Like me, this story has been here before. Like me, it was a bit hazy and unfocused back then since it's author (yup, me) started writing it on a whim and then discovered she had no idea what to do next.
But times have changed and so please welcome back the newly reimagined and repurposed: "The Losing Game"
Hope you enjoy it...
Penny x
Chapter 1 - After
A fist flew at his face. He stood perfectly still.
The fist made contact. He flew sideways into a bed.
He stood up again.
Another fist flew at him. He stayed still.
Two fists made contact – one to his stomach, the other to his face.
He felt his jaw click. He fell to the floor.
He was pummelled all over, beaten, kicked, mauled. He lay still.
The fists stopped, dropped to the floor along with their owner. Long legs were pulled up against a skinny torso, slim arms wrapped around them. A head of spiky, messy black hair dropped onto the knees. A sob emanated from the body.
"How could you? How could you?"
"I'm sorry." A whisper, pathetic, inadequate, pointless.
"He's our friend! Our brother. You made a promise – to him and to me!"
"I know." The head rose.
"No you don't know! You couldn't possibly know, or you wouldn't have done it. You're not my best friend – not the friend who swore to stick by me and him, forever. Who the hell are you?"
"I'm…"
"You're nothing! Nothing! Do you even remember? Brothers, we swore, blood brothers! And you just threw it away, like it meant nothing to you, like we meant nothing to you!"
"I-I can't-I didn't think…"
"The hell you didn't! You never think! Life's one big game to you isn't it? Isn't it?"
"No…" The messy-haired boy stood and walked to the door.
"Well guess what Sirius? You've lost your players. Game over."