and this poor choice of weaponry results in me losing our duel.
"Yeah!" Rocky's hands shoot up from the chair as she attempts to stand, but ends up falling back to the couch with a small thump. I feel like she forgets sometimes about how she's not completely healed yet and still unable to walk currently.
"I'm not doing the bet," I huff and blow a piece of hair from my face. We made a bet beforehand that the loser had to prank call their dad as a hospital employee and tell him that their moms pregnancy visit results came back positive. It was my idea, but now I regret it seeing how immature it is and imagining my dad fainting at the news. This scenario is just as clear as imagining his fist flying through my skull when he realizes it's a prank.
"Fine," Rocky sets her controller down on the coffee table. "I have to get ready for therapy anyway. Can you get my wheelchair?" I walk over and grab the chair from behind her seat and help her sit down in it. I take both of our coats and we head for the door.
Fifteen minutes later I'm back at home yet again in utter silence and loneliness. This has been happening a lot recently and I've almost grown accustomed to it.
Ugh silence.
I can't even think of that word without getting chills down my spine. It brings back too many traumatizing memories from the past. And what hurts even more is the thought of those horrible events occurring once more.
Heather.
Who is this said Heather? For the past three days, she's done nothing but send me one photo per day. It's creeping me out, but at least it isn't threats like what Bonan did. Yet.
As I throw myself on my bed, I have a deep, inward feeling that this is just their warm up round. They say she's more dangerous than Bonan was, which terrifies me beyond my own comprehension.
I pull my phone out and scroll through the two photos they've sent for now.
Day one:
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Day two:
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White. A symbol of innocence, purity, sympathy...
True, peaceful love.
I shake my head. Something so pure and heartfelt coming from Heather disturbs me. It makes me aware that this is just another game and that things will only go downhill from here. How can it get worse than last time? How can something become worse than death itself?
I feel my phone vibrate in my palms as the messages refresh. A new one pops up.
H-E-A-T-H-E-R: something can only be worse than death...
H-E-A-T-H-E-R: once it's become death itself.
H-E-A-T-H-E-R: Get ready, Conan. You're in for a hell of a ride with me.
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A/N
Hello! This story is my first Conan story so I hope y'all like it!
Anyways, I hope you all enjoy the next installment of this story! Also, I'll try to make it more romantic maybe ? I don't know yet
Boy are you guys in for a trip with this one. You thought this chapter was cryptic lmao. By the end of this y'all will be shooketh!!
