Surreal Life Orgins Part Two: The Game

Chapter 6: The Players And Peices

When one is playing a game, one is afraid of losing. When one is falling in love, one is afraid of having their heart broken. When one is protecting someone, one is afraid of them dying.

Those thoughts are pitiful at the core. One can't give into fear.

When one is playing a game, one must think, "I won't lose!" When one is protecting someone, one must think, "I won't let you die!" When one is falling in love, one must think, "I won't let my heart shatter!"

Nermal found his way back home, back to the bastion of Hell.

"This will be pleasurable," said the demonic lord as he fashioned a replica of the motel in his lair.

"But with whom among to instigate?" pondered Nermal.

After a few seconds, he said, "Ah . . . Ay ... Mine spawn, I hast a soul f'r thou to amass. A young man, one who goes by the name of Heads."

A small, hooded figure that lurked in the nearby glooms gave a baleful smirk that glowed as green and incandescent as the orbs on Nermal's skin, and then vanished.

The survivors of the devillistic attacks begun to amble the halls.

"What do you think he'll do?" probed Acapella.

"I have no idea," retorted Samson, "but it will not be good."

Suddenly, a petite individual formed near the celling and swooped towards the earphone-bearing boy.

"Heads! Behind you!" screamed Jack, who witnessed this thing try to assault his friend.

Heads turned around, screaming into the dead of the night, and clutching his chest, as if to prevent his heart from leaving his being.

The figure suddenly stopped. It threw its hood back, revealing that it was, in verity, a girl. This girl allowed her hooded, cape-like textile to overwhelm her arms, turning it into shroud that went past her knees.

She was dressed rather abnormally, with her cape-cloak that was affixed together at the top with an anthropological scull and a purple, green, and blue doctor's scarf. Her legs were hidden behind black-and-purple striped leggings. Her shoes had a gold buckle, like a pilgrim.

Her short, blond hair was held back by an Alice band that was black as the cadaver of Butch. Under her black eyebrows, her eyes shone khaki. Before her cape-cloak confined her body and arms, it was noted by her target that she wore a greenish-purple dress, the same hue as her cape-cloak. The sleeves of this dress were streaked black and white.

This girl had withdrawn her bout, for, although she hid all feelings, could not feasibly harm this man, for, on behalf of her interests, was ... cute.

"Who and what are you?" demanded Jack.

This girl was caught off guard by Jack's question, for her attention was consumed by Heads.

Jack repeated his question, now that he knew he had this enigmatic girl's wakefulness. When no reply came, he asked, "Can you understand me?"

The girl nodded.

"Do you have a name?"

Another nod.

"Can you tell me it?"

No reply.

"Can you speak?" asked Samson.

She shook her head, no.

"Can you write?" asked Heads as he offered her a notebook and a pen from a nearby table.

She acquiesced as her scarf grabbed the biro and jotter.

Everyone, save Sasha, took a stride back as she wrote;

'My name is Kno, spawn of your enemy. I have been sent here by my father to claim the life of the one you call Heads, which I cannot do, for...'Kno paused for a moment to think, and then continued on '... reasons. I have decided to not bid my father's command and aid you. Follow me.' (This was projected a few times larger above her so then everyone, save Sasha, could see it.)

She took a few steps, stopped, added, 'By the way, rule number 1: My father will always find loopholes,' then carried on.

The writing on the paper disappeared as soon as the troop was done reading the memorandum (and Jack was done delivering the unspoken speech to Sasha). Then Kno turned around, and cautiously plodded frontward.

As they followed, Samson went up to Joni and unobtrusively posed, "Are we really following her? I mean, can we really rely on her? She is Nermal's daughter."

"Of course we can't trust her," answered Joni, "but, if she is sincere, she will be an enormous asset against Nermal.